Posted Feb 6, 2014 by Myquillyn Smith
I’m home now.
The last time I traveled with Compassion I had a question from one brave reader that all of us, including me, were wondering about. It went something like this…
How in the world can you come back from all that you’ve just seen, children living in one room, mother’s doing everything to make ends meet, people living in poverty… how in the WORLD do you come back and write about something as trivial as house stuff?
It’s a great question. How dare I come back and write about crafts and fixing up my kitchen that is already more finished than 100% of any kitchen we saw on our trip? How can I not completely change what I write about and turn this blog into one big child advocate blog that only talks about the truth that is and people that are hurting?
I dare to come home and continue this relationship with you, to pick up where we left off. Because THIS is one of the very few things I’m good at.
I write about how to create a home within this great big world that we live in. And I’m going to continue to write about how to create a home in this great big world we live in. But now, you and I know a little more truth about this world and I hope that truth will impact what I write about and seep into the everyday seemingly unimportant decisions that I make about everything. I know it seeps into you too.
We are all in this together.
Going to Uganda doesn’t make me want to stop writing about home.
It makes me want to do it better.
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Posted Feb 6, 2014 by Emily Freeman
This morning on my second full day back from Uganda, I sit in my living room alone, gray sky overhead. I shower, dress, put on my shoes.
I call my sister to ask her what I should do today. I needed a little recalibration, a reminder how to be a person in my own life.
We talk for only about 10 minutes and she reminds me of things I need to remember. We speak of Rose who fights for everything she has. If she had more, she would give more. I think of all I have and I don’t feel guilty about it. At least not right now.
I have much and I feel thankful because the much I have can be turned into enough for others.
Richmond is right, we are all under the same sky. But we are not the same. We are all human with the need for love, worth, acceptance, and security. But we are different because while some of us are full, others are hungry. While some of us are safe, others are unsafe. While some of us have choices, others have no choice.
What can we do for those who are hungry, unsafe, and without choice?
Continue reading at Chatting At The Sky »
Posted Feb 6, 2014 by Joy Wilson
So I made some beautiful baked doughnuts a few weeks ago.
I took pictures of the process. Step-by-step. You know how it works around here.
I dipped them in chocolate, I drizzled them with extra colored sprinkles, then I packed up my bags and headed to Uganda.
I had every intention of blogging about those doughnuts somewhere in between telling you stories about the people I met in Uganda and sleep.
There were a lot of stories to tell. More stories that I had words to describe. There was that afternoon fetching water with Kevin and her family. There was the afternoon in the Katwe slum with Hajarah, her mother, and hundreds of other little children clamouring for attention. Stories of poverty and need, sure… but mostly stories of compassion and hope.
But doughnuts? How do I talk about doughnuts? How dare I talk about doughnuts? Who cares about doughnuts ever again ever?!
I’ve been wrestling. There’s the jet lag, the memories of the beautiful people I met, the mosquito bites, the malaria pills, the suitcase filled with coffee, dirty clothes, and red dirt. There’s a sincere hope I’m holding on to…. and then these doughnuts.
Let me break it down. Consider this a public processing.
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Posted Jan 31, 2014 by Jeff Goins
n high school, I had a teacher, Mrs. Kuntz, who was so tough on her students that we all feared failing her class. Never before had I worried so much about earning a passing grade, but her high standards made me wonder if I had what it took.
At the end of the semester, I wrote a book report and had to pull an all-nighter to finish it. The next day, I turned it in.
When she returned the marked-up version, my heart dropped into my stomach as I saw all the red marks. Furiously flipping through 15 paper-clipped pages, I arrived at the last one. There it was in bold, red ink:
The teacher who rarely gave out good grades and never offered empty praise gave me something special, something I was sure the other students didn’t get. And below the grade was a note:
You have a gift. Please consider a career as a journalist or professional writer.
Nobody had ever said anything like that to me. I still have the paper today. Words like that, affirming words from mentors and teachers and even strangers, make us into the people we become.
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Posted Jan 31, 2014 by Shaun Groves
They call him Pastor Amon. He’s 13 years old and the “spiritual leader” at Compassion child development center UG561 in the heart of the Katwe slum in Kampala, Uganda.
Today this pint-sized preacher stepped on stage to say thank you. And I so wished you were there.
Because he wasn’t thanking a handful of bloggers who came to visit for a couple days.
He was thanking those of you who chose to sponsor children from Uganda this week. He’s thankful for the 252 people who have sponsored children at this center for years.
He’s thankful for the many thousands of you who have sponsored children at my concerts and speaking engagements over the last ten years (unbelievable generosity!).
He’s thankful for every one of the roughly 1.4 million Compassion sponsors around the world.
Continue reading at ShaunGroves.com »
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