If you’ve visited my blog for sometime now you have probably noticed on my left sidebar a graphic to sponsor a child in poverty through Compassion. There’s a reason for that.

Years ago, when my daughter was little and I was trying to eek out a living for the two of us, the Lord put it on my heart to sponsor a child. It was down right CRAZY. I was no where near making ends meet and spending $26/month back then for someone I didn’t even know, half way around the world who was just about as poor as we were…come ON.

I couldn’t help it.

I knew that although we had nothing compared to most here, that little girl from India had even less than that. She needed me. The Lord needed me to help her. I HAD to do it!

What if no one else helped her?!

I remember pouring over the faces on the paper cards. The posed pictures of children, some smiling, some looking frightened, some lost and alone, just staring…

Their eyes…oh those eyes…

I began to pray. I asked the Lord to show me who He wanted us to sponsor. I can’t remember why I chose the little girl from India other I had a soft spot in my heart for the country and that maybe she and I, or my daughter, shared a birthday? but when I saw her, I knew she was the one.

Her name was Sangeeta and she lived with her family in Uttar Pradesh, India. That night, we took her home with us.

I’d like to say I was the perfect sponsor. As time went on, the money per month was hard to come by, but I kept trying to faithfully pay. I wish I could say I wrote her all the time and sent her great things, I can’t. I was constantly moving and looking for work, food and housing. Writing a letter to a foreign girl in a foreign country wasn’t in the forefront of my mind, it should have been, at least a lot closer to the front. I had a lot of guilt that I never did enough, but I would always make sure I paid for her support, somehow, some way, until one day I got a letter.

It was an official letter. I can’t remember if it said she had graduated the program up to the point they had for her or was in it as long as she could be or if they, Compassion, had to move out of the area she lived in, but I do remember it said she was no longer in the program and that I no longer needed to send her anything.

I cried. Oh, I how I cried. I dropped to the floor and prayed so hard and fervently and passionately for Sangeeta. I prayed she would forgive me for not being a better sponsor and I begged the Lord to make sure He took care of her and that she and her family wouldn’t get lost in this crazy, busy world. I poured my heart out to the Lord for her and her family. I needed the weight of my guilt to be pardoned.

I’ve never forgotten about Sangeeta or her family. My daughter and I still pray for her, for all of them. Now that I’m older, wiser and a lot more mature and responsible and stable, I feel the Lord has been tugging at my heart to do something for children like Sangeeta, organizations like Compassion.

Have you heard of Compassion? Did you know their slogan is “Releasing Children from Poverty in Jesus’ Name”? How awesome is that?!

Could you take a few moments to hop over to Compassion’s website to pray for these little ones? To ask the Lord if He wants you to sponsor one of them? To at least see what they’re about, what they’re in the business of doing? I think that would be fantastic and wonderful! Thank you, in advance, for taking a step toward reaching out to the least of these, even if it starts as a prayer. It ALL counts!

I also want to let you know that because my heart breaks for these little ones and aches to see them free in Jesus’ name, I have decided to join the team of Compassion Bloggers! I am so thrilled to my toes about it! Will you help me spread the word about the great things they are doing? Will you come back and read about my journey as I share with you?

Join the Compassion Blogger Network


Soli Deo Gloria…


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Michelle ~ Blogging from the Boonies September 21, 2012 at 2:37 pm

This is such a moving post. I’ve heard similar stories from other former sponsors, and I hope you have been able to move past the guilt you carried. Yes, letters and relationship are very important, but you were still giving beyond the comfort zone and that is honorable!

It was nice seeing you at the Twitter party last night!


Anna Radchenko @ Here Am I September 28, 2012 at 12:55 pm

wow. such a powerful story. I’m speechless… but my heart, mind, and soul are speaking LOUDLY.


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