A young and tight-knit family. They’ve blessed Georgia with so many beautiful and healthy children, and then such a tragedy struck… Their home was destroyed by a landslide, and they found shelter wherever they could. When it rains, the whole family prays for it to stop quickly and for their beds to dry! Sleeping in a puddle is torture! And in winter, it may happen that those who slept soundly may never wake up again: they might choke or freeze to death!

After his stroke, Tariel is completely helpless. His right arm is paralyzed, and later, due to gangrene, his leg had to be amputated. For him, every day is a fight for survival. For his family, it’s a constant battle with fear, uncertainty, and the pain of being unable to help.

Aluna, Tariel’s spouse (49-year-old): “My husband and I are raising three children with disabilities.  Our daughters were born with intracranial pressure; they have brain damage. They can’t do anything on their own—I take care of everything: I dress them, feed them, bathe them, brush their teeth. And I’ve been doing this for 17 years.  What wouldn’t a mother do for her children? My husband used to help, but now he needs care himself. His heart couldn’t bear the pain of watching his daughters suffer.”

Aluna: “The children need medicine to improve their brain circulation, but I haven’t been able to buy any for a year and a half because we have no money. I can’t go to work – who would I leave my sick children and husband with?”

The poor man spends his days in an old wheelchair, which is falling apart. Just look at it – the wheels don’t even have tires. Every little bump causes him unbearable pain. Friends, Tariel urgently needs a proper wheelchair! But there’s no money to buy one.

It’s been a whole year since Tariel last left the second floor of their home! The last time he needed to go to the hospital, they had to call emergency rescuers just to carry him out of the house. Can you even imagine that?

Look at this little angel, crying bitter, heartbreaking tears. Do you think she’s crying because she dropped a toy or wants candy? Oh, if only that were the case. This little girl is crying because her bottle is empty, and she’s still hungry. Yes, still hungry. But… God, it’s so hard to write these words. In fact, words aren’t even needed—these pictures say more than words ever could. This is the Manukyan family. Seven little children… Seven little angels sent to Earth by God. Seven pairs of sad, innocent eyes. Why? Why? How can this world bear so much injustice? Some people have so much that they’ve lost even the ability to find joy in it. Meanwhile, others dream of nothing more than a warm bed. Kind-hearted people, the children’s biggest dream is to finish covering the greenhouse. If these hardworking children had a functioning greenhouse, they could grow enough food not just for their family but even to sell some. The Manukyan family would have a steady income, and maybe one day, one of these children will grow up to become an entrepreneur and help other needy families. But until that day comes, we need to extend a helping hand to the Manukyan family. These angelic children will never forget your kindness. And years from now, in a world beyond this one, we will stand before the Lord, and God the Father will open the doors to His Kingdom, where we will forever rest under His grace.

As soon as Khatia saw the Fund’s correspondent at her door, she couldn’t hold back her tears and cried out: “I want to get out of bed! Please, help me! Help me!  I will pray for you on my knees every day!” Dear friends, you need to understand—Khatia has been bedridden for over a year, unable to leave her home. Her elderly parents don’t have the strength to lift her and transfer her into a wheelchair. The family’s expenses have skyrocketed: daily care for a bedridden person, prevention of bedsores, diapers, pads, ointments… It’s a situation impossible to manage without outside help.

Dear friends – meet Grandma Butsa – a 90-year-old Georgian woman, kind-hearted and proud as ever! She is so sweet! She has spent her long life caring for countless people in Georgia, giving her warmth and kindness without ever asking for anything in return. But now, as the sun sets on her life, she wonders if it will rise for her tomorrow… And today, she dreams of a bowl of meat soup—it even came to her in a dream last night. 

She was born before the Second World War. Despite the hardships, she had a happy childhood. In 1935, there were no phones, no tablets, no fancy clothes. People read books by candlelight, knitted, and gathered in the evenings to cook and share meals together. Life was difficult, but love, warmth, and kindness filled every home. This is the world in which Butsa grew up.

As a young girl, she dreamed of having a big family. Do you know how she imagined her old age? Sitting by the fireplace, with her grandchildren climbing onto her lap, running her fingers through their tangled hair after playing outside. She would tell them Georgian fairy tales – her voice getting softer and softer as their little eyes started to close. And one by one, she would carry them to bed, tuck them under a warm blanket, and kiss them goodnight.

But nearly a century has passed, and that dream never came true. Grandma Butsa has no children, no grandchildren. 

The Lord gives us a chance, friends, to give the most precious gift in the world to Nikoloz: to give him life!
The little one has cancer. Three years ago, his stomach started aching, and his mom thought he had eaten too many chips, but the pain only became stronger! “And the doctors gave an almost fatal ‘verdict’ – KIDNEY CANCER!”
Nikoloz (7-year-old): Yes, Auntie, I have cancer. They took me to hospital and did not let me out from there. They told me: ‘If we let you go, you will die’ – and I got scared! Very scared! Then they urgently ‘flew’ me to Germany, took X-rays, then cut my stomach open and found cancer there. I don’t know what it is, what it looks like – but I know it’s scary! They removed my kidney. Then I came back home, but I felt bad again and we had to go to Germany again, and they removed my spleen and something else. Then they gave me a lot of medicines, did some radiation, transfusions, and chemotherapy to shrink and stop the cancer. I felt better. I won’t die,