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“God, is bigger than, the air I breathe, the world I’ll leave…”  As a Christian, I say it, pray it, read it and sing it. So, why does God’s faithfulness always comes as a jolting shockwave?

Kirk and I are child advocates for Compassion International and because of this, we have seen hundreds, if not thousands of child packets…children needing sponsors. When a child is sponsored, I’m certain I have witnessed a miracle–someone else’s miracle. After an event, there are usually leftover packets of children who did not get selected. We mail them back to Compassion.

A few years ago, there was one packet remaining after a small event. We were busy, and the packet did not get sent back to Compassion immediately. It sat on our kitchen counter for a few days. It was the packet of a teenage boy. Having raised four boys to adulthood, I decided to read the packet–just check it out–we had been moving it around on the counter–in and out of meals, mail and spills. I saw that he played a musical instrument, which is common in our family. Heartstring tug. I sponsored him. His name is Rodel. He lives in the Philippines. I’d never been to the Philippines, nor did I have any plans that involved the Philippines. That was about three years ago. In the past year, I have traveled to the Philippines three times. Each time, the focus of the trip was for something other than visiting Rodel. Each time–I have visited him.

We traveled with our church youth group on a summer mission trip…I met Rodel and his grandmother at a mall. They flew from their home on the island of Palawan. I found out his grandmother is raising other grandchildren, Rodel’s young cousins. I helped her purchase backpacks, shoes and clothing for the children. I found out Rodel plays guitar — and he plays quite well. Oh, so does one of my sons. I play piano. Tug the heartstring! We write to each other often. I send guitar picks. He ends each letter with this: “I hope you never get tired of me.”

Again, God lead us to the Philippines. This time at the invitation of two of our pastors, the purpose was two-fold: a pastor vision trip for Hawaiian pastors not familiar with how Compassion works to alleviate and eliminate poverty; and our church exploring the possibility of becoming involved in a Compassion church-to-church relationship. Without our church input, Compassion country director, Noel, selected a church on the island of Palawan. I was excited to be going to Palawan because I could see Rodel at his home and Compassion church, though this was not the purpose of the trip. We made the necessary arrangements to visit Rodel. The island is big by Hawaii standards. It was decided I would spend time with him at the end of the trip.

As part of our introduction to the possibility of a Compassion church-to-church relationship, we were visiting families being served by the church with whom we would later establish a relationship. It is a Compassion church. After visiting the first home, the leader pointed to a small hut and said “this is a typical nepa hut.” I noted it was a little nicer than the others, yet still in an area of absolute abject poverty. We all took photos of the typical hut and moved on to the next-door neighbor’s house, where I went inside–about five or ten feet away. After a few moments, I heard my husband and then others calling my name. The children in the “typical” hut we had passed were holding a photo book I had made and sent to Rodel…on the cover was a photo of me and Rodel from our first meeting. I had been brought right to Rodel’s doorstep. God put Rodel’s packet on my kitchen counter, and now he brought me right to his doorstep. I don’t care how deep or wide our faith, this is shockwave grace! 

I later learned from Rodel’s pastor, that the hut had been built with money from a simple family gift, after our first meeting. It seemed a small thing to do at the time. At the end of the trip, I spent the day at Rodel’s church, which was sponsoring a country-wide youth seminar titled “Forever Blessed.”  I met the pastors, staff and many of Rodel’s friends. There were 2,700 teenagers at the event. Our day also included chasing crabs on the beach, the park, board walk, a tour of Puerta Princessa, we saw his elementary school, high school, market place and the driver of the van was none other than Rodel’s father, with whom he was just beginning to establish a relationship. This visit ended in tears of joy and thanksgiving. I brought Rodel to meet our pastors, we prayed with him.

God continues to work in our life. My husband is a business man. It is his spiritual gift. God has made him many things beautiful and wonderful…business is at the forefront. By August 2010, he was working full-time at our church in a managerial position and as director of missions and outreach. Our third trip to the Philippines was the result of a deliberate stopover while en route to Thailand to meet mission partners as part of my husband’s new job. It gave us the opportunity to again meet with our church-to-church partner in Palawan, and yes…another visit with Rodel. The trip fell on his 18th birthday. We sang “Happy Birthday” to the teenage boy from the packet that was moved around on our kitchen counter. He has graduated from High School and is attending a hotel/restaurant management school. He gave us a tour of the school, showed us each classroom and was particularly fond of the view of the city from the upper level, where they eat lunch, fellowship, relax–he was peaceful, comfortable. His grandmother tells me he cooks most of their family meals and is a very good cook. We took him to a grocery store where he selected food for the family meals and a special one for his birthday. On this visit, Compassion staff commented on how much Rodel has changed. His friends have changed, how he spends his time has changed, his relationship with his family has changed…all for good. He plays lead guitar in the praise band and no longer feels compelled to move to Manila, leaving family, and church behind. He has dreams of being a great chef in Palawan and continuing to serve his church on the praise team.

On the van ride back, and in the privacy of his thoughts, I watched as Rodel practiced “air guitar,” his long, skilled fingers moving up and down the invisible frets…rehearsing for Sunday worship service.  “God, is bigger than, the air I breathe….”




I am blessed. Even when I think I am having difficulties or at my wits end, it is usually something that is, in fact, a blessing; a pile of dirty clothes, a messy house, a car that needs new tires, running low on groceries, dealing with healthy children and grandchildren, helping an aging parent. All these messy details are really blessings! But I wonder…am I glowing? With all these blessings, is the Light of the World glowing through me, or am I caught up in the messiness of the details with the dimmer switch on.

I was able to meet the LDP student that I sponsor, on the same day that I sponsored him, in the country where he lives. A blessing, I know! He is studying pharmacology in a country that desperately needs medicines and remedies for the many challenges in disease control. I had selected him just hours before meeting him. The word that best describes him is “glowing.” Everything about him is on fire: His heart for the world, his love for the LORD, his enthusiasm for his studies, and his dedication to friends, family and his church. I am among the very lucky recipients of his glowing love. His letters are beautiful. I can feel his heart…hear his words. Glowing!

Today, I made a birthday card and sent it to him. He will be 21 soon. I decided to look back at his Compassion paperwork and read each of his beautiful letters. With a childhood that would make you think of anything but blessings, here I am all welled-up, wiping away tears of joy and thinking how blessed I am to have him in my life. It takes my breath away. I thought I had all the love and family anyone could possibly ask for, but I can’t imagine the hole there must have been before God brought him into my life. He writes “Hi mom! Is everything all right? I hope so!” I wipe a tear and continue, “Pray for me to neither miss nor corrupt what God has ready for me.” Kleenex time. I may not be glowing, but he certainly is!

If you’re blessed and know it, consider sponsoring an LDP student…in fact, jump at the opportunity! It’s an investment that won’t depreciate or disappoint. It is an investment in the church of tomorrow. Keep it glowing!


As a Compassion child advocate, I am a bit of a nag when it comes to letter writing. I have been blessed with the opportunity to visit Compassion kids at their projects and in their homes, and if I could explain the profound effect and joy a letter can have on a child living in unimaginable poverty, it might make you cry. I have had children actually run home to get their sponsor’s letters to show me–letters from people just like you. With fast heartbeats and out of breath, they return to show me their wilted, well loved letters!

I have seen the letters that I have written to my Compassion child. She brought them with her on a 5-hour bus ride to meet me on a Compassion tour for child fun day. On another visit to my child’s home, the entire family knew where the letters were; treating them like an heirloom. I was, am, and will continue to be humbled by this — it seemed like such a simple thing to do. Really not much of a sacrifice by comparison. Do I dare say that writing to our Compassion child is as important as our sponsorship? You may be the first person to tell a child he or she is loved. You may be their first glimpse of Jesus. Your letter will be a treasure!

So, what about letter writing? What do we say, how do we say it? Compassion provides letterhead with each letter you receive and you can print their letterhead at  BUT…don’t be afraid to have fun!  Shake it up a little. As long as you include your child’s name and number and your  sponsor number on your letter or card, you can use your own stationary, invent some, build a memory for your child with fun paper and cards that you make. Make sure it doesn’t exceed 8.5″ X 11″ X 1/4″ and is a paper product. Other than that…don’t be afraid to get elbow deep in glue, colored paper and stickers! There is no wrong way to love a child in Jesus’ name. Make it fun for both of you! God created children to be lighthearted, open and hopeful. They are easily awestruck, as we too should be in our faith walk.

We hosted a Compassion letter writing night at our church and discovered we’ve all remembered quite well those Kindergarten skills we learned long ago. Some put a photo of their face on a palm tree or flower, others used glittery stickers spelling their child’s name…each letter unique and wonderful and so much fun to create and write!  Some put in simple Bible scripture, others simply said “I love you.” Some had never written to their sponsored children–ever. Others did rarely. Still others were new sponsors looking for tips. We showed Compassion’s tips, provided tons of art supplies for building fun letters and the Holy Spirit breathed. People who had feelings of guilt for not writing had that guilt replaced with joy. This is no small thing. “For where two or three come together in my name, there am I with them.” Mat 18:20  God will use every circumstance in our lives for His glory…even a gluey letter to a child.

For letter writing tips from some letter writing pros, go to and search for letter writing groups. Brothers and sisters in Christ sharing creativity ideas, websites and God’s love. Please…write to your child and don’t be afraid to make it fun!



I am often asked why I sponsor several children through Compassion International. My response is usually something like this:  “I can’t imagine my life without the beautiful children I sponsor being a part of it” (and really–I can’t). Then, I will go on with the details about each of them in the same way I do about my own children and grandchildren. I was re-reading a recent letter from one of my sponsored kids and something came to me–grabbed me, actually…this is the frosting. These beautiful children I sponsor, they are the frosting on the cake. There is something deeper going on…beneath the frosting. Oh, the frosting is the best part, of course, but there are layers beneath.

One million children sponsored. That’s a big “shiny” number. But, there is another big number beneath…the people who get up each and every day…living in conditions very much like those of our sponsored children…those who will be the hands that comfort, teach, heal and love our sponsored children at Compassion centers around the world. This is what lies beneath the frosting. Brothers and sisters in Christ working lovingly and tirelessly to release children from the many layers and levels of poverty. Our child sponsorships enable large numbers of people the opportunity to bless children each day…to be the hands and feet of Jesus for children who would otherwise not know how dearly they are loved by God. They are the foot soldiers…the ones in the trenches. They help our children write the letters we love to receive. They feed our precious children food for their bodies, food for their minds and food for their souls. I have recently paid more attention to the letters and have read the names of the translators and those helping our children communicate with us.  I try to write a sentence in my letters that will include them somehow…to let them know how very grateful I am that they are right there…working on behalf of my sponsored child.

We have been blessed with the opportunity to meet some of the children we sponsor. We’ve met their families, friends and have seen the communities and homes where they live. It has been a particular honor to meet the workers at the Compassion centers that our children attend and others that we have visited. If it has done nothing else, it has made me appreciate how easy it is to be a sponsor. $38 a month is not a huge sacrifice…one meal out, one article of clothing, a portion of a haircut in a women’s salon, one pedicure. I can’t look at the price of anything anymore without calculating how many children’s lives could be saved. If I can afford to be writing on this computer with a high-speed internet connection, I can afford to sponsor at least one child…and maybe one more. That’s what happens when we witness poverty firsthand. It changes the way we see the world. For those who are devoted to loving and caring for our sponsored children day in and day out…the ones in the trenches…it is not easy. It is truly a daily sacrifice. It is also a thing of great beauty. Someone once told me, “never deny someone the opportunity to be a blessing.” That is how I see sponsorship. Not only are we helping to release a child from debilitating poverty, and in many instances…saving that child’s life, we are enabling many others to be a blessing to that child. It is a new way to look at sponsorship. Remembering there are many layers beneath the frosting, but the frosting…well, its still the very best part!

Hands that feed over 200 children in rural El Salvador

Hands that feed over 200 children in rural El Salvador


photoThere is really nothing quite like wrapping your arms around a child that you have loved and cared for, whether it be our own children, grandchildren, nieces, nephews or a special child in our life. I have been richly blessed with many children in my life, an assortment of all the above.

On September 5th, we scheduled a trip to Uganda to meet an eight-year-old girl that I sponsor through Compassion International. I would be meeting her just a few days before her ninth birthday. She is beautiful and her letters are a joy that bring tears no matter how many times I read them. I feel unworthy of the grace that pours on me through her words of love and gratitude.

For the past 20 years, the “Lord’s Resistance Army (LRA) has kidnapped, enslaved, tortured and murdered tens of thousands of young children in northern Uganda, causing children to be “night commuters,” which means they had to walk many miles each night to hide from the soldiers of this terrorist group, who targeted children specifically. Over the past couple of years, the Ugandan Government has successfully put an end to this terrible practice that has affected two generations of Ugandan children. Left behind in this wake, are many parents (victims themselves) and children who have known nothing but fear and terror their entire lives. In addition to food, health care, an education and Christian teaching, Compassion projects in the northern part of Uganda are providing loving Christian counseling and self-esteem building programs for these children and parents who have known nothing but violence.

In Caroline’s family there are fifteen children. Not all brothers and sisters, but a combined family of sisters, brothers, cousins and aunts. Grandpa is the head of the household…the glue that holds the family together, though many were likely scattered and lost. The large family lives on the equivalent of $9 US dollars a month.

Our four large overstuffed bags were packed, mostly with practical items for Caroline and her family. Our intent was to leave all the luggage and even our own clothing with her family, returning with just an overnight bag of absolute necessities. God has richly blessed us with more than enough. Brothers and sisters in Christ had been praying for our safety, health and travel mercies for months.

Four days prior to our departure, I became quite ill with a fever and cough. Many prayed that I would be healed. Our loving pastor prayed with me on the phone. The day before our scheduled trip, my condition worsened and my doctor advised me that I could not travel to Africa. Heartbroken and empty does not adequately describe how I felt. How could God do this to me and to little Caroline, who had already been told I was coming to visit. Why was this happening? Why had God not listened to my prayers and those of my prayer warriors?

I had lost my focus. My plans are not God’s plans. I had taken over the controls of a ship without knowing its course.

The night before our small group departed for Uganda, I received an email and a telephone call from a dear friend who was going on the trip. She had been shopping near the San Francisco airport for our dear little Caroline and her family. She detailed the items with excitment. She told me she would be there to love Caroline in my place, along with the others on the trip. “Don’t worry, I will make sure that Caroline knows she is loved.”  At a layover in Minneapolis, my dear friend, Nancy, walked into a souvenir shop to see if there was anything for my special little girl and right before her eyes there was a puzzle made of African animals with the name “Caroline” spelled into it. She sent me an email from the airport. “We have an AMAZING God!”  We do, indeed.

Others on the trip took items they had intended to give to their sponsored children to complete Caroline’s items. Some had extra clothing, toiletries, toys, school supplies and a duffle bag. I started receiving emails from others on the trip detailing the items for Caroline. Strangers, people I had never met were comforting me and preparing to love Caroline in my place and they were praying for my health. Rarely, do we get to feel God’s presence and blessings with such overwhelming clarity. I felt complete peace and calm. God had taken the controls from me.

On September 10th, violence between tribal factions broke out in the streets of Kampala, Uganda, the capitol city, where the group was staying. The group had been helping build a structure for a new Compassion center, but was unable to return to the hotel as all roads were blocked. The Compassion country staff found safety for the group at a Compassion church orphanage. The group spent the night on triple-decked bunks covered with mosquito nets right there with many orphans, who I am sure were delighted. At dawn on September 11th, the group bus made its way into Kampala amid the smoke, broken glass and debris, where they collected their suitcases and were immediately transported to a hotel on the banks of Lake Victoria, about two miles from the Entebbe airport and quite a distance from Kampala. The violence continued and the Compassion group leader and country staff determined the conditions were unsafe for both the group and for travel by any of the Compassion children. No one on the trip was to meet the Compassion child they sponsor, though the items were stored at the country office and would be taken to each child, my little Caroline included. Compassion arranged for early departures and with broken plans and broken hearts, the group left Uganda many days prior to the original departure date.

Our dear friends continued to keep us informed several times a day, until they boarded their flights, each now safely returned to their homes and family. I receive regular emails and links to photos of days spent in Uganda. They loved the people and the country.

I have recovered nicely in the comfort of my home and by God’s unceasing grace, many Compassion children and their families, friends and communities, were not infected by this virus. Many having no access to medical care. An entire orphanage could have been infected. My travel partners and many others I may have come into contact with would have been at risk, but this did not happen. God’s tender mercies to His beloved.

To date just four cases of the virus are reported in Uganda, all in the same family, who had just returned from Asia. They were quarantined to their home and have since recovered. No other cases have been reported. I do not know God’s plan for Bonnie Bear and the over-stuffed suitcases, but I know He has a plan far better than anything I can imagine.

Thank you for your prayers, they were answered.


The Road to Diana Rose
On Sunday, a lovely teenage girl from our church gave one of the most beautiful testimonials about God among us that I have ever heard.  Not because she was polished, rehearsed or educated in theology. But, because the words she used glowed from her heart. She was absolutely radiant with the Spirit!

Last week, Susanna traveled to the Philippines on a Compassion International youth mission trip.  The mission focused on just one Compassion center, located in an old, run-down church building in the middle of one of the poorest and congested areas of Manila. The mission was to help refurbish the Compassion church, which serves over 300 children;  the tools–teenage muscle. The Compassion church had been praying for just such a mission for over twenty years. Their prayers had finally been answered. Our church youth joined together with Compassion sponsored youth and their families for almost a full week of exhausting labor in the sweltering August heat.

Every afternoon, the youth from our church would break into two groups, each visiting the home of one of the children they had met and worked with at the Compassion center. There was much excitement about traveling to the homes in motorcycles with side-cars; a special treat for teenagers. For Susanna, that excitement was quickly replaced by the reality of the moment, when she arrived at the entrance to a narrow alley that meandered through a crowded slum leading to the home of one of her new friends. It is not easy to witness true poverty with sights we have never seen, smells we have never smelled and living conditions we can’t have imagined in our worst nightmares. Fearfully, Susanna marched with the nervous group towards the home of a teenage girl, who was about her same age. Susanna quietly prayed that God would give her strength to overcome her fears and anxiety. Her stomach churned as she stepped through puddles of garbage, sewage and ducked to avoid damp clothing hanging on lines above the narrow thoroughfare. As she prayed, she felt a warm hand gently grip hers, immediately giving her comfort and alleviating her fears.  It was the hand of Diana Rose, the teenage girl whose home they would visit. The two held hands as they walked through the maze of poverty in silent understanding–joined by the Spirit. Diana Rose introduced the group to her sister, grandmother, nephew and other family members. Diana Rose, in her crisp, clean school uniform, was elegant, dignified and poised; a direct contrast to her surroundings.

God sends His vessels of love and mercy in many shapes and forms. For a small, run-down church in an impoverished neighborhood in the Philippines, it was an energetic group of teenagers.  For Susanna, it was the hand of Diana Rose.


ET 139 Kids

Children are powerful!  What is the very first thing that happened when you saw this photo?  I know the answer. You smiled!  You received a little extra light…maybe just the right amount to get you through your day.  You felt their joy and that is significant.

My husband and I arranged an individual visit to meet our sponsored child in Alaba, Ethiopia. This was our reception–a photo my husband clicked as we opened the van door at ET 139. It was truly amazing to see what God is doing through the work of Compassion to transform so many lives in one of the poorest areas in the world…and He is doing it through children!

Chances are, you live in a home with running water and electricity. You probably have food in the fridge and cupboards full of goodies.  Not these kids.  These are the children of ET 139, a Compassion child development center located in Alaba, southern Ethiopia. Food and water are scarce for hours in any direction; cars even more scarce. Struggling to eat one meal a day, few can afford horse or donkey carts, which are as common as dust in the small villages that make their mark on the edge of the Rift Valley.  Most of the residents in this community walk to get where they need to go, carrying what they need on their backs, their heads, their shoulders, their arms, their hands or an assortment thereof. The elderly and toddlers are not exempt. In Alaba Town the streets and small highway are thick with people walking in all directions. Everyone has something to do.  Survive.  And, it is not easy.  Small mud shacks are home to most of the community, which offer some relief from the extreme afternoon heat, and will provide some shelter from the relentless rains that begin in July and last for two or three months. The three young girls in our sponsored child’s family sleep on the dirt floor of their tiny mud shack, grateful to finally have a roof over their heads. Their humble home is about 9 X 12. I’m guessing the family of five’s total possessions would fit in a small laundry basket. By late afternoon, the community is on the move…water and maybe some food for dinner, but not always.  Water is essential, two meals a day a luxury, three meals a miracle.  The price of grain has tripled in eighteen months. Adults work as day laborers, when there is work, which isn’t often. Families in the Alaba area are living on about $8 a month. With literacy rates well below the Ethiopian national average of 50%, there are few small businesses. A cycle of poverty that seems tragic, unbreakable, insurmountable, except for this…nothing is impossible for God.

Take another look at those smiles. Does despair come to mind?  Not to these kids!  Children are not designed for hopelessness or despair. Children are a perfect example of our very best traits and characteristics.  They are humble, loving, helpful, and most importantly, hopeful. Jesus SO loved the nature of children and knew their importance in the Kingdom. Children can have an amazing impact on their families and in their communities. When taught to read and write, they enthusiastically teach their families. When taught how to get healthy and stay healthy, they teach their family, friends and neighbors. They can’t contain what they’ve learned…because they’re kids! Children at Compassion centers around the world are being educated in all areas of life–physical, spiritual, social and economic. They are learning to read and write and they are learning about the love and hope found only in Jesus Christ.  ET 139 is no exception.  Can you imagine what it is like when these 254 joyous children leave the gates of the Compassion center each afternoon?  How this impoverished community must look forward to this en masse barrage of laughter, love, joy, knowledge and hope!  With big dreams in their hearts, these children are not only the future leaders of their communities and their country, they ARE the Salt and the Light of today.

We are called to care for the poor so very many times in the Bible. Matthew 25:40 may be the most familiar ‘I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.’ But, if we read on to verses 45-46, the consequences of NOT helping the poor are fact, very severe. If we call ourselves Believers, we must heed this advice. Not out of guilt, but because these are God’s words to us. “…’I tell you the truth, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.  Then they will go away to eternal punishment, but the righteous to eternal life.”

It all starts with an action. Sponsor a child. If God places it in your heart, sponsor another child. Your sponsorship and encouragement through letters and pictures will help your child become The Salt and The Light in a broken and hurting world…one child at a time.  Sponsor a child online through Compassion's Christian child sponsorship ministry. Search for a child by age, gender, country, birthday, special needs and more.


We are going on a long trip, which includes three weeks in Ethiopia with Compassion.  The highlight will surely be traveling to each of our sponsored children’s projects and homes.  At last, wrapping our arms around these precious gifts from God–the beautiful children we sponsor.  

As I sit in the middle of all this “stuff,” and worry about the details of getting ourselves and this stuff to Ethiopia, I wonder…can I really prepare?  I remember a particularly meaningful verse written by John Lennon, “life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.”  I sit back and listen to the song…the entire song–written for his young son.  I believe all things done from the heart to honor children are of God. I haven’t listened to this song for at least a decade, maybe longer.  “Beautiful Boy.”  This respite…it is no accident.  God has put me back into this very moment–the here and now. Instead of worrying about each detail and what may go right or wrong, I should rejoice in these precious moments. Shopping for T shirts, soap and toothbrushes…an honor, privilege and joy.  The worry about vaccines and visas…they’re done.  Wasted moments.

I wonder…When is the last time I prepared and life actually went according to my plans?  Hmmmm…maybe never or should I say gratefully never.  I am usually surprised by how well things work out in spite of my plans.  Instead of tackling this itinerary and packing project like an out-of-control fire, I will try to savor each and every moment as a gift and give thanks to the One who is The Giver of all.  I can’t really prepare for the future, because I don’t know the future.  What I can do is prepare my heart.

Now I wonder…which one do you think, Lord?  The pink or the purple backpack for Belaynesh?   heart_5152


Children “…they die quietly in some of the poorest villages on earth, far removed from the scrutiny and the conscience of the world.  Being meek and weak in life makes these dying multitudes even more invisible in death.”

Sometimes…Compassion steps in. A young mother and her beautiful daughter in the kitchen of their humble home–in an area of El Salvador that knew nothing but war for more than a decade.  These beautiful young ladies are the indirect beneficiaries of Compassion International’s global ministry.  Her cousins attend a Compassion project, where they learn about health, basic hygiene and how to keep from getting sick. Simple remedies:  brushing teeth, washing hands, boiling water, wearing mosquito repellent.  They learn to read and write and teach their family.  They glow with the love that is Jesus. She has learned much from her young cousins and now attends church with them each Sunday.  In fact, the entire extended family has become involved in their local church…a Compassion church.  They say for each child sponsored, twelve lives will be transformed…when Compassion steps in.  To reach this family, we traveled by bus on gravel roads, walked across a rope and wood foot-bridge, hiked another quarter of a mile or so up the side of a hill.  The family lives in a community of people who moved to this remote location in an attempt to escape the ravages of war.  It wasn’t easy then or now…but Compassion stepped in.

Her cousins have not met their sponsors…I wish I could tell them and show them what a difference they are making in the lives of their sponsored children, their family, the community, and how very far $32 a month can go. Please sponsor a child today and watch the miracle grow…when Compassion steps in.



I’m not big on statistics. First, they are moving targets. Second, there are too many to remember! The few that I can remember or recite have to do with the number of children in my family or numbers that have shocked or saddened me. Here…I’ll give it a try. We have four children, five grandchildren, eleven nieces and nephews and one on the way.  On the other side of my statistical memory spectrum are these:  Each day 30 Thousand children die from preventable causes. Around the world 91 Million children under the age of five are growing up with debilitating hunger.  Every 14 Seconds a child is orphaned by AIDS.  Every 3 Seconds a child dies from AIDS or the ravages of poverty. 134 Million children have no access to any school whatsoever. One Million children are forced into the commercial sex trade every year.  

These numbers get my attention and break my heart.  But, they are SUCH BIG NUMBERS–they boggle my brain!  I can easily wrap my arms around the number of children in my family.  But, the problem of children in poverty…Oh, I can’t comprehend those numbers.  The problem seems so insurmountable…hopeless.  Blessed as I am, those numbers almost forced me into complete inactivity because I can’t solve that big of a problem!

Here is my favorite number:  1…you got it; ONE.  I can imagine one problem and one solution.  If there was only one child in the entire world, who was sick, starving, orphaned by AIDS or needing an education,  I could certainly help save the life of that one child.  I think each of us would try to save that child–if there were only one child on earth who needed our help.  We can grasp that number.  We like the number ONE.  

I have some very good news about the number one.  For over fifty years, Compassion International has been releasing children from extreme poverty in Jesus’ name, ONE child at a time.  Here is how it works; ONE child, ONE sponsor.  Not one village…not one community…not even one family.  Just one child. One child with one name.  We can remember just one name.  One child who will write to us, encourage us…pray for us.  We can encourage, write and pray for one child. We can save the life of just ONE child.  Would you save the life of the little girl in the photo above?  I did–many years ago. I have seen the work of Compassion.  I have visited my Compassion child.  I know this works!  The cycle of poverty has ended for this precious little ONE.

Join me.  Let’s all become superheroes with the power and strength of ONE. Releasing children from poverty in Jesus’ name…ONE child at a time. To save the life of one child, click below. Its so easy…you need only click once. There is one beautiful child waiting just for you.

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