I Didn’t Ask to Fall in Love

fall in love I didn’t ask to fall in love.

Didn’t ask for my heart to swell with unspeakable joy and look into the harsh, cruel face of poverty through rose-colored glasses, or open wide my arms to hold the limping hope staggering about the city. But as the life of Nicaragua bloomed before me for a week in September, I found myself slipping.

Love thrust itself into my soul, swept through my veins and swung wide the doors to my tenderest chambers. It wooed me in the brilliance of the country’s beauty, the rich heritage and culture brightly colored in the faces of its people.

fall in love freddy and sarahFor three years, I’ve sponsored a little boy, Freddy, and encouraged and loved him through letter writing. When the opportunity to visit him presented itself, I knew it was something I was meant to do. So at the end of September, I journeyed to Nicaragua.

I ventured through mud-slapped streets, stooping homes and the heavy air of a place oppressed but not conquered. Each day my heart made room for faces — the leather-etched grandfather, the tired, desiring mother, and the smooth and soft smiles of child after child, laughter raining from their souls and fearless in their trust.

Nicaragua. I whisper the word off my tongue and push it into the air. I watch it sway and dance across the wind, following my steps, nudging me across hills and valleys, through forests thick with branches and burdens, until it splits into thousands of pieces and takes residence in each man, woman, boy and girl. It alights on deep pools of endless brown eyes, warming hues made liquid in the flames of joy.

I thought I was visiting to share God’s love with the people, but they were the ones to show me what real faith is.

It is the transparent prayer of thanks and praise, urgent requests to know God more, and a deep, anchored belief that He will hear and help their families. They flood the streets with endless chatter and shy smiles, welcoming me into their world. They give with the very last crumbs of their heart, delight etched in their spirits, and it is I who am blessed by their generosity.

fall in loveChildren run, play and shout, words in Spanish but the meaning universal in all languages. These little ones just yearn to be seen and heard, for someone to bend down to their level and share the struggle in their eyes. To take their hand and preciously walk alongside their small steps.

At dusk, they return to one-room homes slapped together by wood and wire, kneel on the dirt floor, and turn to the Source of their every need. They don’t have much materially, but they are overflowing in riches unimaginable to the comfortable eye.

Love. Joy. Peace. Patience. Kindness. Goodness. Faithfulness. Gentleness. Self-control. The people collect these savory nuggets and gather them in the baskets of their spirit, as fruit assembled in the marketplace. As sun streaks over the horizon, hearts cry a hymn of praise to ignite the humming world around them.

And one little boy, sweet, smiling Freddy, 8 years old and my heart’s desire. When he looked at me, his sparkling ink-filled eyes wrote his story into my soul. His small, wrinkled hand, searching for mine in crowded spaces. His brown, safe arms wrapped around me, keeping me warm and pulsing with blood beneath my veins.

With him, I was home. I was overflowing and trembling at the weight my heart could hold. This was my life’s purpose, to watch over him and guide him, to love and feel his hope beat with mine.

My heart has been unstitched, torn open and turned inside out. I am wrecked. Forever and fervently. The scent of this country assails me, sweet with smoked husks and hospitality. In the throes of trial and suffering, a light flickers, refusing to be snuffed out. In the midst of destitution, there is dignity.

We can help banish the lies of this beautiful land! Help throw back the curtains of caution and usher in an unabashed devotion to live through word and deed! To live a life of love, relentless and pure.

I didn’t fully realize the depth of impact sponsors have, but we are changing the world, one child at a time. Every little bit can magnify into a big difference. There is always hope. There is always that one child, waiting for you to light up his or her dark world.

Love has found my tightest spaces and sprung them free. The people of this place are etched in my heart, and poverty is just a coward shadowed in fear.

May love drive away the darkness and paint a bright future into the souls of these children. May our hearts be torn apart and filled by the peace overflowing in the laughter of these lives. And may love find you when you least expect it, serenading you in the call of Compassion.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Sarah Rennicke is a coffee shop employee, freelance writer and advocate for children in poverty. She blogs at And There Was Light and at Our Great Romance.

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  1. JustMe April 19, 2019

    Wow…this is beautiful, so poetic! I am praying for the day when I go visit my girl! Maybe I will try to write about it too… 😉

  2. Tammy November 16, 2013

    Sarah, This post was amazing! It is weird how 4 short days can change your life forever. Thanks for sharing.

  3. Donna November 16, 2013

    I have sponsored a child for 3 years & had the same opportunity. So in October, I was able to visit my sponsored child in Honduras. I had a similar experience as Sarah & she wrote it so beautifully. It’s hard for me to share what I experienced in the heart. This blog did it! I want all sponsors & others considering sponsoring a child to truly know they are making an impact! My daughter, who is 9, has now sponsored her own child. She is using her own money she has saved from her birthday & she wants to find ways to make money just so she can be a sponsor. I want to leave that impact on everyone!

  4. Christian November 15, 2013

    Wow. What a great post. I so much want to visit my kids. Lord willing I will.

  5. Vicki Small November 15, 2013

    You will be flying, riding and walking into a truly life-changing several days, Yvonne. You really will never be the same. And you will experience some culture shock, when you come back; for me, it first hit on my flight from Miami to Dallas-Fort Worth, after my first trip. I’m so glad you’re going!

  6. Linda Dindzans November 15, 2013

    Just back from Africa and you captured so well the dignity and faith of many of those in material poverty but spiritual , relational and cultural wealth.

  7. Garry November 14, 2013

    Great post Sarah. I sponsor in Guatemala, and felt the same way when I first visited in 2002. Almost everything you said could be my story, with different names. Freddy is a good looking guy.

  8. Emily November 14, 2013

    Beautifully written and brings back poignant memories from my trip to El Salvador where I also fell absolutely in love.

  9. Christine @ Glory to God November 14, 2013

    My, but you write it so beautifully. I feel as though I am there too, hearing and seeing and smelling and feeling what you did. May He use your words again and again to help new sponsors share in the joy that is these precious children!

  10. Sandi Darr November 14, 2013

    I am struggling to find words to describe how beautiful this is, Sarah. It is as if you saw into my soul and were able to express my innemost thoughts, while we loved and were loved – together in Nicaragua! May our Lord receive all the glory!!

  11. Yvonne Reynolds November 14, 2013

    This is just beautiful, hard to read without tears as I prepare for my first Compassion trip in just a few weeks.

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