A Mother’s Heart | Logan Wolfram We remember what it is to dream again, and suddenly we can see ways to turn a life of street sweeping into a life with glimmers of hope.And there’s something very satisfying about knowing that you’ve accomplished something that without this group would have never been possible. That joining together as women, you can build each other up and make an even greater difference in the lives of your children. And then together, they can make a difference. Together…WE can make a difference. 
[Photo by Esther Havens] “Community” and My Disenchantment With It. | Lauren Nicole Love All of these women can now read and write, and can balance a checkbook. They are fully equipped to run their own small businesses from their home, to support their children. In only 7 years, this community has been radically changed from an impoverished group of families with no ability to offer their children a better life to one where the women make up for lost time as their little babies go to school a few doors down. It is because the children in this community have sponsors, that all of this happens. After a week of hearing these stories, I slowly begin to understand how sponsoring one child can have this much impact. I slowly begin to understand that this is community. This is how simple and how beautiful it is. 
[Photo by Esther Havens] The Eyes of Our Hearts | Life for Dessert I have found that when the walls of language are built between us, the walls of the heart must come down if we want to connect. And so we look deeply into the eyes of people who’s mouths we don’t understand, and somewhere in the gazing…somewhere in the moments of fixation, it’s like something snaps…something changes, and I can see them. I really see them, and they see me. And somehow in just the exchange of looks and expressions, they know that I care. They know that I love. And whether I have had the chance or not to tell them that I love, because HE loved…they still feel loved. Sanjay | Max Dubinsky 
[Photo by Max Dubinsky] Sanjay’s parents are sweepers. The entire community started out as a community of sweepers. Brought over from India and handed a push broom to clean the impossibly muddy and waste-filled city streets of Dhaka. Even though Sanjay believes he cannot afford to make his dreams come true, his parents dream of only the best for Sanjay and their daughters. Which is why they work seven days a week to support his private coaching lessons in English, reading, and writing. He is able to afford this because of his parents involvement in what he says Food for the Hungry calls a “Savings Group.” An Expedition in Faith, Hope, and Love | Lindsey Nobles FH has been in the community we visited today since 1981. What was once a slum perched on a garbage dump has evolved into a beacon of hope. Its cornerstone, a self-sufficient school operated by former-FH-sponsor-kids like Sirajul, Menohad, Josef, and Esa. Their former teacher, Rony, now works on the FH Bangladesh executive team. And he beams as he shares how the young men he taught inspire him. They inspire me too. They glisten with hope. 
[Photo by Esther Havens] This is Dignity | Love and Respect Meet Kosinoor. She was trained by FH to become a seamstress. Now her living is giving classes to other women in the community so that they can learn how to make their own living. They will take classes from Kosinoor for as long as it takes for them to go rogue. 
[Photo by Esther Havens] If you want to love on these kids, these communities, you can. It only costs $32 a month to sponsor a child. Through your sponsorship, you will help Food for the Hungry assist your child’s entire community to provide food, a better education, clean water and medical treatment to its children. Go here to sponsor a child in Bangladesh.
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