The Broken Toy
I feel like this post needs an apology. I am not pointing fingers. I am not saying I have it figured out. This has been and is a challenge that I face over and over. I am still learning. But it is a plea to re-evaluate the way we think about giving. I looked at the little car in my hand. Several years ago it was bought from a thrift store and after much loving from my little son the rear axle was missing. My first instinct was to throw it in the trash can. But then another picture came to mind. And I just sat and looked at the little toy. When we moved to another country to be missionaries, I didn’t wonder what I would do with broken toys and worn-out clothing. I wondered how I was going to feed my family, how I was going to witness to neighbors, and how I was going to support my husband. But never about what to do with broken toys. But broken toys are a problem that reflects a bigger problem. There are over one hundred childr