I hear it at least once a day from my kids - “I’m starving”.

Take a minute to think of the irony in that sentence. My kids live in a wonderful suburb, have a solid roof over their heads and any number of foods present in the pantries, cabinets, fridge and freezer.

Yet - they’re starving.

I feel I’ve failed as a mother when my kids can use the word starving with a mountain of food surrounding them.

How do we teach our children to appreciate what God has given them? How do we show them that there are millions of children, just like them, who truly ARE starving? Who don’t have a single Scooby Doo Gogurt, let along a fridge to keep it in.

In our house we have started opening their eyes with this:

Feed My Starving Children was brought to our attention by our church’s Children’s Ministry Coordinator. She picked FMSC as our Sunday School’s ministry focus for the year. They are an amazing organization.

When Omar arrived at malnourishment center in El Salvador, he was eight years old and incredibly fragile, weighing only 19 pounds.

After eating Feed My Starving Children food for one and a half months, he weighed 33 pounds. At two months, he weighed an astounding 40 pounds. Omar represents a life saved.

I encourage everyone who has children, and even those who don’t, to get involved with an organization like FMSC. For pennies you can provide food for a child who has nothing.