tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77679810837892258312024-03-13T05:01:40.510-04:00Min's CompassionThere can be no keener revelation of a society's soul than the way in which it treats its children. ~Nelson MandelaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00357264534666010941noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767981083789225831.post-21797419263773461382014-04-15T07:07:00.001-04:002014-04-15T07:07:40.697-04:00You Can Save a Child's Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00357264534666010941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767981083789225831.post-33659696481604640892014-03-28T12:00:00.002-04:002014-03-28T12:00:45.565-04:00What a Puppy Taught Me about Compassion<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This is Bucco. Today is his first birthday. <br />
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Bucco came to live with me ten months ago, and no I do not have a cool rescue story. He is a West Highland White Terrier, and not many of that breed are surrendered, so I could not find one to rescue. I have always loved dogs, but I have very bad allergies and only recently discovered that I am not allergic to terriers. However, I like big dogs. My dog when I was a teenager was a very sweet Saint Bernard, so yeah . . . I like big dogs.</div>
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Because my niece has a Westie, I learned that Westies act more like big dogs than small ones, that they are very intelligent and very loyal. So I found a Westie. I paid much less than one would normally pay for a pure bred, so because of that and his one droopy ear, I call him my discount Westie.</div>
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One of the first things that struck me about him was his acceptance of and reliance on me. He immediately loved being with me and playing with me even though he didn't know me. It reminded me of the children I met on the Compassion Sponsor Tour to Peru. When we entered a project, the children were really excited to see us and loved us without even knowing us. They all called me "Madrina," even though I don't sponsor any of the children in the projects we visited. </div>
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Bucco loves the beach and has no fear of jumping into the ocean. When I first started taking him, he kept stopping on the way to investigate other interesting things. I kept telling him there was something even better waiting over the dunes. Now he knows what's on the other side of the dunes and eagerly heads toward the ocean without stopping as soon as I say the word "beach." I thought of the many times in our walks with Jesus that we think we have found something good, but He's really trying to lead us over the dunes to something even better. </div>
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Those of you who are pet owners understand how important a dog can be. Since I am alone, except for Bucco, mine is pretty much all I have. I will sacrifice for my dog because I want what's best for him. Bucco often makes me think of my Compassion children and how important they are to me, but even more so, how important I am to them. I remember that I need to sacrifice my time and energy to write to them and let them know they are loved by me, but more importantly, by Jesus.</div>
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I have the best dog in the Universe. God has used him to enrich my life beyond what I ever expected. What a lesson there is in that!</div>
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This is four-year-old Wilfredo in Nicaragua. Don't you just want to squeeze those cute cheeks?<br />
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Wilfredo has been waiting 515 days for a sponsor.<br />
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I don't even start counting down to something that far ahead! Wilfredo needs a sponsor.<br />
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But he's not the only one. You can <a href="http://www.compassion.com/sponsor_a_child/child-search-results.htm?so=3&tcmid=tcm:5-40651&cboLongestWaiting=Yes">go here</a> to view all the children who have been waiting more than six months for a sponsor. Please consider sponsoring one today. You will change the child's life.<br />
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Fahim is 11 years old and lives in Indonesia. He has been waiting seven months for a sponsor. He lives in a country with high risk for child rights violations. He really needs a sponsor.
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Even before I begin thinking about choosing a word, it comes to me, and I realize, "Hey! That's my word!"</div>
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<b>For 2014, it's "believe."</b></div>
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This year will bring some major changes for me, and frankly, I'm afraid. It's much easier to just stay docked in the harbor. That open sea can be a bit scary at times. I've been docked long enough, though. This ship's gotta move.</div>
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Because of certain events in my life, especially in my childhood, I have a difficult time believing that good things will happen for me. I'm quite good at encouraging others, but not good at all in believing in myself. </div>
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Before Christmas, I kept thinking about the fact that Jesus' coming to Earth as an infant and delivering me from all my sins is the greatest miracle ever. If He is capable of doing that and <i>wants </i>to do that for me, can't He and won't He do even smaller miracles for me? And for all of us?</div>
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Of course, I have my idea of how I would like this year to play out, but for now I'm working on believing. Believing in the power of God to work miracles in my life, but even more so, believeing in His incomparable love for me. For <b>ME</b>.</div>
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My verse is Isaiah 43:18--Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past.</div>
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Whenever I've considered that verse previously, I've always thought of it as forgetting unfortunate things that happened, not letting what other people told me about myself determine who I am today. I'm working on those things. But this year the verse takes a new meaning for me--forgetting the things I haven't done that I wish I had. I could go on and on listing those, but I'm forgetting them because God can and will save me, even from myself. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00357264534666010941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767981083789225831.post-56173848222947120932013-03-21T20:01:00.002-04:002013-03-24T18:10:10.503-04:00You Don't Want to Miss This!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Sunday, April 21, is Compassion Sunday 2013. I don't have the opportunity to have a Compassion Sunday in my home church, but I can do it here--for more than one day.<br />
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I have previously told the story of how I became a Compassion sponsor. Since sponsoring my first child, I have learned a lot about Compassion's integrity. I am impressed with Compassion's holistic approach to child sponsorship, especially after visiting Peru.<br />
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What I saw in Peru were many, many happy, laughing, smiling, excited children at the Compassion centers. The children I sponsor tell me they love going to their Compassion center, and I was able to see why in person.<br />
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Besides the young children, I saw teenagers who were taught skills that they can use to sustain themselves, given leadership roles, and encouraged to believe in their worth as children of the King of Kings.<br />
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I can't even express in words how impressed I am with what I saw.<br />
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<a href="http://blog.compassion.com/charity-research-research-shows-that-child-sponsorship-through-compassion-works/">Research Shows that Child Sponsorship through Compassion Works</a>. (Click the link to read how.)<br />
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I know that my sponsorship helps the children and their families, but it also helps me. One day a few months after I begin sponsoring, I was almost hit by another car (not a surprise), and I thought, "Don't hit me. My children need me!" Wow. What cool feeling! I had never been able to see that before. Now I know I need to be at my best at all times for my children.<br />
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When I visited Jack in Peru, one of the best things he said to me was, "Thank you for changing my life."<br />
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Don't miss the chance to change the story for one child. I offer you Diego, a five-year-old in Peru. (How can you resist that sweet smile?) You can learn more about Diego on <a href="http://my.compassionsunday.com/mins_compassion">My Compassion Sunday page</a>.<br />
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I first realized that Compassion reaches more than just the child when I sponsored Gethory in Haiti two years ago. The first letter I received from him was really a huge thank you letter from his family.<br />
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In Peru, I saw how grateful the families are because of our (sponsors) love for their children, and I was inspired by their emphasis on developing their children so that they can become independent adults. <br />
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I also was blessed by the LDP students who spoke to us, because each one of them had chosen his or her course of study in order to help the community and the country. <br />
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Today's post in Compassion's blog explains better than I can how sponsoring a child is really like sponsoring a family. <a href="http://blog.compassion.com/from-ragpicker-to-restored-dignity/">http://blog.compassion.com/from-ragpicker-to-restored-dignity/</a><br />
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Reading this makes me very happy, reminding me of how many I am helping and that God is using me to be a world changer!<br />
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I have always loved kids, which is a good thing since I'm a high school teacher. I also love the little ones, and I am always drawn to the "underdogs"--the ones who have a bad home life or don't think much of themselves for one reason or other.<br />
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I've always said my mission field is the teenagers in our public schools, and that's true, but a few years ago at a newsboys' concert, I heard about Compassion and thought maybe I should sponsor a child but felt I couldn't afford it financially. So I sort of forgot about Compassion.<br />
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Then after Michael Tait became the lead singer for newsboys, I heard him say that we should help our neighbors in Mexico (they were building homes for people there), so I decided to try to find the name of that child sponsorship organization and sponsor a boy from Mexico, being a bit partial to boys.<br />
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I found Compassion on the Heart It First website when I was looking for information about Winter Jam, so I clicked the link. I found that if I sponsored a child, I would get a tobyMac CD for free. Helloooo. I wasn't going to pass <b>that</b> up!<br />
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So ironically, or maybe fittingly, it was good friends Michael Tait and Toby McKeehan who nudged me to begin my relationship with Compassion. I began with one boy in Mexico, and now I sponsor twelve children, all from the Spanish-speaking countries where Compassion works (two in Peru), plus a little boy in Haiti. I also have five correspondence kids who think I'm their financial sponsor, and I think of them in the same way I do the ones I sponsor financially.<br />
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I have learned to treasure the pink and bows of my little girls, and the sweet girly teenage girls. I love my girls.<br />
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Whenever I write to my kids or send a financial gift, I am reminded of Matthew 25:40--The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’ I am honored to know that when I give to these children, I am giving to Jesus.<br />
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One of the most powerful verses to me, one that is my fuel to advocate for the children is Matthew 18:10--See that you do not look down on one of these little ones. For I tell you that their angels in heaven always see the face of my Father in heaven. <br />
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It's sort of hard sometimes to find things to send to the teenagers we sponsor because coloring pages and the like are just a bit juvenile for them. <br />
I saw this idea on the Compassion blog and made one for each of my teenage girls, not for any particular occasion. I put small cards with Bible verses and little messages such as "You are beautiful" in the pockets. <br />
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This is a video posted on Facebook by Compassion International. I have seen the smiles and heard the laughter of the Compassion children. They really are truly happy at the Compassion Child Development Centers. <a href="http://www.compassion.com/sponsor_a_child/default.htm?referer=120937">Sponsor a child</a> today and speak life and hope into his or her life.<br />
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Like almost everyone else, I usually am caught up in the stress and hectic lifestyle before Christmas. We spend so much time trying to make sure we get everything finished in time--buying gifts, wrapping them, baking, sending cards . . . and making sure we don't forget anyone who might be offended if we do. <br />
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Then suddenly . . . bang! It's Christmas Day, and we didn't even have time to enjoy the season. Sure, we know the real reason we celebrate Christmas. We try to remember that. We try to focus on it. We think we do. But our materialistic society pulls us away.<br />
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But this year, Christmas arrived quietly. I can't give any credit to myself for that; it's just that I had extensive foot surgery in November, and I have been sitting at home since then.<br />
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Yep, that's my foot, and that's how I have spent the past six weeks. The bad part (besides the pain) is that I couldn't do much at all. <br />
The good part is that I couldn't do much at all.<br />
One advantage is that I rediscovered my love of knitting and crocheting, so my friends and family members received homemade gifts . . . and they liked them. <br />
I also had homemade jam from the summer (I pick strawberries and blackberries every summer), which I gave as gifts.<br />
I like giving homemade gifts because I know that I am giving part of myself with them. And the people to whom I give the gifts feel honored to receive them. My niece said, "It's a gift of love."<br />
Instead of being caught up in trying to find something for people who need nothing, I had the time to make custom gifts for each person.<br />
And as I worked, I thought about Christmas. I thought about the greatest gift ever--Jesus arriving in the form of a man so that He could save us. <br />
I thought about how crazy it is that we stress ourselves out, hoping that the people to whom we give gifts will actually like them, hoping we've made the right choices.<br />
Or course, I thought about Peru, and I thought about all my Compassion children. I told someone, "If I send my children a piece of construction paper, they think it's awesome." It's not hard to find gifts for those who have so little. It's hard to find gifts for those who have no needs.<br />
I thought about little Jackie in Peru who gave me fruit from the family's guynabana tree. I have no idea why she chose me, or why she even wanted to give <i>any</i> of us the fruit, but what I do know is that her act was <i><b>real</b></i> giving. <br />
I learned another thing about giving--how to let people give to me. I had to allow people to stay with me, make food for me, bring food to my house for me, and many other things. I'm so independent that allowing people to do take care of me is a challenge, but in allowing them to give to me, I actually gave to them.<br />
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So this year, I wasn't surprised by Christmas. It arrived quietly, and I enjoyed it. <br />
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Besides the homemade gifts that I gave, I also gave from the <a href="http://www.compassion.com/catalog.htm?referer=128060">Compassion Gift Catalog</a>. The cool thing about choosing gifts from that catalog is that it's double giving. The people in whose names I buy the gifts are honored to be able to help, and the Compassion families who receive the gifts are blessed because they truly are needy. (You can still buy from that catalog even though Christmas has passed.)<br />
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I don't plan to have surgery again next year, so I hope I will be able to concentrate on real giving and be able to enjoy the season as I did this year.<br />
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Because <i>it's about giving</i>.</div>
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Lionel has been sponsored!! Party time! Now his smile will grow even bigger.<br />
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Near the end of <i>The Return of the King</i>, Frodo says, “How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand there <i>is</i> no going back?”<br />
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<span class="s1">Even before I went to Peru, I knew I would not return the same person. The evening after we had spent the day at the zoo, we went to a market, and my heart was not there. Okay, so I don’t like shopping, anyway, but it seemed so incongruous after what we had experienced. (Not a criticism toward the trip planners, who are awesome; just how I was feeling at the time.)</span></div>
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<span class="s1">After shopping, we went to dinner at a Chinese (Chifa) restaurant where we had a room to ourselves. </span>Sean asked for people to share about the day, and I wanted so much to do that, but all I could do was cry. </div>
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<span class="s1">I cried for the people who have so little but give so much. I cried for all the smiling faces of all those sweet childen, and for the hugs and kisses they gave us, the way they accepted us unconditionally without even knowing us. </span></div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">I cried for Jack, who lives in one room with his mother, sister, and nephew and has no father now, who has to walk 30 minutes to school in the dark, who plays futbol, the trumpet, and the violin, who is a leader in his church Bible study, who is fourth in his class academically . . . who means so very much to me and is such a blessing in my life. I cried for the love he has for me and the love I have for him, love that can only be born and grow through Jesus.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">I cried for the people with whom I had become close and to whom I would soon have to say good-bye.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">I know as time goes on, the Lord will reveal to me even more lessons that I learned on that trip.</span></div>
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I woke on Saturday in Lima more excited than I can ever describe. I couldn't believe that I was actually going to meet Jack. <br />
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I decided some time ago that if I ever visited one of the kids I sponsor, it would be Jack because he was the oldest at that time (I now have a girl two years older than he), but more importantly, because we had developed a close relationship through our letters. I could see him grow spiritually, and I knew that he loved me very much without ever having met me. I prayed for well over a year for the opportunity to go to Peru, never imagining that as a teacher I would actually have the funds to do that. I received a letter from Jack in January of 2012 that said his greatest prayer request was to meet me in person. I didn't know at the time how important it is to the kids to meet their sponsors. Two weeks later, I received an email from Compassion about this trip to the jungle. My first thought was that I wasn't good enough to make a trip to the jungle, and my second was that I needed to pray about it for at least a week.<br />
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Then I said, "Duh, Mindi. You've been praying about it, and so has Jack. This is the answer." So I signed up. I had never been to a place where English is not the official language, and I had never used my passport. And there I was saying "yes" to go to the Amazon jungle!<br />
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Before I made the trip, I received seven more letters from Jack, and four of them said that his greatest dream was to meet me in person.<br />
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We met our kids at the Lima Zoo, spent a few hours there, had lunch at Pardo's chicken, and then spent some time in a park next door.<br />
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As we approached the zoo, I was so excited, I couldn't contain myself. I knew that somewhere beyond those gates was a 16-year-old whose dream I was about to fulfill. I can't say I've ever been able to do something like that before.<br />
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Sean, our leader, told us that our names would be called, and that we would be matched up with our kids in an orderly manner. Once we went through the gates, I pretty much led the way to the place where the kids were all waiting with a parent, a project worker, and a translator. I tried to find Jack in the crowd, but suddenly there he was in front of me, and he grabbed me and hugged me as if he never wanted to let go. After all the "strong hugs" he had sent me in his letters, there I was receiving one in person. I can't even describe the feeling.<br />
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The translator told me that he (the translator) was looking for my name tag, and Jack came running up behind him to say that he saw me and then ran to me. I don't even know what to say about that.<br />
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Jack's mother was with him. She's also a worker at the project, so no one else had to come with them. She said that she considers me to be a part of the family and a second mother to Jack. How many mothers are willing to say something like that?? One of the first questions she asked is when I would be able to visit again. By the time we had made our introductions, I showed them how my hands were shaking from the excitement. I was thrilled!<br />
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They live in Trujillo, so they had made an 8-hour bus trip to Lima. Jack said the bus was boring, but he was excited that they were able to stay in a hotel. He had never been in a hotel. <br />
I asked when he was told that I was coming to visit, and he said that the director of the project asked if he'd ever been to Lima and told him they had a surprise for him in Lima. That was two weeks before my visit. Then they bought bus tickets for him and his mom, but they still didn't tell them why they were going to Lima. Jack said he finally guessed on the bus ride. I think it's awesome that they weren't told, that it was a total surprise. I'm not sure why they weren't told, but I liked it that way.<br />
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We walked around the zoo for a few hours, and we took a ride on the peddle boats. Jack drove, and he kept running into walls around the pond. We had a lot of fun doing that.<br />
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This is the pond where we rode the boat. Jack wanted to go through the dolphin topiaries, but when we got close, we noticed that we were blocked. Here's Jack driving the boat. My camera focused on the boat rather than Jack, but it's not too bad.<br />
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When we found the penguins, I told Jack I had to take his picture there because the Penguins are my favorite ice hockey team. He thought that was hilarious.<br />
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Throughout our time together, we talked about things we like. I knew that Jack plays the trumpet in school and at his church, but I didn't know he also plays the violin! He said he wants to play the saxophone, but it's too hard. I told him I played the saxophone in high school, along with a few other instruments.<br />
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Jack's mom said that he'd had three other sponsors, but they never wrote to him and none of them visited him. Actually, I began as Jack's correspondence sponsor because his third sponsor didn't write at all. Then when he or she dropped him, I became his financial sponsor. Some people have told me that I write too much to my kids, but after hearing in person how much both Jack and his mother treasure my letters, I will never believe that.<br />
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Jack told the translator that he writes to me every month (he does), but he wishes he could write to me every day. That melted my heart. (Just one of many things throughout the day that did.)<br />
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I asked Jack about his favorite food, and he said that he has watched Garfield, so his favorite food is lasagna. I definitely laughed at that!<br />
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I took a Frisbee for Jack, so once we reached the time that we had to meet back at the gate, we played with the Frisbee while we waited for everyone else. The translator took a couple of pictures and said he hoped it was okay. Of course! I wish I had asked for more pictures of us together, but I didn't think about it. <br />
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We had a lot of fun playing. That's one thing I can do pretty well. Jack liked the Frisbee because I had bought it at one of the tourist shops on Atlantic Avenue, so it says "Virginia Beach" on it. He thought it was especially cool that the back says, "Made in U.S.A." I'm so glad it wasn't China!! <br />
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I taught him the meaning of the word "cool." I also pointed out that one of the guys in our group is "loco," so every time we passed him, Jack said, "Loco." He has a great sense of humor. Even though I don't speak Spanish fluently, we communicated well, and of course, we had the translator to help.<br />
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Next we went to Pardo's for chicken. Man, that chicken was SO good! I couldn't eat all of the food, but it was awesome. I asked Jack if he liked desserts, and he said that he likes ice cream and that chocolate is his favorite. I told him that's my favorite ice cream, too, and that I also love chocolate cake. His mother then said that she was amazed at how the Lord had brought together two people who have so much in common. That reminded me of Sean's comments about Jhuniors, whom I had just sponsored. And beside us was a couple with their little girl, and she was NOT shy! Not in the least. Sean had said to them, "How did you find a girl with your personality?"<br />
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It's amazing because we just look at the pictures on the website and choose one that grabs our hearts, or in my case, I was just given Jack. We know nothing about the personalities of these children, but God knows who needs whom. He amazes me.<br />
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Pardo's had paper crowns like Burger King, so Jack wore one:<br />
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He discovered the uber coolness of my iPhone, and he loved tobyMac's music. Toby--you have a new fan in Peru.<br />
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I showed him how he could take a picture of himself with the iPhone, so he took this funny one. <br />
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He was eating chocolate cake--our dessert! I said that God was celebrating with us by giving us chocolate cake.<br />
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After lunch we went to the park where we gave the kids the gifts we had brought for them. I had crocheted a shawl for his mother and his sister and took some things for the home for his mom. She was so, so grateful. She hugged each item and cried. I am so glad that Jack has such a wonderful mother.<br />
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She apologized for not bringing a gift to me since they didn't know they would be meeting me. I told her that I need nothing, and that being with them was my gift.<br />
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Then it was Jack's turn. I ended up with two backpacks for him. One is a Steelers drawstring bag that someone gave me after I got to Peru. I had knitted a blanket for Jack, and he wrapped himself in that. He loved it. It warms my heart to think of Jack using that blanket to stay warm at night. I also took him some school supplies, toothbrushes and toothpaste, playing cards with Virginia Beach on them, and a bookmark with Virginia Beach on it. I got a deal on tee shirts from one of the tourist shops (why I always go there after Labor Day), and each time Jack took a shirt out of the bag, he said, "Virginia Beach!' He loved it.<br />
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The two biggies were a new soccer ball with a pump and a Spanish study Bible for teenage boys with his name engraved on the front. I thought he would like the soccer ball the best, but when he took the Bible out of the bag, he said, "La Biblia!" and jumped up and hugged me!<br />
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At the end, I asked him what his favorite thing was, and he said, "La Biblia."<br />
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Jack found Psalm 23 in the Bible, handed me the Bible, and then proceeded to recite the Psalm. :)<br />
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It was really fun to watch Jack play with the ball. He's a very good player, and last year his school team was in the championship. His mother said she thinks he's good because when he comes home, he's always very dirty. I agree! Good athletes get dirty.<br />
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Jack leaves his house at 6:00 AM to walk 30 minutes to school. He is fourth in his class academically. He plays in the school band and the church band and has practice after school. He also has futbol practice after school. He sometimes doesn't finish with those practices until 8 PM. He also attends a Bible study for teenagers on Friday nights. And he goes to the project for the program there. He loves the Lord with all His heart. I encouraged him to continue to follow Him fervently. (Okay, so I don't know that word in Spanish, but that was the basic idea.)<br />
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Jack kept saying all day that he felt like he was in a dream that he didn't want to wake up from. I agreed, and yet I STILL couldn't believe I could be so important to someone.<br />
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After we prayed together, it was time to leave. The time had gone so, so fast. I will never forget that day or the love that I was shown by Jack and his mother. It has helped me to understand God's love for me in a new way. I went to Peru to bless Jack and his family, and I received a blessing along the way.<br />
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As soon as Jack and his mom got on the bus to leave, I started crying. It wasn't all because of sadness. There were so many emotions that I can't even come to grips with them more than a week later. I just know that it was an experience like no other I've ever had. <br />
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I cried a lot. Other people on the bus pulled themselves together, but I just kept crying. I cry even now as I type this. How can I have so much love for someone with whom I have spent only a few hours? God. That's how.<br />
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My goal is to go back again, this time on an individual visit, to see Jack before he finishes the project in two years. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">¡Hasta pronto, mi amigo! Dios te guarde.</span><br />
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Thursday was a day that we didn't visit any children. I really wanted to go to another project, but this day was designed to allow us to have some fun and to take a break from the emotions we had been experiencing. We went in several vans into the jungle with a tour group. Our guide, Omar, was hilarious. He gave us some historical background, but he also told jokes. <br />
First, we went to a very old bridge which I would have been afraid to cross a few years ago, but I can do it now. I had to have my picture taken with my Terrible Towel on that bridge even though I don't like pictures of myself, but this is a Steeler Nation tradition.<br />
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Then we went to a place where two rivers converge to form a third. I sort of chuckled because I have been to Pittsburgh a million times where the Allegheny and Monongahela form the Ohio, and those rivers are much bigger, but this was nice.<br />
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The highlight of the day for me was swimming under a waterfall. Because I have a Lifeproof case on my iPhone, I was able to take it into the waterfall. I have a ton of pictures, but I'll try to share just a few and a couple of videos from my phone.<br />
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Here is a picture of one of a few series of steps we had to climb to and from the waterfall.<br />
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After that, we walked to a nearby waterfall called "Vella de la Novia," or "Bride's Veil." We had some serious steps to conquer there, too, but it was worth it.<br />
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I loved the beauty of the jungle. I couldn't believe I was actually there. We did a couple of other things, but the waterfalls were the best, for sure. The very last thing we did was to visit a coffee factory where I had to buy some coffee, of course. I also bought some chocolate for baking. Coffee and chocolate--how could I go wrong?<br />
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The next morning, we left La Merced to travel back over the Andes Mountains to Lima. I was disappointed to leave the jungle, but I knew that going back to Lima meant I would be meeting Jack.<br />
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In Peru, people can just choose a piece of land on the side of a hill or mountain and build a house.<br />
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That night back in Lima, we went to a grocery store after dinner, and then a few of us went looking for coffee and hot chocolate. Actually, I didn't want the drinks, but I wanted the adventure. At first we tried McDonald's, which sold neither.<br />
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Some members of our group, who don't speak Spanish, asked some police offers, who don't speak English, how to get to Starbuck's. Not surprisingly, we went the wrong way. After we realized that, we stopped a guy on the street, I asked him in Spanish how to get to Starbuck's. He answered in English! He had lived in New Jersey for four years, so he spoke fluent English. I was laughing at myself because I thought I would save the day by speaking Spanish, and it wasn't even needed. We finally found Starbuck's:<br />
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I went to sleep that night excited to be able to visit Jack the next day. I couldn't believe I was actually going to be able to meet him in person!<br />
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Check back for details on<a href="http://minscompassion.blogspot.com/2012/10/peru-part-3-very-special-day.html"> that amazing day</a>.</div>
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When I woke up on Thursday in La Merced, I was excited again because we were visiting another child center and making another home visit. On this day, we split into two groups. One of us went to PE-354, and the other to PE-352. <br />
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When we arrived at 354, a man was outside recording is. Paparazzi?? I kept wondering where the children were and which door we would enter. When the last van finally arrived, the big wooden doors opened, the people inside yelled, "Surprise!" and people stepped outside with a banner to welcome us. Well, that was pretty cool. But then we stepped inside, and a child came to each of us, one at a time, pinned a pin on us, took our hand, led us to a chair, and then sat beside us. It was soooooo sweet!!<br />
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The boy who led me to my seat (or dragged me, as one person said) was named Alex. He asked me where I was from and then asked if I knew his sponsor. Aw. He was one of the boys who performed in the dance, so he put his necklace on me until he had to dance. When he needed his necklace back, he called me "Madrina." <br />
I mentioned that to Janette, one of our translators, and she said that to each kid, we represent his or her sponsor. She said it's easy for them to grasp the concept of Jesus loving them even though they don't see Him because they have someone in another country who loves them even though they've never met them. I love that parallel. <br />
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Next we went on another home visit. We visited the home of Bonnie (I know it's not spelled that way in Spanish), one of the teenagers from the project. She has four siblings, and her father works on a farm during the week and is only home on the weekends. Here are some pictures from her home.</div>
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Bonnie is quite talented and intelligent. She showed us her history notebook. She had drawn the faces of important people in Peruvian history, and the drawings were amazing. She also had very neat and colorful notes. This is something that she learned to make at the project.</div>
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While we were talking to Bonnie, her cousin, who lives next door, tapped me on the arm and showed me a picture. I asked if the family in the picture were his sponsors, and he said yes. He was SO proud! We really do mean a lot to our children, much more than I ever realized.</div>
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In the front with the glasses next to Bonnie's cousin is Rachel. Her daughter is in the very back. They had decided the night before to sponsor Judith, a girl in this project. We discovered later that another group had made a home visit to Judith's house. During that visit, Judith and both of her parents prayed to accept Jesus. Wow. Wow. Wow.<br />
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We took Bonnie back to the project where a feast awaited us. One table was full of local fruit (oh how I wish I could have brought some home, especially the pineapples), and another with the main course food. I was overwhelmed by how much they had for us to eat. One lady offered me a fried banana slice, and I told her I couldn't eat it because I'm allergic to bananas. She said, "What will you eat?" Oh my! The tables were full. No problem there!<br />
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Once again, I was amazed at how giving the people were.<br />
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We went upstairs where the children were eating, and of course, I took many pictures.<br />
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So here's the really special part. I have always wished I could see the reaction of the child and his or her parents when they find out they have a sponsor. On this day, I saw that. The leaders had packets for children at this project. During lunch, I wanted to look at them. I said, "Okay, Lord. If one <b>really</b> grabs my heart, I'll know I should sponsor him or her. If not, then I'm okay with what I'm doing now." I asked to see the packets, and the very first one was a 4-year-old boy who had been waiting 8 months for a sponsor. I took one look and said, "He's mine."<br />
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So here he is, my newest child. His name is Jhuniors.<br />
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We went to his class so I could meet him. First the children sang some songs for us, and then their teacher taught them a short lesson. Janette introduced Randy, Cheryl, and me to the children, and then asked them each of our names. They couldn't remember Randy and Cheryl, but the little boys were chanting, "Mindi! Mindi! Mindi!" Hahahaha!! I LOVED it!!<br />
We did a craft with them, and then Janette told them that she had "good news" and then announced that I was Jhuniors' new sponsor. Here he is when she told him:<br />
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His mother was at the project, so I was able to meet her. It was an amazing experience. She was SO happy. Jhuniors didn't say anything, and she said that he's very shy. I explained that when I was his age, I used to hide under the TV stand when someone came to visit my home because I was so shy. Later, Sean asked, "Where is yours, Mindi?" meaning the child I had sponsored, and Janette said, "IT is running around here all over." Sean said, "How surprising that you would pick the one with the energy who loves life." Remember that for later.<br />
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After I left the room, Jhuniors was asking for me, but when he found me, he hid behind his mother. She gave him an ice cream bar to give to me. He walked up to me, handed me the ice cream, and then ran away. <br />
We were scheduled to go on a boat on the river, and the Compassion staff decided to take all the children (and their mothers) who had been sponsored that day with us. What a treat for them and for us! Of course, Jhuniors had never been on a boat before, so he kept looking all around in amazement, yet when I asked him if he liked the boat and the river, he said, "No." Funny boy.<br />
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It rained while we were on the river, just to remind us that we were in the jungle.<br />
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What an amazing day! I couldn't believe that I was actually with this sweet little boy and his mother and was able to see the joy that they each had when they learned about my sponsorship. It was a very special gift from God.<br />
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I went to Peru planning to visit one of my sponsored kids and ended up visiting two.<br />
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<a href="http://minscompassion.blogspot.com/2012/10/peru-part-4.html">Part 4</a></div>
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Tuesday, October 16th arrived hot and humid--"mucho calor" in Spanish--but I didn't care. I was SO excited because today was first day that I would get to interact with kids. I just couldn't wait to get to the Compassion project.<br />
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Our plan was to visit PE-350, which is a large project. It houses a Child Survival Program, a Child Development Program, and a preschool not connected to Compassion. We left the hotel in various vans because we were also going to make home visits. I was excited for that, too, because I knew that would open my eyes to a world of poverty that I could never imagine. It's not that I'm excited about poverty; I just wanted to understand the lives of my children better.<br />
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When we arrived, the staff and some mothers and their children met us outside. <br />
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After we were introduced to the staff, some of the mothers performed a traditional dance for us, which is why they are in costumes. I wasn't in the front, so there are a few people in the way, but you can still see the beauty of the dance.</div>
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After we listened to a few of the staff talk, we went out on the balcony where the staff had set up displays for us to learn about each area of development--spiritual, cognitive, physical, and emotional. I was very interested to learn the details of each. For instance, every three months, they trade out toys for each child so that the child has the toys appropriate for his or her age level. They teach the mothers how to stimulate the children to advance physically, such as learning to walk, and how to praise them when they accomplish goals.</div>
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We then went downstairs to see the rooms that are used for physical stimulation. They showed us how they weigh and measure the height of each child. This little guy fell asleep in his mother's arms, and even though they put him on the scale and on the measuring table, he never woke up at all. That's how I sleep!!</div>
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One of the best parts of the visit for me is that I was able to have a conversation in Spanish with one of the mothers without a translator! This is huge for me. First, I was very nervous about speaking Spanish before I went on the trip, and secondly, I have only been studying it for about a year and a half. </div>
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Here are some of the preschool children playing with a Frisbee:</div>
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Next we went on our home visit. We visited the home of Serafina, who has a one-year-old boy named Meykker. She told us that she has four other children, the oldest of which is 19, and that she wants Meykker to be a light for the rest of the family. Here are some photos from that visit.</div>
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The 9-year-old girl, Jackie, really touched my heart. Even though she didn't talk, we made a connection. As we were leaving, she gave me two fruits from the guynabana tree. Those were for the family to eat! I was amazed that this little girl gave me such a huge gift. I will never forget her and her gift to me.</div>
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After lunch, we went back to the Compassion center where the children were eating the same lunch we had just enjoyed. They soon joined us in the sanctuary of the church and were so excited to talk with us and just be with us. No sponsor groups had ever visited the Compassion centers in the jungle, so this was a great treat for them. <br />
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We went outside to play with the kids, and it was great fun. One of our translators, who is an American who married a Peruvian and has lived in Peru for 4 1/2 years, decided to teach them to play "Duck, Duck, Goose," although in Spanish, it is "Pato, Pato, Gonzo." That was a HUGE hit with the kids! Our circle got so big that we had to take the little ones out and put them in their own circle. We did not want to leave, and the children didn't want us to, of course.<br />
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After the visit with Serafina and with the children at the project, I couldn't understand how anyone could possibly complain about something a trivial as air conditioning in the hotel that might not be quite up to first world standards. Poverty is moving when we read about--that's why we sponsor these children--but when I saw it with my own eyes, it humbled me. I grew up in a family that sometimes had to scrape for food, but this was totally different. I will never forget it.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00357264534666010941noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767981083789225831.post-77177113476662828762012-10-24T20:43:00.002-04:002017-04-02T07:48:24.750-04:00Peru, Part 1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Last week, I was in Peru with Compassion International, from the 13th through the 21st, to be exact.<br />
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I left my house at 4 AM on the 13th and after four airports and three flights, landed in Lima at 9 PM (10 PM Eastern). <br />
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It was my first time <i>really</i> being out of the US. I have been to Canada, Bermuda, and the Bahamas, but South America is a totally different story. It was my first time in a country whose official language was not English. I have been studying Spanish (mostly on my own) for about a year and a half, but I have a LONG way to go before I am fluent.<br />
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The next morning, we split into two groups (over 50 people total) to go to a church service at a Compassion church partner. At the church where my group went, the children were waiting to greet us outside the church. I was SOOOOO excited to see them! That was my main reason for going to Peru--to see the children, especially the boy (young man) I sponsor.<br />
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When we walked into the church, the people were already seated for the service, and they clapped for each of us! I kept thinking, "I don't deserve this." The pastor at the church spoke about giving to the poor. Seriously??? Man, that was humbling!! The pastor and people of this church are the ones who deserve the recognition.</div>
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After the service, we were treated to snacks, mostly pastries, that were made by the teenagers of the church. I don't even know what it all was, but I do know it was incredibly delicious! The center has a cooking class for the teenagers. I was very impressed with that because I believe that cooking is a very important skill to learn. Those teenagers will be able to use their skill to make money. Believe me, I would buy their pastries!!</div>
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After church, we went to a restaurant next to the ocean to have lunch. I learned that Peruvian time is NOT the same as US time. We were eating lunch at 3 and didn't finish until 6.<br />
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The food was amazing! I felt guilty for having such awesome food, knowing that so many in Peru have barely any food.</div>
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This is purple corn juice--chicha. It is very popular in Peru, and I liked it a lot.</div>
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When we returned to the hotel, we met with eight LDP students. It was amazing to hear them speak. I knew that LDP is hard to get into, but I didn't realize all that is involved. They have to go before a panel of judges who show no emotion when they interview the students. They go through a series of three interviews. If the make it into the program, they not only have to study, but they also have to serve at their church and do community work. I have a new appreciation of that program.</div>
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That was all for the first day. The second day, we spent TEN hours in a bus going over the Andes mountain to the jungle. I was so afraid of getting altitude or motion sickness, but I got neither. Well, I did get a very bad headache as we drove toward our highest point, 14,800 feet, but it subsided once we began our descent.</div>
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We thought the trip would take five hours, so it was a little difficult for us to cope with the ten. The road is very narrow, very twisty, and has no guard rail in most areas. We were in a double-decker bus that often had to drive into the left line to make the turns because they were like very tight U turns. It was unbelievable! I went from living 8 feet above sea level to riding on a bus almost 15,000 feet above sea level. Even the people from Colorado said that they no longer consider the Rockies to be mountains after seeing the Andes. I'm including a few pictures. I have lots and lots. (Of course)</div>
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When we finally arrived at the hotel in the jungle town, La Merced, we found that there were not enough rooms because another group had stayed over (although that was worked out somehow). I was given a key (not a card, a key) to a room and when I unlocked the door, I found that it was already occupied. Thank God the people weren't in the room, just their belongings. Just as I was about to go back to the desk, a girl ran up with another key. Whew!</div>
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THEN . . . the power went out! It was very hot and humid, of course, which I didn't mind at all. It really wasn't different from Virginia Beach in the summer, which I love. Some of our group members were even trapped in the elevator! That wasn't funny until they started to climb out. Then we laughed really hard. The power kept coming on and going back off. I thought it was funny; others . . . not so much. But I mean, we were in a third world country, after all. I was just so excited about being able to visit the children the next day that I was not concerned about being personally uncomfortable.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00357264534666010941noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767981083789225831.post-34395505977617382672012-09-16T18:09:00.000-04:002012-10-13T05:24:30.057-04:00Great Things Await Me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So . . . ever since I signed up for the trip to Peru, I have face a lot of adversity. Nothing really, really bad, but enough to wear me down. It's mostly from work, with people criticizing me even though I take great pride in going beyond what is expected of me, and MORE people compliment me and thank me for my help.<br />
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Why is it the negative ones that stick with us? As tobyMac said recently, I don't want to fall into "Christianese," but I am fighting a spiritual battle at work.<br />
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July was my one month off (I am an 11-month school employee), so I was looking forward to resting and being refreshed. Instead, I spent the month taking care of my 17-year-old nephew who broke his ankle badly on my first day of vacation. I wouldn't trade that time with him for anything, but it took its toll on me.<br />
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Now I have received my travel packet from Compassion and found that my last name is misspelled on my ticket from Miami to Lima. Needless to say, it doesn't match the name on my passport. This does not bode well. However, the Compassion trip leader has assured me that he can fix it easily on Monday morning.<br />
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I feel very discouraged in my life. I know it's my fault because I have to change my focus and not allow "things" to get me down. I feel as if I keep getting kicked in the same spot, and it hurts more each time. One hit on a football player is okay, but when half the team "piles on," bad stuff can happen. Unless you're Hines Ward and you're made of steel and just get up smiling no matter how much it hurts.<br />
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What I believe with all that has happened in the last few months is that Satan really doesn't want me to go to Peru. I have felt like giving up many times. I feel so inadequate. I don't think I know enough Spanish (because I'm a perfectionist) even though I've been studying. I feel like I won't do a good job with the children, even though I'm a teacher, and that's my God-given strength. I'm afraid I will get sick when we travel over the mountains into the jungle. I live at sea level, and we will be going 15,000 feet above sea level! <br />
I wish I were in better physical shape so that I wouldn't get tired and I would look better when I meet my sponsored child, but a foot injury, for which I will have surgery and miss three months of work when I return from Peru, has kept me from working out the way I like. Yet another obstacle.<br />
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All this discouragement that I feel and the obstacles I've faced tells me that great things will happen in Peru. I know it will be a life-changing event, but I believe it will go beyond that. There are forces trying to keep me out of that country. <br />
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Something great from God awaits me.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00357264534666010941noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767981083789225831.post-21081492650803040602012-09-13T20:14:00.000-04:002012-09-16T19:33:40.951-04:00If Only I Had Known . . . <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="s1">When You first spoke to my heart about child sponsorship at that newsboys’ concert a few years ago (You know exactly how many, but I don’t remember), I had no idea at the time that it would be a life changing experience.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Well, You know that I didn’t respond that night. Something kept me from it. I think we left right away, and I used that as my “out.” I was afraid to make a monthly financial commitment because You know how much anxiety I have about finances. I sometimes wonder if a child suffered because I didn’t listen to You.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">But You didn’t let go. There they were again--newsboys--talking about helping our neighbors in Mexico, and I knew I couldn’t walk away this time. It’s really amazing to look back at how You design everything to fall into place in my life, so that my life follows the plan You have for it, even if I’m sometimes too thick-headed to respond right away. How many times have I cried to You out of loneliness because I have no family, because people look down on me for having no children of my own?</span></div>
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<span class="s1">But You gave me children. Lots of them. They are my family--those sweet Compassion children. And in them I see You. They love so freely. They don’t know me. They’ve never met me. Yet they love me. They send me “besos y abrazos” with every letter, and I accept those as Your love for me.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">You have taught me so much through them, to look beyond my own selfish world to see a hurting and devastated world that needs Your love, to see how little these children have when I thought I was the one with very little. I have so much.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">They have changed my life. They have filled my life. I needed a reason to live, and You gave me my Compassion children. Now I know that someone needs me, someone loves me, someone depends on me. I’m important. ME. Important.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">I signed on to give to them, to help them, but You have given so much to me through them.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">And now . . . as I prepare to meet one of them in person, I am amazed beyond words at what you have done with my life, from a small village in Ohio where I had little, knew very little love, to a week in Peru ministering to your children and fulfilling the dream of one very special one. I can’t even imagine what You will do with my heart during that week and that one very special day that I will spend with Jack.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">I can’t imagine why You have chosen me, but I am grateful that You entrust me with Your very precious children.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00357264534666010941noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767981083789225831.post-38540953110276312682012-09-10T01:29:00.000-04:002012-09-10T01:31:34.259-04:00Sponsor a Child Today<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
When you walk into a 7-11 or other convenience store, do you ever think about how you could spend your money more wisely? $1.69 for a 20 oz. Diet Coke (that's my vice)? That's more than many villages in Africa average <b><i>in a month</i></b>. An entire month. Think about that . . . .<br />
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Can we even imagine?<br />
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When you look at the Big Bites and the Breakfast Bites and . . . to be honest, I don't even know what they sell back there because I stay away. But what I do know is that we have SO much, and SO many have SO little. Why? Why must wee keep it all to ourselves?<br />
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I cringe when I hear how much the people who are in line in front of me are spending on lottery tickets, cigarettes, alcohol, and horribly unhealthy food. What I could do with that money to help those who can't even afford a $1.25 shot for malaria!<br />
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But I help a few. I help those I sponsor. I help those to whom I send money to Compassion for mosquito nets. I help those who are sponsored because of my testimony.<br />
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So why not jump on board? Why do we keep living in our small worlds, wishing, drooling over, hoping for the latest tech gadget (all Apple for me) when someone like my Francis finds it a treat just to have a glass of milk for breakfast?<br />
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Don't wait any longer. <a href="http://www.compassion.com/sponsor_a_child/default.htm">Sponsor a child today by clicking here</a>.<br />
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It will enrich your life beyond what you could ever imagine.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00357264534666010941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767981083789225831.post-88139720288547206792012-08-26T22:11:00.002-04:002012-08-26T22:12:25.622-04:00Compassion's Child Survival Program<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Will you consider supporting a Child Survival Program for only $20/month? I support one in Haiti.</div>
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Here are some other videos and information about Compassion's CSP. It is an awesome program.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00357264534666010941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767981083789225831.post-13006739098330387722012-07-06T18:18:00.000-04:002012-07-06T18:18:22.093-04:00Enjoy Every Moment<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
On Monday, the 2nd, I was thinking about how I often wish away my time. There are so many things I was looking forward to--a trip to Pittsburgh this weekend with my nephew to see the Pirates, a Compassion Advocates retreat the following weekend, and the ultimate--my tip to Perú in October. <br />
Then I realized, hey, this is my month off from work, and I'm wishing it away. So I decided that I need to remember to treasure each moment, and even though I look forward to those events, not to wish the days away so that I can get to them.<br />
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Then I got a call from my brother at 6:30 on Tuesday morning. I sleep really deeply, so I didn't wake up right away, and I was so groggy that I couldn't find my phone in time to answer. But I thought, "If he's calling me this early, something happened to one of his kids."<br />
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That was confirmed when I called him back. My 17-year-old nephew had flipped a street legal golf cart and completely destroyed all the bones in his ankle. I went to the hospital to be with him while he waited for surgery--reconstructive surgery. The most difficult thing I've ever had to do was watch him lie there in excruciating pain.<br />
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My nephew is like my own son. We have been close friends since he was first born. We have traveled the country visiting various baseball parks. When he was younger, he used to call me and ask me to "tum pick me up" so he could spend the weekend with me. He has often said he wishes I could be his mom.<br />
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Watching him was like watching my own child.<br />
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The surgery was a success (thanks to a lot of metal), and on Wednesday, we were able to go on a little adventure in a wheelchair three floors down to the vending machine, and then go back up to his floor to watch fireworks from across the river in Norfolk. It was something I will always remember.<br />
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I am reminded again not to wish away my time. The trip to Pittsburgh is off, of course. I might not make it to the Compassion Advocates Retreat. But the most important thing is for me to help my brother with my nephew and treasure every moment I have with him.<br />
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I love Isaac's drawings. Even though he's been writing his own letters since I started sponsoring him when he was 7, he always draws. I have fun trying to figure out what each item is, and his drawings have become more detailed. I share them here for your enjoyment.<br />
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