Freedom came for Grace when soldiers from the government raided the Lord’s Resistance Army camp where she and her mother were being held. After this, for seven years, they moved frequently, looking for a place to live.
We went, seven Compassion sponsors, flush with excitement, filled with the desire to help, hearts ready to connect. We went to Gladys’ modest home to learn about her world. We went with the best of intentions. And then we broke her bed.
Angeliz lives in a tiny, dark structure on the side of a steep hill, with her great-grandmother. She does not live with her daddy, because he left her and her mommy. And she does not live with her mommy, because her mommy soon left her, too.
Brandy and her group of sponsors are in Bolivia where they recently toured a Child Survival Program and met Rosario on their home visit—a time filled with little things.
Our release cost the Father His only Son by the way of His broken, holy, sacrificed body. Release costs. It always costs.
The bloggers all sit in a circle and laugh and pretend to know Spanish and laugh some more. But not Ivan. He does not smile.
One day all of our works on this earth will go through the fire. And those works, they will burn and bring loss. Or endure and bring reward.
This trash dump in Nicaragua is where mothers, grandmothers, men and children come to make a living. It’s where they find their lunch. For children it’s where they play and take their midday nap.
Twice a year we take a team of bloggers to the developing world to learn about our ministry. This week the team is in Nicaragua. Take a glance at what the bloggers will witness firsthand.