What can I give?

I had a difficult time falling asleep a few nights ago because I was so cold. I thought, mental note: get more blankets from home. Fall is coming quickly around here, but actually it was the air-con that was blowing so cold. Rather than walking down the stairs to turn it off, I put on sweat pants and another long-sleeve shirt. As I laid in bed, I thought: "I'm rich." Not only do I have more clothes and more blankets to layer upon me, but I'm cold because the air-con is unnecessarily running on high.

I thought of Mozambique, and how cold my last two weeks were there. Bitter cold. I remembered the old vovos (grandparents) I visited one cold, windy evening; they told my accompanying missionary that their one fleece blanket wasn't sufficient for sleeping on the wicker mat on the concrete floor, and that they were praying we would bring another. How I wished I could offer each of their frail, aged bodies a warm soft blanket of my own.

I laid in my bed, and I cried.

Isak, Nandoro, Luis, Casimiro, and myself