Marlo looks up at us and he knows. He knows he’s becoming a man. And in so many ways as a sacrificial lamb.
Yes changes lives. Yes can change a child’s life forever. Yes can change eternity.
Each Compassion Blogger on this trip to the Dominican Republic has an amazing personal story to share. All different. All unique.
Yet as you get to know Ruth, Bonnie, Holley, Lisa and Bri this week, you will see something in their blog posts, something special they all have in common – a deeply held love for God and for His children.
With a team of Compassion Bloggers heading to the Dominican Republic next week, we thought it’d be a great time to learn more about the beautiful island country, its customs and its people before you experience it with the bloggers. So to buff up on your Dominican Republic knowledge and our work there, here are some great resources for you.
A team of Compassion Bloggers will be in the Dominican Republic from February 16 through February 20, 2015, blogging for children in poverty.
My heart is overflowing as I return to the dry climate and high altitude of my Colorado Springs home from my first trip to the island of the Dominican Republic. I left with a deepened assurance of the investment that the project staff have in each child. Have you ever wondered about the hearts of our staff? I pray that I can convey just a glimpse of the depth of compassion they hold within them.
As a U.S. citizen, I’ve heard many reactions to my nationality as I travel to other places. A few gems: “We love Americans!” “We hate Americans!” “You can print your own money at an ATM.” “You’re all fat.” People have ample opportunities to see the United States in news and entertainment, so they have ample opportunities to form opinions of us — for better or for worse.
My trip to meet the children I sponsor actually began in 1955. That was the year my parents-in-law loaded up two toddlers and flew to their new home in Siguatepeque, Honduras.
Affirming words from mentors and teachers and even strangers, make us into the people we become.
This slum is what nightmares are made of. Filled with what gifts are made of.