One of the most profound things I have heard any of my girls say about India so far is when Belle said this morning, "Why is this world so different from ours Mom?"
I ask myself the same question every time I come here. Why do I live the way I live and they live the way they do? Why do I have a clean house with a neat lawn and food in my refrigerator, and many here do not have a house, or a lawn, or any food at all.
I can see the girls wrestling with those same questions as we have seen hundreds already today who have lived all their days in poverty, and will go to their graves knowing nothing but poverty.
These are hard questions and hard thoughts. Ones we will all probably wrestle with for a long time to come.