My family and I sponsor several children all over the world as a direct result of Myquillyn’s trip with Compassion International to Tanzania last year.
As I read her posts this week, I was moved to tears again. I read about this beautiful 11 year old named Grace.
From Myquillyn’s blog post:
Grace sits still next to her mom and listens as she tells us about how her husband, Grace’s dad was killed, how they were taken captive, freed, and captive again. How rebels cut off her grandmother’s breasts. How people promised to protect them only to chase them away. Not once, but twice.
I can’t help but wonder what I was doing the day Grace’s daddy was killed. What was I fretting over the day her mother held her hands up and surrendered after watching as the men in their family were beaten to death? And how am I even sitting here with an empty bottle of Fanta soda in front of me typing out the words “captured” and “daddy was killed.”?
This really happened. It doesn’t sink in. And still hasn’t.
As I read Myquillyn’s story of Grace in my warm office with my hot coffee and my healthy salad (actually it was taco bell bean burritos), with locks on my doors, in my safe neighborhood, a refrigerator full of food, with running water in all three of my bathrooms, I cried.
I wanted the world to know about Grace, the other children in Uganda who need sponsors, about Compassion International. What could I do? Run around to all my neighbors, bang on their doors and shake them while I cried about children who need help? My neighbors already think I’m crazy painting chairs, bringing home discarded wood in the back of my truck, painting everything blue.
I decided I could start with my family. My husband and two kids. That evening after we finished eating the incredible meal I sweated over (chicken nuggets and mac n cheese), I made them sit and had my husband read the blog post about Grace out loud. I don’t want to mislead you. This isn’t something we normally do. I wish we sat around and discussed religion and things going on in the world, but with an 11 year old and an 8 year old and a husband who is just as hyper and fun as they are, I’m lucky to get a word in edgewise. I’m just patting myself on the back that we still have dinner together as a family most nights. Not a lot of worldly things being discussed at our dinner table, but at least we are together.
But we stayed seated at the table after the nuggets were long gone and he read. After we read Myquillyn’s first post something happened. They wanted to hear more. So we read another one.
Since that night at dinner my kids have started praying for the kids we sponsor in a new way. They are praying for Grace. Yesterday something else incredible happened. My husband came and sat in my office and kinda out of the blue asked me to forward him the link to Myquillyn’s blog. He was going to forward her posts on to coworkers and friends so they too could her about Grace and Compassion International.
So this weekend if you haven’t already, take a few minutes and read about my friend’s trip to Uganda. Visit Compassion International’s website. I promise it will change your heart, make you hug your family a little longer, and make you appreciate all that you have, and maybe sponsor a child in need.