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Just Suppose You Could Change Your World

Just suppose you could do something that would change the world…

If only

If only

If only

The sights and sounds of a country halfway around the world come to my mind.

The poverty

the aching need

the hands outstretched

But I am only one. And I already have many responsibilities.

From time to time I’d read over profiles of little ones waiting to be adopted

and I’d wonder.

Whatcha doin’ Mom?

Oh, just looking I’d say and quickly click off the page.

Why bother looking.

My home is full- my life is full

and my age is… well.. older.

But that longing refuses to be stilled.

Days and weeks go by and I’d search and pray

hungering to do something for children around the world.

Until one day I saw a little girl with big brown eyes.

Eyes that called for care;

Eyes that cried for help

And I responded. With joy overflowing my daughters and I became a sponsor

for this little girl in Peru. Her birthday was the same as my youngest daughter.

We wrote letters and rejoiced whenever we’d receive a letter back

telling us how she was doing. The progress she was making.

Colorful pictures drawn by this mysterious but deeply loved child.

Our hearts were now in Peru.

Pictures showed us that she was growing taller and doing well in school

and so we decided to stretch a little more. Dig deep.

So we chose another little girl.

Little Clarissa from Brazil was 5 when she became our second sponsored child.

Actually my oldest daughter claimed her and hearts once more became entwined.

The days we receive updates on our sponsored daughters are special ones.

At Christmas and birthdays we remember these precious girls growing up with very little.

Although they live miles and miles from me

They are held close in my heart.

It takes so little to change the world.

Just one person doing what they can for another.

But that was not the end.

No, the other day I saw this picture. A little girl with big brown eyes smiling at me.

And I knew like I’ve known every other time

she was mine.

Little Allison is only 2 with a birthday falling the day before mine.

She lives in Columbia.

That first day I found myself looking again and again at her photo

But it wasn’t the right time.

So I waited and prayed. Three sponsorships? Could we possibly stretch that far?

But I knew that I had to say yes. We talked it over.

Dig deeper time. A sacrifice so small but with great dividends.

So with great joy we took on the acceptance of another little girl.

Three sweet girls, ages 7, 6, and 2 have joined our family.

And we look forward to doing what we can to support them as they grow.

Education, clean water, learning about Jesus and most of all knowing that someone cares for them.

It takes so little to change the world.

Just one child at a time.

And one day if I’m able I want to visit these girls

and learn more about their world, their life.

I want them to know that there is love in this world

and that He brings us together

to love and care for each other.

So just suppose you could do something to change your world….

http://www.compassion.com/

You can.

There are so many children who wait for sponsors. Won’t you consider it?

Today.

 

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I Just Couldn’t Go On

I just couldn’t go on.

It was pouring rain outside. Yes, it was a warm rain but it was literally pouring.

On  my drive home from the office today I saw an elderly man walking.

Holding a red umbrella,

bent over

walking , trudging  through the heavy rain.

I just couldn’t go on.

It bothered me. Why he needed to be in the safe shelter of warmth and light

not pushing through the harsh elements.

But he was on the opposite side of the road. I was not going his way.

It would have been so easy to just keep driving.

Really, it wasn’t my problem. Or was it? My heart pondered the situation.

He was a man and I a woman. I had no obligation to help him.

But…..I couldn’t go on.

All  I know is that at that moment in time

his problem was mine.

Memories came to mind of a time years ago when a lovely lady pulled her van up beside me.

I was drenched in the heavy rain.

“Want a lift?” she called out. I looked at her smiling face and those of her kids

and proceeded to gratefully hop up into the van.

I shall never forget her kindness that day.

Now a similar situation was before me.

I just couldn’t go on.

I drove the car around and came up beside him

Rolled down the window.

He looked up at me through sheets of heavy rain.

Smiled and nodded in the direction of his destination.

I understood and smiled back so glad to know that he was home.

I watched while he slowly trudged up the wet sidewalk and then disappeared through the door.

Thank you, Lord, for giving me that opportunity. rainy evening

We are surrounded on all side by people in need.

Some are more obvious than others.

Even the smallest action of care matters

to the One Who cares for the sparrows.

Let’s write our words with hearts filled with care,

and live our lives  with eyes open to see

and hands willing to give.

Will you join me?

Let’s not pass them by. Together you and I can change this world.

 

 

 

Shining Moments

About a year ago my daughters and I spent time with some friends on their farm.

The memory of that day – the wide open sky, the vast field and grazing animals,

the laughter and time of fellowship is cherished in my heart.

It was one of those times when it hit me

like an arrow hitting its mark

how very blessed we are in this country.

And I realize that the smallest thing

when you think about it

oftentimes is an essential in other parts of the world.

When my eyes rest on a goat, for instance,

I see simply an animal- one of the Billy Goats Gruff –

while many others see a goat as meat and milk for a whole family.

I observe chickens

enjoying their cuteness and fluff

but others see eggs and meat.

I enjoy going to our local Farmers Market.

It not only is a feast for the eyes and a place to pick up some healthy fruits and

vegetables.  Flowers and baked goods,

but also a time to greet friends and neighbors.

But in so many parts of the world a Farmers Market or a simple stand by the side of

the road is the place to earn a living.

Open my eyes, Lord, and help me to see

that many things that I take for granted here

are essential for survival for much of the world.

My heart longs to move beyond awareness to actually doing more for others.

It’s all too easy to become lulled into complacency,

distracted by the tyranny of the urgent

meanwhile missing the most important things in life.

“What does the Lord require – to act justly, to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.” Micah 6:8

A goat,

a market,

clear running water,

bread and more.

My prayer longs to pour out mercy to a needy world

in a life of giving so that others may live.

Hearts that begin to see

hunger to do more

as we wade out into the ocean of need and away from the known.

Hearts that cannot rest until they discover His Peace

in being broken bread and poured out wine

in our world today.