The line is getting long. It’s still freezing cold. Early that morning, the blasts from the drone strikes had shattered hundreds of windows in the nearby apartment buildings. Now the families were supplied with OSB and waiting in line for us to cut it to size.
I can only imagine how they feel. They’ve endured the effects of the war for so long, and lately constant power outages in extreme cold. This particular morning, they woke up to their windows being blown out.
Some of them shout in frustration and try to cut ahead of the others. I don’t blame them; the circumstances are brutal. Others are patient and so thankful for the help, which is refreshing to see among all this destruction.
I’m just thankful to be a small part of their lives. I pray our work can bring glory to God, and they can put their trust in Him, even as everything around them is torn apart.