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 Reading and Sight, Renewed: A Glimpse into the Shalom Widow Care Receiving Reading Glasses and Training. 


It’s a sobering reality that millions of people around the world have no access to basic eye care, and for many, it’s simply not seen as a priority. This is especially true for most of the community we serve, even the widows. Many have, for years, quietly lived with impaired vision, unable to read. 

That’s why this week was so special.





In partnership with Laurie @ https://apollostraining.org/ and Doreen E— and with the faithful support of Levina and our women leaders at Shalom Care — we were able to provide reading glasses to a group of widows. For some, I'm sure it was their first time ever seeing clearly. The joy on their faces as they read words they hadn’t seen in years — or ever—was unforgettable.



Beyond the gift of sight, the day was also filled with training, fellowship, and encouragement. These gatherings remind us that God sees and cares deeply for these women, and so must we. It’s always an honor to walk alongside them — to affirm their dignity, meet practical needs, and remind them they are not forgotten.




A pair of glasses may seem small, but for someone who has gone years without seeing clearly, it is life-changing. And in that simple act, hope is restored.



These glasses may be traced to a gift donated by someone ordinary. What is within your reach that can come to support the work we do? 

Bless the Lord! 

James 1:27 

Religion that is pure and undefiled before God the Father is this: to visit orphans and widows in their affliction, and to keep oneself unstained from the world.



















Thanks!!

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