Finally

I’ve been watching from the sidelines for a couple years as friends and strangers sponsor Compassion children.  I’m not exactly sure what I’ve been waiting for.  Enough money?  (is there ever enough?)  More time? (was I really that busy?) .  Whatever excuse I could conjure up, I would use to talk myself out of it.

Besides, I didn’t want to take this commitment lightly.

Like many of you, Mr. D and I receive many requests every year to donate to various causes, or support someone going on a mission trip, or support a missionary.  Mr. D is a very generous man.  He gives easily.  I, however, am challenged in the giving arena.  Over the years we’ve given toward many a mission trip, missionary, and project, and we send support to a few missionaries.  We are no strangers to giving.  It seemed easier to mail a check for $25 or $50 or even $100 here and there or once a month, than it did to commit to monthly giving for years….to a child.  I have no idea why though.

The desire to sponsor a child had been building and burning in my heart over the last several months.  When our church presented the opportunity to sponsor children following our weekend services last weekend, I knew, without a doubt, that this was my time.

Mr. D walked up to the table and looked over the sweet faces of the children in need of sponsors.  I avoided looking.  We hadn’t discussed sponsoring a child ahead of time, though I was pretty sure Mr. D would want to.  Looking at the pictures wasn’t an option for me.  How could I ever choose?  So I did what I could.  I walked to my seat in church.

Following a brief video presentation on Compassion sponsorship, I leaned over and whispered to Mr. D, “I’d like to sponsor a child”.  With a warm smile, he said, “there’s a little boy who was born on our anniversary”.  

We are proud, pleased as punch, and excited to tell you that Mr. D and I have sponsored a sweet little boy.