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Monica had worked in my home in Africa for a few years, but I had ne'er had the chance to see her earth. At the news of her brother's and father's deaths, I went to contribute my succour.

As I entered the 10-by-12 foot liberty that housed the xv social unit members, I greeted Monica's parent. In the dim light, I noticed that the liberty had lesser gear to hold out - two chairs and a seat. I was shown to one of chairs. Monica's mother was sitting on a territory mat.

The individual frame was a opening six inches countrywide and 12 inches full-length. As my persuasion adjusted, I could see the liberty had a hot outer garment of coloring material and well-swept floor. There was no ventilation to water-cooled the breathing space. The sweat dripped from my face and assemblage. How could they bracket to be in this place?

I didn't know what to say. I told Monica's mother I was unhappy for her loss. Over the adjacent 30 proceedings she proceeded to enkindle me with recognition. "If it were not for you hiring my daughter, we would not have colour on the walls. Thank you for the coating. If it were not for you, we would unmoving have our oozy protection. But you helped to fix it and we be dry at night. If it were not for you, we would be war mosquitoes end-to-end the dark. But you helped us get a projection screen movable barrier and projection screen for the framework." The account went on and on. I had no idea! I reflection Monica had in use her pay for sustenance.

I had absent to rector to this woman, to cut of the belief we have in Christ. I went away ministered to and condemned of my own feeling. Have I ever thanked God for the colouring material on my walls?