The Starfish Flinger

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I miss those little girls in Faleisti. I wish I could take them out of this place and bring them back home with me. It is not fair that they have to suffer and scrounge through life they way they do. I spoke with a few group members yesterday evening who were getting discouraged from the overwhelming needs of these children. It’s hard when you are trying to help and you realize that what we are doing seems so “little and insignificant.” In reality though it is each little “insignificant” hug, Bible story, and prayer that really does make a difference in these children’s lives.

I had just received a prayer partner note from Katie Miner discussing this very topic and it placed things back into perspective for myself and I shared it with some of the group last night. Within this blog I would like to share part of her letter with you all and thank her for her inspiring words:

The Starfish Flinger
As the old man walked the beach at dawn, he noticed a young man picking up starfish and flinging them into the sea. Catching up to the youth, he asked why he was doing this. The answer was that the stranded starfish would die if left until the morning sun. “But the beach goes on for miles and there are millions of starfish,” countered the other. “How can your effort make any difference?” The young man looked at the starfish in his hand and threw it to safety in the waves. “It makes a difference to this one,” he said. -Author Unknown

Katie quoted Luke 17:21 and said, “The kingdom of God is within you,” so do not underestimate the power of one–One choice, one deed, one example, one kind word, one touch, one minute of time, one prayer, one lesson, one laugh, one listening ear.’

Thank you Katie and thank you to everyone praying for our group and the precious children.

One Comment on “The Starfish Flinger”

  1. Anonymous

    Calle,
    I am praying for you and for your allergic reaction to go away. I’m glad Emily had her medicine. I loved your post and I am proud of you. Remember one at a time.
    Yard by yard life is hard
    Inch by inch life’s a cinch.
    Mrs. B

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