Spent

After a long day we just got back into the apartment for supper... I had made a big pot of soup for lunch and reheated a few bowls for supper... As I look over at Jengish, I am reminded of when our kids were small... he is sitting on the couch with spoon in hand and his soup half eaten, and is fast asleep... He is spent...he looks like a little child. Yet for the homeless men and babushka's of the capital city, he is no child , he is a beacon of hope..... All I have to do is look around, and I see incredible people all around me that share the burden for the hopeless hurting and lost of this world....All that they are and all that they have is on the line daily.... As I look over at Jengish sleeping there, I am reminded again why we do what we do.... By taking a stand with our friends here in Central Asia, we are hopefully giving them the hope and courage to keep on keeping on.... Once again I am thankful to all our supporters in North America , and all over the world for that matter.... you need you to know... this is good soil.