One of my children in particular is notorious for telling me things aren’t fair. She’s right. Just yesterday, I couldn’t find the summer homework that she completed that I agreed to check. I had no idea she had to turn it in. So 38 honors algebra problems needed to be done again on top of heaven forbid, reading another book. My poor children suffer a lot having me as a mother trying to keep up with all their stuff. Bless her heart. She had no idea I spent the morning reading about child soldiers. She had no idea that spouting off her “It’s not fair!” mantra would cause such an enraged reaction from her mother.

She’s right. Life isn’t fair. It will never be fair. I love my children equally but there are moments when one needs more. Sigh. Life isn’t fair. If it was my mother wouldn’t have suffered so much in the past two years. My daughter knows her mother’s reaction to such a statement is almost always, “Suck it up buttercup. There are other things that are worse.” (I’m also aware I don’t heed my own advice. It’s a problem.) I think perhaps our perception of what is suffering is off. I complain about not being able to find “the church” for my family but I’m not be persecuted for my faith. I complain about fixing a meal when I’m tired but we HAVE FOOD. I complain about our schedule. I don’t live in fear for the lives of my children or wonder where I’ll get clean water from EVERY SINGLE DAY. Sometimes I need a reality check. Here’s one…

This is Martin.

Photo by Jeremy Cowart 

When Martin was just 12, we was hiding in a tree when his village was attacked by a vicious group of LRA rebels. He was found. He was abducted. He lived through violence and psychological torture. He was given a gun and forced to live as a soldier, at 12. TWELVE. One of his worst memories is an ambush where he was forced to kill a close friend who was also a child soldier. 

Martin was eventually rescued and reunited with his family. His father had passed away. Remarkably, through therapy he now knows this wasn’t his fault. He’s found a way to forgive his captors and more importantly himself. He is a leader for peace in his community. You can read more here

If you didn’t read my post yesterday, click here. For just $38 a month, you can make a difference. That’s a cheap dinner out for my family. I can hear it now. That’s no big deal for you. Actually, it costs lots to move. Arleigh’s band is costing more than all four kids’ piano per month. We lost our COLA (cost of living) when we moved here and lots of things are nearly as expensive. Bria’s soccer fee cost more than all three girls soccer in Hawaii. One child’s PE uniform here is going to cost me $68. Thank you fall weather for needed me to purchase sweats. PE uniforms in Hawaii cost me $24 and that was with extras. I’m officially in the market for a part time job just to help cover the expense of kids and still have the ability to pick them up and drive them around. I am in no way saying that $38 a month isn’t a sacrifice. It clearly is. I’m only saying it’s worth it.