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This morning I was one proud Mama watching my little pilgrim sing her heart out at her preschool Thanksgiving celebration. I have to admit, I was holding my breath a little as the class filed in. I couldn't be completely sure she wouldn't lay down in the aisle, break into her own interpretative song and dance, or whatever else struck her fun and feisty 3-year-old fancy. But she, and the rest her fellow Plymouth Rockers, coulnd't have been cuter. There's nothing like a chorus of 3-year-old voices to remind us, "God is so good. He's so good to me!"
Wishing you a wonderful Thanksgiving as we count our many blessings!
I've wanted to be a mom since before I could tie my shoes, reach the bathroom sink without a stool, or pour my own cereal. And long before our Amazing Grace made it official, my former big-haired, bespectacled self filled my weekend nights with babysitting gigs, which I loved even more than new episodes of "Family Ties." (Moreso if the parents had remembered to leave me some carb-filled, sugary snack.)
Flash forward to 1997. The hair was smaller and I lost the glasses, but I still had a heart for kids. And Amy Grant music. And it was at one of her concerts that I heard about Compassion International. In their words it's, "a Christian child advocacy ministry that releases children from spiritual, economic, social and physical poverty and enables them to become responsible, fulfilled Christian adults."
After seeing clips of some of the Compassion kids and hearing Amy's personal appeal, I signed right up. And before I knew it, I was happy to declare, "It's a girl." I'd been paired with a sponsor child in India. Ten years later, I've watched Saumini grow from a serious-looking child with huge eyes, to a lovely young woman.
Admittedly, in the beginning I had my doubts--wondering if the picture I received wasn't just some little girl in a sari posing in front of a wall in Detroit. But over the years, her letters and pictures have proven otherwise.
My part has been seemingly small--a monthly donation, occasional correspondence and prayers for my Indian "daughter." Is it really making a difference? Why not read for yourself as a handful of beloved bloggers report their firsthand experiences during a Compassion trip to Ecuador this week. You can read about their journeys at: http://compassionbloggers.com/.
Who knows, you might find yourself passing out the proverbial cigars soon too!
