not an issue to solve

Do you see me as a problem? A puzzle?  Something to fix?

I want you to see me.  Just me.  

A little girl who has to grow up too fast.

I'm not just a headline.

I live and breathe and hurt.

I am just like all the other children you know.

Yes, I cry, but I laugh too.

I am not an issue.  I am a life.

I am an opportunity.

I am an invitation into relationship.

What God created us for.

I am waiting.

He Is waiting

What are you waiting for?

Poverty is not necessarily an issue to solve; 

it is an opportunity to serve. 

As we go through each day, 

our heart’s cry should be, 

"Lord, where would you have me give, 

serve, and invest myself to bring hope to the poor?"

Orphan Justice author, Johnny Carr

Is the Lord whispering to your spirit, urging you to get involved?  

Click here to begin the sponsorship journey.

  

my shirt

it may be dirty

with holes worn through

a little too big

but it covers me

when I want to hide

there is room in here

I pull it over my head

close my eyes

I grow tired of seeing

the same nothing

day after day

I grow weary

of trying to 

sleep the same hunger 

screaming night after night

covered with mud

tattered and worn

but mine

all I can call my own

can you see me

in here

behind the rags

I live and hurt and wonder

about the God I've heard of

and the people who help

in His name

will they find me?

Compassion Blog Month is more than halfway over.  If you'd like to help us reach our goal of getting 3,160 children sponsored online by 11:59 p.m. MT on September 30 click here for moire information.

 

seeking safety

I received the following email earlier this week:

For assignment two of Compassion Blog Month we want you to write three things about one word.

I am reposting a prayer from one year ago today, during another blog month, with thoughts of 9/11/2001 swirling.  The one word I am highlighting is safe or safety

My precious Lord:

Today marks eleven years since the Twin Towers fell in New York City.

Eleven years since acts of violence forever changed the way we live life.

Security has taken top priority, risen up like a golden calf.

We seem to seek safety above all else.

Your life wasn't safe Lord, you lived each moment

knowing that one day you would pay the ultimate price

your blood, your life, given for us.

The winds are howling strong today

trees trembling in a frenzied dance

the wail like a cry in my spirit, a continuous prayer

let me be more like You

dead to myself and alive in You

living for grace, for love, for mercy and justice

There are so many children who have never known safety

they have never lived in what we would call a home

families are broken, shattered with need

help me to care more for them

then my own comfort

The wind howls still

as my prayers continue

help me be a mother to the motherless

a friend to the weak

let me be filled with Your passion, Lord.

I may be the only Jesus they see

may I reflect You, Lord as You are

not as I might imagine You

True light, true love.

The answer to every question, asked or silent.

Through the acts of my heart and hands

may they taste and see that You are good.

This month, the goal is to get 3,160 children sponsored.  If God has been tugging at your heart, this is a great time to visit the Compassion page and extend your heart in sponsorship.

  

when I see you - I see me

I can almost feel the tears wet on your cheeks.

Sticks and stones break bones, and you've been lucky to avoid that kind of pain. But unlike the old rhyme, names and words cut deeper than flesh, leaving wounds that may take a lifetime to heal. What was it this time?  Fatso?  Ugly?  Stupid?  You've heard the words often enough that you begin to believe them, and worse, you think you're the only one deserving of such teasing.

I can almost taste the salt of those tears.  And the sting of isolation.  You are certain that you are all by yourself. But know this, little me. You are not alone, have never been, alone.  God is beside you, holding you even as you shake with sorrow.  He is molding you, preparing you to become the me that writes these words.

Years will teach you that some of what was said was true. You are not like everyone else.  But you will grow to celebrate all the ways in which you are unique.  One day someone will speak words of pure truth over you that will bathe all of those scars:

You are not different, you are set apart.
By Him and for Him.
His design with which He is well pleased.
And loved, oh so very loved.

Want to help a little life know the love of both God and man?  Consider sponsoring a child today.

I can hardly believe that it has been a year since I joined in Compassion Blog Month 2012.  God moved hearts and many children found love and care through those who began new sponsorships. While it was a joy to see love in action the needs are still great.

The goal this year is to get 3,160 children sponsored online by 11:59 p.m. mountain time on September 30.

joining Emily and the imperfect redeemed

Now I know...

The last assignment for Compassion Blog month is to write from the perspective of a sponsored child:

Alone, frightened
cold climbed in deep
and would not let me go.
The blankets you gave
like arms wrapped close
whispering Jesus.

I had never heard that name
but now I know
it means warm.

Alone, frightened
hunger dug in deep
and would not let me go.
The food you sent
poured into all that empty space
whispering Jesus.

I had never heard that name
but now I know
it means full.

You didn't tell me.
You showed me.
Opening your own life
to touch mine.

And now I know
Jesus means love.

As of last Friday, we were at 2,006 sponsorships. We have one week to go! Let's give 1,102 more children the gift of being sponsored this month. 

To find out the most recent sponsorship number for every day this week, follow Compassion on Twitter

 

Feeling the God-Bumps with Jennifer

and walking with the broken but redeemed with Emily

 

Choosing to love...

I didn't want to pick a child just because the picture called to me.  When God made it clear to us that it was time to sponsor a child through Compassion we sat at the computer and pulled up the list of children who had been waiting the longest time.

This little one in Uganda, a country that had already claimed our hearts when we were there in 2007 waited on and on for someone to choose him.  We realized it likely had nothing to do with where he lived or what he looked like or his age but it was his name that hindered.  Surely in North America people had many emotions stirred up when thinking of the name Arafat.

"How can we hold that against him?" I asked my husband, and our decision was made.  Never a regret, never a look back.  We opened our wallets and our hearts.

With apologies for the blurry photo that Rick snapped in poor light I encourage you to dive into Compassion's Pinterest Contest.  As part of Compassion's blog month, I encourage you to check into this and get involved even if you've never pinned before.

Halfway into Blog Month and 1,515 children in poverty have been sponsored.  Just 1,593 more to go!

Pray.  Blog. Sponsor. Help.


 

Letter on a windy day...

This week's assignment for Compassion Bloggers was to write a letter to God about sponsorship.

One week into blog month and 837 children have been sponsored.  We still have at least 2,271 more to go in order to reach our goal.  Visit the sponsorship page here, pray, love these ones...

My precious Lord:

Today marks eleven years since the Twin Towers fell in New York City.

Eleven years since acts of violence forever changed the way we live life.

Security has taken top priority, risen up like a golden calf.

We seem to seek safety above all else.

Your life wasn't safe Lord, you lived each moment

knowing that one day you would pay the ultimate price

your blood, your life, given for us.

The winds are howling strong today

trees trembling in a frenzied dance

the wail like a cry in my spirit, a continuous prayer

let me be more like You

dead to myself and alive in You

living for grace, for love, for mercy and justice

There are so many children who have never known safety

they have never lived in what we would call a home

families are broken, shattered with need

help me to care more for them

then my own comfort

The wind howls still

as my prayers continue

help me be a mother to the motherless

a friend to the weak

let me be filled with Your passion, Lord.

I may be the only Jesus they see

may I reflect You, Lord as You are

not as I might imagine You

True light, true love.

The answer to every question, asked or silent.

Through the acts of my heart and hands

may they taste and see that You are good.

  

 

September draws near

September is Blog Month at Compassion, an opportunity for bloggers everywhere to let their voice ring loud with the heartbeat of Jesus as we strive to find sponsors for at least 3,108 children.

We will be given writing challenges to spark our posts, plus giveaways and prizes.  Read more about what next month will bring on Compassion's blog.

As for me, the greatest prize is knowing that in some small way I can help children know the love of our Lord through the hands and hearts of those who would choose to sponsor.

Stay tuned for more as September rolls in, and pray about how God would have you participate.