You live in a 10’ x 15’ house made of corrugated tin which leaks when it rains. It is dark; without running water; one mattress lies on the packed, dirt floor where the whole family sleeps; the kitchen is a wood fire out back next to the toilet, a hole surrounded by dried cornstalks for privacy. Each morning you pray for work cleaning, cooking or sorting trash so you can feed your children one meal that day of black beans and rice. They are constantly sick, malnourished with no dreams of their own. The church in your neighborhood offers a school but you can’t afford it. With books, uniforms, meals and teacher salaries, it would easily cost half of your yearly income for just one of your children to attend. Close your eyes now and picture if this was your life or the life of your children or grandchildren. Is that acceptable? The mother in Guatemala prays that God will provide. He sends missionaries to her church. They say her children can come to school for free. They say the children can have 2 meals a day. They say God loves them. Dare you believe this? Some do. Their children start coming to school. They begin to learn and dream. “I want to be a doctor. I want to be an engineer. I want to help my mama.” They begin to play and be children again, smiling when the missionaries return; eager to show what they have learned. God commands the missionaries to share the children's stories with everyone they know back home. He says these will help them raise sufficient money to fully fund the school each year so that no child has to be turned away mid-year. How will you help?