How many different items of clothing do you own? The latest Netflix craze of decluttering might have made that number smaller in the past month. But chances are it’s still a lot. And if you’ve ever had to outfit a child, you know how quickly they grow out of things, rip holes in knees, stain shirts with spaghetti sauce, and…you get the idea. Our Kinship Kids struggle to keep just a couple of outfits that fit them and that aren’t torn. With dozens of children in each Kinship and limited resources, it’s a huge challenge to keep up with the
After over ten years of serving thousands of children, Kinship Project buildings were worn and cracked. But thanks to your support last year, many of them are getting beautiful paint jobs and much-needed repairs. Before After Thank you so much for keeping Kinship Kids safe, warm, and dry!
When these two children moved in to the Lahore Kinship Project in Pakistan, they thought their life was over. Sobbing and almost inconsolable, they saw no hope for their futures. Their mother died, and their father is a drug addict. But thanks to faithful supporters of the Lahore Kinship Project, Adil (left) and Ayesha (right) are full of hope and are preparing for a bright future! They know the joy of the Lord, and they are regularly attending school. They even want to give back and join the ministry when they are older. Thank you for your gifts to the
Would you believe that you have helped send 8 million meals to the hungry in the Dominican Republic, Cambodia, and Kenya in just the past three months? Your gifts are making sure tens of thousands of hungry people are being fed with good, nutritious food. You are feeding the terrified woman in a Kenyan refugee camp, who is watching her children waste away from starvation. Because of you, her family can eat nourishing food so they are strong enough to keep searching for safety. You are feeding the malnourished child in a Dominican batey who is so weak with
A little boy in the Dominican Republic looks down the dirt road that crosses in front of his home, a small wooden shack. He sees a group begin to gather as people from the church down the road start passing out bags of food. With bare feet and dusty and dirty pants, he walks with his little sister towards the crowd. This might be his only chance to get something for his sister to eat for the week. And he’ll eat whatever’s left. A little later, his left hand, barely big enough to hold a softball, clutches two large bags