It’s such an easy pit to fall into. Will things ever change? Will wrongs ever become right?
Living in a developing country, I often let that despair permeate me. I see the poverty and wonder if there even is a solution. I see the corruption and wonder if it could ever changed. I see the broken system and wonder what could possibly fix it.
I see the callousness of my own heart and I wonder if there’s any hope for me.
On Friday I traveled just under three hours to visit Deborah, a nine-year-old girl who lives in the Eastern Region in Ghana. When I arrived in her village, my hosts led me through school yards, behind houses, and under laundry lines to a long wooden building. Children peaked through the holes between the slats.
I walked into the dirt floored school and hugged an extremely nervous little girl. I…
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