The stories dwell inside me now, a gift I suppose, for a writer.
The young woman, having escaped Russian occupation, who wails for her mother and eleven-year-old sister, left behind.
The mother of three, who confesses that the darkness of war has all but consumed her. “My brother’s home was bombed this morning,” she writes. “I thought there was no hope.” The news of a family willing to receive hers comes just at the right moment.
A note, scribbled in Ukrainian on a standard form that comes across my desk: Help us please. We are trapped and there is no money, no food. Our lives are in danger.
No amount of compassion can ever heal the traumas of war, but we must try, heart to heart, hand in hand, to create a chain of caring.
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One Woman's Quest II 
So many heartbreaking stories.
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Yes, there are.
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Blessings to you and others opening your homes to those fleeing war. You are a light in the dark – and an essential link in the chain of caring. Sending love to you and those you take in.
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Thanks Jazz.
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Oh VJ, I have no words…. This is such a wonderful ministry that you’re involved in, providing home and hope for these families.
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Thanks Terri.
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