A Trip of Small Miracles
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.
The Worst Mistake You Don’t Know You’re Making
Affirming words from mentors and teachers and even strangers, make us into the people we become.
What Nightmares are Made Of
This slum is what nightmares are made of. Filled with what gifts are made of.
Grace and the Lord’s Resistance Army
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 Broke the Bed
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.
And, Sometimes, Things Work Out Beautifully (A Short Story in Pictures)
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.
The Little Things
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.
The Cost of Being a Sponsor
Our release cost the Father His only Son by the way of His broken, holy, sacrificed body. Release costs. It always costs.
To See a Child Smile
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.
On Being a Sponsor. And Passing Through the Fire.
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.
