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| One-day-old Iisha's name loosely translates as "life" (linked from bbc.co.uk news site) |
Yesterday I watched a drought(m) report from a refugee camp(v) in a village in East Kenya. People had walked for days, even weeks stirring up dry dust clouds with every step. By material standards, they did the impossible. They walked, they hungered, they gave birth, they mourned, they arrived.
One sign of Love’s presence in the midst of this extremity is how families meld after parents are lost. Children are, without hesitation, embraced by another family with too little to share.
