I found my old passport the other day while cleaning my kitchen. I have no idea why I chose the kitchen to store this important document, but that’s a story for another time.
When I found my passport, I realized I was coming up on my one-year anniversary of my CFCA awareness trip to India.
I still remember that trip vividly. The bright colors of pinks, blues and golds woven into the women’s saris; the lovely smell of incense; the happy smiles on the faces of CFCA friends and families; discovering delicious foods; and also witnessing the extreme poverty, which impacts much of the country.
When I came back, I promised myself that I would do my best to always be grateful for all the blessings in my life.
I remember a time over the summer when I was having a rough day; I was becoming more and more frustrated with whatever was bothering me. (I was probably mad at my flat iron.)
I made a conscious decision to stop and reflect on the things I was grateful for, and my frustration started to melt away.
Working as a writer/editor at CFCA I learn so much about the sponsored friends and their families ó I learn about their love for life, their strength and their daily realities.
The everyday necessities and comforts in life I sometimes take for granted are not easily accessible for families living in poverty. Here are some examples: Read more