52 hearts: Encouragement takes Bravery

“Encourage” is a strange word.  By itself, it looks positive and happy and everything-is-right-with-the-world perfect.  It looks like a pat on the back, sounds like a “way to go!”, and feels like a warm hug.  It seems easy on paper, especially when you’re talking about people you know.  How difficult is it for me to encourage my husband, kids, siblings, or mom?  Not hard at all.  But stepping outside our own little worlds to lift someone else up can sometimes {or often} be very daunting for most people.

I think the most obvious roadblock to people encouraging one another comes from our fear of rejection.  “That lady looks like she needs to hear something nice. But what if she gets aggravated and thinks I’m being nosy? I’d better leave her alone.” So what does it take to put ourselves out there and say something nice to a stranger?  To hold a hand or give a hug?  With no worry of being rejected?
Bravery.  To put it plainly, a body needs to be brave to step forward, make a move, do something right and positive and good.  Being brave means you’re willing to take a chance and say something even though you really aren’t certain of the outcome.  But what you say or do could be so powerful that it rocks someone’s world in such a way as to give them hope.  It could change their life.  And it most definitely will change yours.
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”  Jeremiah 29:11
Because all this bravery and encouragement comes with an added benefit.  When you see someone’s eyes light up at your words or catch them biting their lip as their eyes fill with tears from the simple gesture of putting your hand on their back, you’ll feel it in your own heart, too.  And you will be a better person for it.
But encouragement comes in more ways than spoken words and hugs.  It comes from gestures that show we care…that say “You’re awesome!” and “I love you.”  And that’s what we get to do through Compassion International.  For the scores of children living in extreme poverty in this world we get to say “I care about you and will be here to encourage you.”  Sponsoring a child through Compassion is more than just giving some money every month.  You get to be that child’s cheerleader, encouraging them through circumstances that most people cannot even fathom.  You get to write your child letters, send him photos, pray for her, and be a light in their world.

 

Save Children

In a few days Compassion will be sending a team of bloggers to the Philippines to share what they witness in that poverty-stricken land.  Though these messengers will get to encourage children and parents alike, this will be a lesson in bravery as well.  These women and this man will be taking a chance and wearing their hearts on their sleeves.  They will see and hear stories that may take their breath away.  They will probably feel heartbreak and shed tears by the bucket.  But they will be better people for it.
So now it’s your turn.  Is this your day to make a move?  Are you willing to be brave and encourage another?  I know you can do it!

{Please be sure to pray for and follow the Compassion bloggers through their daily posts and at Twitter.}

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Compassion: What about the rest of them?

By now I hope you’ve learned something about Compassion International.  I thought I knew enough…until I saw this.  Here is Wess Stafford, the President of Compassion, saying it like no one else could.  Please watch, give a listen, and let your heart be filled…


The Voice from Compassion International on Vimeo.

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Operation Christmas Child: Never too Early to Start

As I type this post, it is early May.  Finishing up the last of our Easter candy {sadly} and gearing up after a lovely Mother’s Day weekend may not seem like the time to bring up Operation Christmas Child, right?  But this is actually the perfect time!  

Right before and just after a major, commercialized holiday is the absolute best time to make purchases for your OCC shoeboxes.  In fact, you can get small, fun, springtime items marked way down at some stores.  A couple of weeks ago Catz and I found some adorable little gifts at Michael’s.  Do you see the mini notepads in the photo?  They were just 50 cents.  Those are great for girls ages 8 and up.  In fact, we love them so much that we’re going to send one to our Compassion sponsored sweetie, Bala.  I think she’ll love it, too!  The notepads are really thin so I think they’ll pass customs well.

Aren’t the socks so cute?  We picked up several different sizes for girls at 99 cents, but one pair actually rang up at a penny!  We also found some beautiful wood crosses and Silly Putty.  

Now that’s not the end of our shopping, but it’s a great start.  My family is hoping to really pack these boxes to the brim with an assortment of gifts.  I’m hoping we’ll find some more great spring and summer ideas as the months go by.  If you see or think of something really neat could you let me know?  Here’s a great video reminder of how to pack a shoebox. {If your browser doesn’t show the video, click here.} 


What are you planning to pack in your OCC shoeboxes {or have packed before} that really rocks?

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How do you choose Compassion?

As I clicked the link I had no memory of what I was in for.  Truly, I had forgotten.  It hadn’t been years since I had done this so how could it have slipped my mind so easily?  Only 7 months.  It had only been seven months since we looked and welcomed the first.  Is that how long it takes to forget?  But when the next page flashed on the screen of my laptop it all came rushing back in on me.  A flood.  A deluge of emotion.  Ah, now I remember.  So many faces, so many stories.
But these aren’t fairytales.  There are no knights saving fair maidens.  These stories are real and raw and deep like a wound left by a razor-sharp knife.  And it hurts to read them.  But what is my pain compared to theirs?  No, my tears can roll but they can also be wiped away.  I can walk away from this…or can I?  I have already opened my heart to them and it is gaping wide.  Ready to take them all.  Wanting to give them wings so they can fly high above what keeps pulling them down.  Nauseating filth.  Heartbreaking poverty.  Ravaging disease.  Choking addiction.  Collapsing self-esteem.
Each precious face, who I know only from their photos and reading about personal bits of their lives, says something different.  From “I don’t understand” to “Please…I’d like you to get to know me.” These are the faces of the children waiting to be sponsored through Compassion International.  Don’t misunderstand…they are not sad, sickly looking kids.  These photos show kids with clean faces and clothes, wearing a badge of dignity.  As I look I wonder how many have even seen a picture of themselves.
To be able to narrow down this sea of sweet faces to just one leads me to questions. And so I call Compassion and ask because I know they feel the same way, and they answer me with just what God wants me to hear.  The first time my family sponsored a child I chose the option “the one who has been waiting longest.”  We were then blessed with 5 year-old Jean Fernando from Haiti.  He’s a gem.
This time, as we again add to our family, I wanted to choose based on some alarming statistics.  Girls in India and Indonesia are often sold into prostitution at a young age by their own families due to extreme poverty.  Wanting to prevent that horror, I chose 11 year-old Bala.  Isn’t she sweet?  I’m so looking forward to getting to know her!

Bala at 11

So, you see, the hard part about sponsoring a child through Compassion isn’t filling out an online form or sending in a check or giving your credit card number.  It’s choosing just one child from the array of many in need.  Just one life in which to make a difference.

And this I add to my endless list of gratitude. I am so very thankful…
~ my family gets to know a child in need
~ I have added to my heart another precious child to love
~ my kids shop and write letters, doing for someone else
~ Bala now has more people praying over her and her family
~ this sweet girl will now be protected instead of sold
~ a family in need is getting some relief and assistance
~ Compassion is connecting children and sponsors, spreading the love of Jesus Christ
~ we can financially afford to sponsor another
~ God put this need on my heart, tapping me on the shoulder and turning my head to really see

What is on your heart that makes you spill over with gratitude?  Visit Ann for more of One Thousand Gifts.

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Singled Out

Do you ever feel like Moses? No, I’m not talking about Charlton Heston and his mighty voice as he and Hollywood part the Red Sea. I mean the actual Moses. The one who God singled out and said “Hey, you there, I’ve got a job for you.”

Do you ever feel like that? Like God wants you to do something big but you shrink back instead saying “This is too big for me” and look around for an escape?

It’s like when you were in grade school and everyone was lined up at the front of the class. And the teacher suddenly points to you and says “Okay, I want you to do _(some big thing)_ right now.” And you look horrified as you try desperately to blend in with the scenery, hiding behind your classmates.

Well that’s how I felt tonight. I was at the Compassion International website looking up some info on our sponsored “son” from Haiti, Jean, when I saw a link for Compassion Sunday. Curious, I checked it out. There were resources and packets to send for to help someone run this amazing one-day event. What is it? In a nutshell, it’s a way to tap the Church on the shoulder and point out the world’s poorest kids, explaining how we can each help at least one child escape poverty through sponsorship.

As I checked out all of the cool resources available I found this video presentation:

Oh, man! Tears filled my eyes to the brim as I watched. And as soon as it ended and the tears splashed my cheeks I knew, I just knew, I had to help host a Compassion Sunday event. In an instantaneous burst, almost like a quick breath in, I felt and heard God telling me “Do it. You know you need to and you CAN.” But then, as I tucked my face inside my shirt {sleep shirt, very stretchy…and tear-absorbent}, in the next breath out my head silently screamed “But I CAN’T!!!”

“Who will listen to ME?!?” kept turning over in my brain. First I’d have to get my pastor and missions minister on board. Then comes the real fun – the presentation. TechDaddy is a whiz at making presentations for his job. He can create anything AND implement it with style. By association {and the mere fact that I know he’ll help me since I’m an amazing cook – and he likes to eat} I’ve got the “creating” part covered. It’s the “implementing the presentation” part that has me gulping. Our church body is around 1200 people. Divide that up between two services and we’re looking at roughly 600. That’s 600 warm bodies that I’d have to get UP in front of to make said presentation. Feeling like Moses here!

So this is where I say “to be continued” and leave you hanging. And hopefully you’ll go check out the Compassion website. Because it’s so very easy to release a child from poverty through sponsorship. {Psst! The hardest part is picking just one child.}

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My heart is wrecked

In July my family and I pushed ourselves. I had been reading about worldwide poverty and came to the very real conclusion that I wanted us to help, to do something tangible. Writing a check every so often and dropping it in a collection plate or mailing it to a charity had been done before and was just too easy. Too easy to overlook, too simple to ignore the children behind the reason. I didn’t want to do “easy” anymore.

So we reached further and found Compassion International. Here was a golden opportunity. We signed up to sponsor a child, but this is where everything changed. Just writing a check was out. Because children in poverty need more. They need to know that they matter, that they are loved. Writing letters to each child is not a requirement of sponsors but a gift. A gift of love to a child broken by the repercussions of poverty. And a gift to the sponsors themselves.

Our little boy, Jean, is from Haiti. He is five and though I initially wondered how much he would understand of our letters, after reading this I am excited. I’m looking forward to my family embracing this sweet child, to telling him through written words and pictures “just how much”…how much he is loved, how much he is wanted, how important he is and will always be to us. And I hope he feels it, too.

On a huge side note, last week a team of bloggers from Compassion went to Guatemala. While there they visited families, saw the Compassion Child Development Center, and experienced a small fraction of life in this poverty-stricken land, this place of 20,000 living in the dump. Their words and pictures were soul-reaching and life-changing. And now my heart is wrecked. And I am thankful.

If you have the chance please visit these blogs where you can experience just a taste of life in Guatemala. Warning: your life will be changed. And you will be better for it.

http://www.aholyexperience.com
http://www.lindseynobles.com
http://thegypsymama.com
http://babybangs.blogspot.com

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Update City

So, so much has been happening here lately.  But really, will it ever stop?  No, who am I kidding.  A new season, a new set of changes.  Otherwise life would be static.  And boring.  Yechh.

This is really just a quick update.  Or you could say this teeny little post is a way for me to remind myself of bigger posts that I need to write.  Yikes, this sounds boring.

Okay, let’s keep moving here.

Update #1: In July I had a brain MRI due to headaches and abnormal dizziness {not to be confused with normal dizziness}.  I am happy to say the results showed no tumors of any kind.  Thank you, Jesus! Instead, I have something called Meniere’s disease, which is not life-threatening so I really don’t know why it’s called a disease at all, but those ponderings are for another post.

Update #2: Yes, we are still planning to sell our house and hit the road for a year in an rv.  It’s been a while since I last mentioned this life-changing plan, but that post is coming up soon as well.  In fact, I’ll be doing a regular series on that area of my life.

Update #3: I spent this past week following the Compassion bloggers on their trip to Guatemala via Twitter and their blogs.  And my heart is wrecked.  Much more on this soon.

Update #4: About one year ago I wrote about the top 10 reasons I love my iPhone.  {Which sounds absurd after what I’ve been reading about Guatemala.} That was before TechDaddy upgraded me to the iPhone 4.  And iOS4.  Need I say more?  Just wait until you read my post about this new and improved delivery from Apple.  I’m guaranteed to sound like a techno-geek. {Which I’m not.}

Update #5: This year has been one of being intentional, and how I use my camera is no exception.  Since January I have taken classes and workshops on how to rock my Nikon, and I’m loving it.  I cannot wait to tell you about where God is leading me with this!

Update #6: This is our tenth year to homeschool the chicklets, and I’m pretty excited about where we are in this journey.  With a 7th grader and a 9th grader, I have never been more content and relaxed with how our year has been going.  For real.

Well, that’s it for now.  I apologize for having no pictures in this post.  What a faux pas…I’m so embarrassed!  {crickets chirping}  Okay, I’m over it!  :) Each of these updates will be a future post {or series of posts} as I work life into the equation.  Excuse me now while I skip off to spend some time recharging with my sweet family.  {Where is my camera?!}

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It’s a Boy!

Recently I wrote a post about my desire to go on mission trips in order to do something for children who have nothing.  Patiently waiting to go on an international trip has been tough.  I so want to be there with those kids, playing, holding hands, braiding hair, giving hugs, and rocking them to sleep.  Those who know me well know that patience itself is one of those tricky personality quirks that I work on daily.  

So in order to be involved while here at home, TechDaddy and I decided to sponsor a child through Compassion International.  For only $38 a month we get to help provide a child with medical check-ups, books, bible teaching, food, clean water, and more.  We just couldn’t pass up this opportunity.

However, I wasn’t prepared for what I saw on the Compassion website.  Don’t get me wrong, they have a great site.  But on my computer screen dozens of children’s faces stared back at me as if to say “Are you going to pick me?”  So many children from numerous countries around the planet were listed. 

And that leads me to another, er, interesting character quirk I have…indecisiveness.  Don’t know what I mean?  Let me spell it out for you.  Going to an ice cream shop can be a trial as I try to narrow down flavors.  Oh, but add in toppings and we’ll be there another 10 minutes if you don’t watch out. 

So imagine my dilemma when faced with the prospect of only getting to choose one of those sweet kids…I couldn’t do it!  I really wanted to take them all, but as I have my own precious chicklets to feed and clothe and love here at home, I could only pick one.  And that’s where Compassion was using their thinking caps.  They must have known I’d be coming along someday because they have this other nifty choice; they chose for me.  Actually, they offer the option to choose the child that has been on their list the longest.  And that’s what we did.

Because of our choice we didn’t get to see who was going to “be our child” when we signed up online, so we waited for the information packet.  And in just a few days we found out…it’s a boy!  I opened the card that had his info and saw his picture.  And then I cried.  Not out of pity or sadness, but I cried out of sheer joy at seeing this sweet little boy’s face. 

He is just so precious!  His blog name is JayT {not his real name}, he is five, and he is from Haiti.  Our first job as a family is to send him a photo and a letter telling him about us.  I can hardly wait!

And even though he lives so far away and we haven’t yet established contact, I already feel a bond to him.  He’s not some name to us. He is family.

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