Friday, November 29, 2024

Estefani & Our Heart Adoption

If you’ve known me for any length of time, you’ve probably heard me talk about Estefani.  I've removed and edited several of my older posts for her privacy; but I wanted to share a short version of what God has done over the years with this sweet girl and what a gift she is.  Truly, these words barely scratch the surface of all we’ve been through together.  Still, I hope they are enough to introduce you to my daughter and how deeply she is loved.

Estefani started as my sponsored child in 2014 when she was 7 years old.  Child sponsorship usually means providing financial support towards education and offering offering discipleship/mentorship through letters for a child who already has a family and just needs the extra support.  




Photo from our first visit

When I learned during a visit that both of Estefani’s parents were deceased and her kinship home was not stable, some friends and I enlisted professionals to try to support them.  When those efforts were seeming unsuccessful, I looked into adoption.  This was a long and complicated journey which lasted several years and provided very few options.  Still, during this time, we shared many visits and precious moments together, including Christmas and birthday celebrations.


Estefani’s 9th Birthday, 2015

Christmas 2015


Christmas 2015 with my childhood doll


Estefani’s 11th birthday, 2017


Christmas 2019

Christmas 2019



   Estefani’s quinceañera (15th birthday) at the Hilton Princess, 2021

Estefani’s quinceañera, 2021


Adoption didn't end up happening, for many reasons including legal restrictions and changes within Estefani’s biological family.  Thankfully, her relatives who she stayed with were thrilled to allow me to come alongside the family and continue to support her.  By the time this was decided, I was already several years into parenting as much as possible from a distance.  That was a commitment I wasn’t willing to break.  For this reason, in my heart, Estefani will always be my daughter.  I’m so thankfushe was able to grow up in her culture with her relatives, while knowing I will ALWAYS love her as my own.  

This year in 2024, Estefani turned 18 years old.  Shortly before her 18th birthday, I was shocked to receive a message telling me she had moved here to the US to stay with one of her relatives!  10 years after I originally tried to bring her here, Estefani and I were living in the same country!  It’s the best of both worlds, where she can be near both me and her biological family.  Now she can visit all the places I’ve written to her about, meet our family and friends, and share even more milestone moments together.  This very well may be my last formal blog post about Estefani, because this is now less of a story to tell and more just our daily life.  But for any of you who know me personally, I’m sure you’ll continue to see her on my private social media from time to time.  




Thursday, March 7, 2024

Adiany and Emely


At the start of the 2020 pandemic while we were all completely quarantined, some friends and I were looking through the photos of newly registered children in the sponsorship program.  We decided to do something meaningful during such a weird time and each chose a new child to sponsor.  I was captivated by Adiany's sweet smile, and I quickly chose her.  

Adiany’s original profile photo


It honestly felt more impulsive than holy at the time.  Not because of Adiany of course, but simply because I hadn’t put much thought and prayer into it ahead of time.  Still, I prayed for God to use it; and I soon learned just how perfect of a match we really were.

From Adiany's very first letter, I knew she was a remarkable little girl with so much depth and so many things to say.  At just 11 years old, she was already inviting me to come to her 15th birthday party.   When she shared a bible verse with me and I responded telling her that the verse helped me during a difficult time, she responded wanting to know details of why it was difficult.  She used letters as a place to pour out her heart about trouble with friends, how she copes through music, how she was excelling in school, and how much she loves her little nephew.  Much like me in my teen years, she clearly found comfort in fixating on her favorite celebrities and confiding in older mentors.  From the start of our relationship, I understood Adiany better than I understand most people.


With the first backpack I sent her


In November 2022, I was finally able to meet Adiany in person, along with her younger sister Emely.  We had a great day playing with the program director’s pets, visiting the botanical gardens and cafe, and going out for lunch.  



With Adiany and Emely (right) & 2 of my other girls (left)


In person, Adiany was very quiet and reserved.  Also much like me, I learned that she expresses herself easier through writing when she has time to think about what to say.  I wrote her a letter shortly after our visit and assured her that I am this way too.

Soon after our visit, her younger sister Emely who had been on our visit lost her sponsor.  Knowing how close these girls are, I knew I had to sponsor her too.

In December 2023, I was able to return to visit Adiany and Emely again.  Completely different than the year before, this time the girls had warmed up to me and were extremely outgoing.  It was so fun to watch them sing and joke together, mimic their favorite cartoons, ask me to take selfies with them, and drag me (and our whole group) around town to show me their favorite places such as a library, soccer field, and historical fortress.





I never get tired of the ways God writes our stories and weaves us into each other’s lives so seamlessly.  Adiany and Emely fit so perfectly, and I can’t wait to see how our bonds continue to strengthen in the future.


Wednesday, November 8, 2023

Hiliany and Saudy

An Omer of Manna started as a memoir of God's goodness as He multiplied by ministry through child sponsorship.  When I started this blog in 2013, I sponsored just 2 girls.  Since then, I have been immeasurably blessed to sponsor a total of 28 children in Central and South America. I don't currently sponsor this many, as some have since graduated or moved away; but I stay in contact with as many of them as I've been able to find.  


There are a few children whose sponsorship stories I haven't shared yet, mainly because while our stories are beautiful to me, they don't have some miraculous background.  Most of them are simply, "I saw her and loved her, so I sponsored her."  God has done some great things with these sponsorships, but the journeys to get there didn’t seem long enough for their own posts.  But, in order to have memories of all of my sponsored children in one place, I want to go back over the next few weeks and document them.

 


With Hiliany (left) and Saudy (center)


These precious girls are Hiliany and Saudy.  


I've adored Hiliany ever since she was first registered into the sponsorship program in 2017.  In addition to being absolutely adorable, with her curly hair and fun personality, she had a similar background to one of my other sponsored girls who I am especially close to.  I knew we'd connect.  For the first couple of years, she had a consistent sponsor who had even visited, so I never expected to have the chance.  While I still thought she was precious, I was glad she was being taken care of. 

But in December 2019, I learned that Hiliany needed a new sponsor and I said yes instantly.  Just days after becoming Hiliany’s sponsor, I got to visit her in Honduras.  Along on the visit was her younger cousin, Saudy, who she lives with. I met the girls at a local café.  The second Saudy walked up to me in her Disney Princess letterman jacket holding a latte and asked, "So, what do you like to do in your free time?", I was in love.  Saudy had a sponsor at the time, but hadn't received letters.  




Our visit was a fun day of exploring the national park, going out for pizza, and taking Christmas photos.  Visiting your sponsored child gives you such precious information that you may never learn through letters.  For example, I learned that the girls love animals and Disney princesses, but despise pepperoni.





For the next year after our visit, any time I sent a letter or gift to Hiliany, I included something for Saudy.  One day, I was at work when I opened my phone to find dozens of messages from my group chat with two friends who were also sponsors.  Reading through the messages, I learned that Saudy had appeared on the "waiting for sponsors" page of the website after her sponsor had cancelled.  Knowing I wanted to sponsor her, and not being able to get ahold of me, my friends had sponsored Saudy to save her for me.  We soon got her sponsorship transferred over to my account.


Through exchanging letters with the girls, I learned so much about their unique personalities.  Hiliany is quiet but passionate.  She has many dreams including being a welder and a nail stylist.  She loves very deeply.  Saudy is very outgoing.  She loves her friends and being surrounded by others.  She enjoys video games and making jewelry.  She even started her own business making and selling jewelry and saved up enough money to buy herself a bike.  It has been so fun to choose gifts for them that encourage these dreams and interests.


In 2022, I got to visit the girls again.  I also got to throw a quinceañera (15th birthday) for Hiliany.




Hiliany & Saudy (left) with two of my other girls (right)


I hadn't shared our story sooner because there is no big profound background to how I was led to them.  Basically, I saw them and loved them, and God in His goodness entrusted them to me.  Yet, we've grown so close that I want to share our story.  God willing, I will be visiting Hiliany and Saudy again in just under a month.  I truly can't wait.

Tuesday, October 31, 2023

Sponsored Child Updates (2023)

Over the years, I’ve shared the stories of many of my sponsored children- how I was led to be their sponsor, highlights from our visits, and how God has worked in their lives.  Now it’s time for some updates on these children from the past few years!

Through great determination, Melania graduated from high school in 2020 at age 21 by completing 3 years in 1.  I was able to send her a backpack of the supplies she needed to attend, and she paid the small tuition for the 3-in-1 program herself by working at a local grocery store.  After high school, she joined the Honduran military where she is now serving.





Her cousin Irma is also serving in the Honduran military.  This is a good job that pays well and provides further educational opportunities.  I am so proud of her.




Friends and family have helped me raise funds to keep Aura and Sulmi in school, something their family was unable to do after elementary school, despite trying very hard.  They are both currently finishing 7th grade and have dreams of continuing through graduation.






Yessenia completed school through 6th grade before leaving to work.  In the western world, most would see this as the bare minimum rather than an accomplishment.  For Yessenia, it is five grades farther than anyone else in her family has ever gotten.  It means she can read, write, and do math- things that will give her many job opportunities.  Even seemingly simple jobs such as cashier and waitress require math and writing.  This also means Yessenia can read the bible.  Which brings me to her biggest accomplishment- Yessenia accepted Jesus as her Savior and was baptized!  She now has a child of her own who will be raised to know Christ.  I continue to sponsor Yessenia’s younger sister, Floridalma; so we are able to stay in contact through her.





Sisters Carmen and Kendi were such joys to sponsor for several years.  Their enthusiasm, love, and gratitude for everyone and everything is like nothing I’ve ever seen before.  Their several-page-long letters to not only me but all of my friends and family never fail to bring me to tears.  Carmen was the first child to ever give me a Mother’s Day card.  Carmen and Kendi, currently 19 and 23, are now both married and each have children of their own!  We are still in contact through letters.  They are as amazing and passionate as ever.  I know they will be great mothers.  This photo below shows Carmen (purple shirt), Kendi (orange shirt), and I in 2018 with Kendi's first son, Axel.  Four years later in 2022, Kendi had her 2nd baby and Carmen had her 1st.




Paola is as sweet as ever and is celebrating her quinceañera this week!  She is thriving in high school and plans to graduate in a couple of years.  She is currently very interested in poetry.  I will be visiting her for a late quinceañera celebration in December!  





Amy is a year ahead in school and has been learning to crochet on the side for income.  I also now write to her little sister Cristel who is just the sweetest thing ever.




In 2018, I briefly sponsored a sweet girl in Brazil named Beatriz.  She was only about 5 years younger than me and we ended up being friends.  She was very talkative and had so many fun things to say in her letters.  We shared a love for food and sent recipes back and forth.  The relationship was short and I haven't yet been able to locate her after graduation, but I still think about her and pray for her often.  Our relationship was so short that I didn’t even get to make a whole post about her before the sponsorship ended, so I wanted to include her here so I can have memories of all of my kids somewhere within this blog.



To prevent other sponsors from getting discouraged along the way, I want to remind you that these stories are the highlights.  Not all of my sponsorship stories have been easy.  Out of the 28 children I’ve sponsored over the years, 9 have dropped out of school before graduation.  At least two (not the ones mentioned in this post) have gotten into minor legal trouble and other dangerous situations.  This is not about perfection or about all the good I have done.  It is about pointing children to the redeeming love of God who sustains them and makes them resilient…and how He sometimes uses the unconditional love of their very imperfect sponsor as a tool to do so.


Wednesday, December 8, 2021

The Valley of Dry Bones







 "The hand of the LORD was upon me, and He brought me out by the Spirit of the LORD and set me down in the middle of the valley; and it was full of bones.  He caused me to pass among them round about, and behold, there were very many on the surface of the valley; and lo, they were very dry.  He said to me, 'Son of man, can these bones live?' And I answered, 'O Lord GOD, You know.'  Again He said to me, 'Prophesy over these bones and say to them, 'O dry bones, hear the word of the LORD.'  Thus says the Lord GOD to these bones, 'Behold, I will cause breath to enter you that you may come to life." -Ezekiel 37:15, emphasis mine

This land is dry.  Desolate.  Dead.  Not even grass grows here.  Nothing more than brown hills and valleys caked in mud and covered with shriveled up weeds.  You would never guess it, but this dry and desolate land was once a place of beauty.  This land was once a lake.  When I was little and up through high school, my mom used to take me to this lake.  I used to stand on this very dock and look out at this very scenery.  Only, back then, the sun would glisten off of the water.  Waves would crash and ducks would float past.  This is where I used to hula hoop and cartwheel and splash in the shallow water.  Even on days when it was too cold to play outside, we would drive up to the lake, park our car facing the water, and peer out over it as we read or listened to the radio or simply took in the scenery.


At the lake around age 16


I went looking for this lake several years later while on a hunt for a tranquil place to read and pray.  Instead of a place of beauty, I found a dry land.   I found valleys, brown hills, weeds, and mud.  The land itself was barricaded by a metal guard rail.  I climbed over and down into the now-empty hole.  The dock was still there and everything.  Stepping out, I glanced over this horribly blank canvas. 


I later learned the lake had been drained because it was at risk of flooding a nearby town.  I re-discovered this land at age 22 during a season in my life that was, indeed, dry.   I was between jobs, my sister had passed away, I had recently ended a dating relationship, and I was battling a mystery illness that to this day has never been explained (but is now healed).  My child sponsorship ministry was the only thing that still seemed fruitful in my life, but even that had become somewhat of an unknown, as my travel had been put on a brief hold due to finances and health.  When I looked out at this dry land, I remembered Ezekiel speaking to the emptiness.  I remembered the ruach- the breath of God that filled in the emptiness and brought it back to life.  Life at this time was a blank canvas.  Any time I felt empty, I would return to this place and pray for God to breathe life.  And oh did He!

When you are in a season that seems dead or too far gone, especially a situation that is too big to fix on your own, remember the dry land.  Pray for God's ruach to breathe life over the situation that seems hopeless and watch the dead bones rise!

Tuesday, October 5, 2021

The White Savior Complex

It has been 8 years since I first stepped foot on Honduran soil.  19-year-old me boldly stepped out, naïve but truly led by God, to reach people who I thought were in need of my love.  And some of them were.  There are people everywhere who need to be shown love, and God has definitely led me to some of those people during my visits to Central America.  Yet, I also quickly learned that Hondurans have a love of their own to give.  Mark 16:15 says to go into all the world and make disciples, so we know it's good to travel for ministry, but with the right motives.  I have now been to Honduras ten times and Guatemala once.  The way I view the world has changed greatly over the years, especially the last year, and it's time to talk about it.


This is a compilation of all of my current thoughts about white saviorism.  That is, white Americans and other people of privilege acting like they are saving the world through fairly small acts that sometimes do more harm than good.  This post is everything I see on both sides.  The purpose is to help you process similar thoughts in your own life and ministry and to give us a place to talk about it as we strive to do better.  People of all races and backgrounds, please feel free to comment on this post or contact me privately.  I am a 27 year old white female in America who definitely doesn’t have it all figured out; but I’d like to use this post to start the conversation and explain why I haven't written in a while.  While child sponsorship still is and (God willing) always will be one of the most important areas of my life, I have learned a lot and realized how much I needlessly over shared about some personal information related to my sponsored children.  I plan to start blogging about child sponsorship again, but in way that is more honorable to everyone involved.  I want to tell the stories of how God led me to the children I sponsor and ideas of things to send to your sponsored children, while still respecting the privacy of their own stories just like I would for a friend or relative.  These are real humans, not just a story to tell.  The goal of An Omer of Manna will now be to share ideas with other sponsors who I communicate with on sponsor forums and to update my close friends and family on my life and ministry, not to gain an outside following.  


As a disclaimer, the photos in this post are just some of my favorites from visits with my sponsored children in Honduras.  They are not necessarily photos of the people I'm talking about in the post. 


Where to start....



Christians who go on short term mission trips are often criticized for traveling to other places to feel good about themselves and not actually doing much good for the places they visit.  I understand this, and a lot of times it’s true.  However, James 1:27 does say to visit widows and orphans in their distress.  This verse says visit.  It doesn’t say adopt or give long term financial support.  Those are good things that the bible talks about elsewhere; but this verse tells me that sometimes, simply visiting someone in a difficult situation to give comfort and love is enough.  For this reason, I am not automatically against people going on short term mission trips without building long term relationships and making major physical improvements in the communities they visit.  Still, we do need to be mindful when working with orphans and other vulnerable children specifically. Short term trips to visit orphans can cause them to form bonds with the visitors and then feel abandoned all over again when those visitors leave and never come back.  Back to James 1:27, I want to repeat that the bible says it is good to visit orphans. So how do we do this safely?  For one, this verse never says orphan visits need to be international or with strangers.  Maybe sometimes, we can live out this verse simply by checking in on a neighbor or member of our church who lost their parents.  Or mentoring local foster children who we can visit regularly and invest in long term.  I’m not saying these are the only good ways; they’re just the only ones I’ve come up with so far.


That being said, we MUST understand the reason our visits are a blessing isn’t because we’re from the US, white, or comparably wealthy.  We MUST understand that if there are Christians in the communities we are visiting, they are equally if not more capable of ministering to the people there as we are.  That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t go.  There are many reasons to travel for ministry, which I’ll get to in a minute.  But it’s problematic to show up in another country or community, do a basic construction project that we’re less qualified to do than the locals are, sing a few Vacation Bible School songs that the locals could have sung to their own children, snap pictures with some cute kids, and leave feeling like those people’s lives were changed just because an American existed in their community for a few days.  No.  That’s gross.





God loves adventure.  He loves to write adventure stories through the lives of His children.  It IS very special for someone who is struggling to receive an encouraging visit from another person who came from so far away just to see them.  Not because we’re white or westernized, but because we took the time to come.  Even I’d feel special if someone traveled far just to visit me when I was struggling.  One of my sponsored teens recently told me that the time and sacrifice involved in making our visits possible is part of why they mean so much to her.  It makes her understand that she is worth it.  So I understand why God sends people from far away.  It’s biblical.  But it’s not because they’re better than the people who are already there.  Another reason to travel for ministry is if you’re visiting a place where people don’t know the gospel or don’t know how to apply it to their lives.  Bringing the gospel or sound doctrine to other nations is very biblical.  In the book of Acts, Paul was constantly traveling to different groups of Christians for the purpose of correcting and strengthening their doctrine, as well as traveling to different groups of non believers to share the good news with them.  I see a lot of need for doctrine in Honduras- people knowing the name of Jesus, but often not letting Him transform their lives and actions.  It’s true that we can (and should) be doing a lot of these things right here in our own countries.  When we feel led to an overseas mission, we should evaluate what we are hoping to contribute to the community and why we are traveling so far away instead of doing it right in our cities.  Also though, sometimes the answer will be "because God said so", and that's ok.  God isn’t limited by boarders.  His children are His children regardless of location.  And sometimes, He knows the person who you are perfect for reaching happens to live far away.  So of course He’ll send you to them.




When referring to white Americans, people often use the word “privileged” in a negative way.  It’s true that as a whole, we have more privilege than many (not all) other nations and races.  This can become problematic if we don’t recognize it.  The American way is not always the best way.  Yet, while our privilege doesn’t make us better at doing God’s work than anyone else, it does give us different tools to use.  Not better, just different.  I was once speaking to a woman in a country I was visiting who had guardianship of her 13-year-old niece.  Days earlier, her niece had run away and was said to be staying in a building that was known for selling drugs.  She was a sweet girl who had faced so much rejection in her young life that she just didn’t know how to function in a family.  So she ran.  When I asked this woman what was being done to get her niece out of there, she said, “I truly don’t know what I can do.”  It wasn’t that she didn’t care.  Where she lives, it’s common for teens in difficult situations to run off and do this sort of thing.  Many parents and guardians let it happen simply because they don’t know they have options.  My friend and I instantly sent this woman to a local group home for struggling teens who got the police involved and got the child to safety within an hour.  They kept her in the group home for a few weeks while she received counseling and they could evaluate which relative was safest for her to be with long term.  I’m not patting myself on the back.  Telling authorities that a child’s life is in immediate danger is the bare minimum of what someone can do.  But it’s an example of how sometimes, growing up with privilege gives us the advantage of seeing opportunities and solutions that are right in front of us.  Opportunities some other people and cultures overlook because they’ve spent their whole lives being told they didn’t have options.  And we get to show them they do.  So, I  don’t think privilege is all bad.





I was recently talking through these things with a friend who is part of the child sponsorship ministry I work with.  We both sponsor several children in Honduras.  She mentioned how sponsors tend to act like our sponsored children are in need of our love, when actually the majority of them have parents or relatives who love them and do whatever they can to provide for them and just need the extra financial support.  For the most part, I agree.  Living in poverty doesn’t mean someone doesn't have the ability to love their children and point them to Jesus.  I see the other side of things too, though; because many of my sponsored kids act like they do need the love so desperately.  A mentor’s love in my teen years is literally the reason I’m a Christian and going to Heaven, and why I have any emotional stability at all.  Even though I had parents who provided for me, they didn’t know Jesus (yet) and couldn’t give me that.  So I don’t doubt that God can and will use sponsorship to do some deeply amazing things.  But yes, many sponsors act like they are their sponsored child’s whole world.  We need to remember the children have whole lives where they are.  Not only in the positive ways, like having parents who love them and raise them full time…but also in the negative ways, like the daily struggles and temptations they face.  It’s so important to consistently pray for God to do the things we can’t.  Sending a letter every 2 months is great and it can encourage the child to seek God and seek their purpose in Him...but it doesn’t erase the very real lives they are living every day.  Visiting these children has shown me that their battles are often so much deeper.  We need to battle in prayer for God to do what we can’t do in the lives of our sponsored children and fight the battles we may not even know exist. 






I’d like to title this next paragraph you are not necessarily the answer to the problem just because you are American.  I saw a video blog recently from a couple who was living in foreign country for work and saw a young girl standing on the side of the road asking for money.  The woman in the video said as soon as she saw the girl, she decided she wanted to adopt her.  Seemingly before even knowing if the girl had parents or relatives.  It turned out she didn't have parents, but had an adult brother who was raising her.  Rather than supporting this family so the child could stay with her relatives, the couple instantly decided to adopt her- basically suggesting they are the best thing for her because of their wealth or race.  The woman in the video even proudly said, "she looks at me like a savior."  The girl's brother agreed to send her with this couple, probably out of desperation to give her a better life.  Now, I agree that the girl needed support.  Young girls should not be walking the streets in gang-ridden areas begging for money to survive, no matter what culture they live in or how normalized it is.  And I do support adoption if the child has no biological relatives who are willing and able to provide a safe and loving environment (sometimes with assistance at first), and when it's legal and well thought out.  Just trust me when I say that was not the case here.  The couple admitted in the video that they never even discussed it with each other.  This "adoption", which never became legal, lasted less than 4 months before the girl was no longer with the "adopted" family.  I don't know whether they gave her up or whether they weren't allowed to keep her.  In their video blog, they simply stopped mentioning her at all and soon moved back to their home country without her.  I believe this couple had good intentions, but the more I've educated myself recently, the more my heart hurts for the girl and the damage that was likely done. I find myself wishing there was something I could do, yet knowing the last thing this girl needs is another American coming in trying to save the day.  Sadly, the couple revealed the child’s location (at least where she was before she stayed with them) in the video, so I do know where she likely is.  Not just the country, but the exact neighborhood.  If anyone has suggestions regarding if/how to connect this girl and her brother with actual (preferably local to her) support without being just another good intentioned American who makes things worse, please let me know!



I’ve been thinking about how it can be problematic and even racist to assume someone needs help simply because of the country they live in.  When I sent backpacks full of school supplies and gifts to my sponsored children through the Manna 4 Lempira program last year (which is a benefit of the program their parents sign them up for so I feel fine about that), I also sent 2 large boxes full of gifts and supplies for a family nearby who I grew close to during visits but are not part of any program.  To be honest, I didn’t even know if they needed assistance.  These gifts included school supplies, clothing, toiletries, bibles, toys, and more.  The family members, a mama and 2 tween girls, were thrilled.  The mother even sent me a video of the girls opening their gifts and screaming with joy over every little thing.  They never gave me a reason to believe they felt anything negative about it.  Still, watching the video made me think.  There was one part of the video where one of the girls held up one of her gifts to show her mom and exclaimed, “how beautiful mami!”.  And I couldn’t stop thinking of the mama behind the camera, probably wishing she had been given the opportunity to provide these things for her daughters.  The worst part is, it’s possible she could have.  I never even asked.  I assumed they needed it literally just because they lived in Honduras.  I don’t fully know what the answer is here, because I’d feel even worse if the family sees me sending to others and not them if they are in need.  So far, I’ve made sure to connect with the mom and continually thank her for allowing me to come alongside her to mentor her children.  I also sent her a Mother’s Day card saying these things.  This year, I stuck to what I could fit into 1 backpack per child instead of 2 large boxes.  It's a start.  Suggestions are greatly appreciated.  Thankfully, the year I sent a lot was the first year of the pandemic when almost everyone in the world was in need of support of some kind, which probably helped it to not feel so targeted.


Last, I want to say most of the subjects I touched on in this post probably have exceptions.  If you are led by God to do one of the things I painted in a negative light such as sending a giant box of gifts to someone who may not need it....please do what you are led to do as long as it doesn't directly go against the bible!  This post is to give you things to take into consideration in your ministry, but God knows more than we do and may know the person needs the gift you have to give.  



Thursday, January 10, 2019

Purple Flowers

I recently read Hebrews 6:12, which says to mimic those who, by faith and patience, receive the promises of God.  Basically, if you're following in someone's footsteps, it should be someone who is where you want to be.  Follow the ministry advice of someone whose ministry is fruitful.  Follow the parenting advice of someone whose children love the LORD.  This applies to every area of life.

As I meditated on this verse, I wrote a list of women (and one man) whose faith I wanted to mimic.  The list included my pastor's wife, three women in the child sponsorship ministry, one of my best friends, and a popular online influencer whose posts always point me to the love of Christ.  

One of these women was someone whose faith has inspired me every time we've traveled to Honduras together.  Her love for her sponsored children and faith despite daunting situations was beyond inspiring.  She sponsored several little girls; one who particularly caught my attention each time we visited.  The girl's name was Paola.  It may have been her sweet smile.  Or, it may have been the fact that every time I saw her, Paola was wearing a purple dress covered in flowers.  Like, every time.  It wasn't always the same dress either.  She had multiples.


In case you're new, purple flowers are my personal symbol of God's faithfulness and abundance in my life.  Every time I saw Paola, she was wearing some combination of purple and flowers.  Usually on her dress, and occasionally in her hair.  

Note the headband

As mentioned, Paola already had an amazing sponsor; so I never thought of this as anything more than God's way of smiling at me and declaring His love for this child.  That is, until recently, when Paola's sponsor had to end her sponsorship.  It was actually for a wonderful reason- her church had decided to partner with our ministry, and they would be starting their own sponsorship program in another part of Honduras.  Because she would be traveling with them, she would no longer be able to travel with us to Paola's area.  I remembered what I'd learned about imitating those who inherit the promises of God.  Paola's sponsor was definitely that for me.  I began to pray about sponsoring Paola and continuing the work that my mentor had started with her.  

However, while I was still praying about it, Paola was chosen by someone else.  For some reason, this didn't stop me from praying.  I felt a strong nudge in my heart to continue.  I knew that if it were to happen now, it would be God.  And sure enough, a few months later, Paola became available for sponsorship again!  The rest is history.

I haven't visited Paola since becoming her sponsor, but I have received a letter from her.  Keep in mind, she sent this before ever receiving a letter from me, so she had no idea about my love for purple flowers.  On the front of the page, she wrote about her love for Disney princesses and her desire to be a nurse one day.  And on the back...



God is so, so faithful.  He spent years growing this child in my heart, though I didn't even realize it.  I am so blessed to sponsor Paola and hope to visit her in the very near future.