On January 2, 2012, I wrote a blog post titled, Letting Your Life Speak. In that post, I reflected on some changes I wanted to make in my life. Specifically, I want my life to speak this year. And I’m not referring to the wild, loud and crazy words that fly out of this mouth daily.
Surprising, I know.
Basically, letting my life speak – to me – means making a difference when and wherever I can. From the most simplest of tasks to bigger, more important and maybe even life-changing tasks.
Funny thing is, when I sat down at my computer tonight, I had intended to share a story about helping a neighbor unload a chair. Not to brag or boast about helping someone, but because a bulky 138 pound box is no match for three women, a furniture dolly, and a load of motivation.
Instead though, I am typing freely. As the words form from the tips of my fingers onto my keyboard, I am letting my heart do the writing today.
A few weeks ago, I received an e-mail from World Vision about becoming a Child Ambassador. As I read the words on my screen, I felt like God was speaking directly to me. If you haven’t read my World Vision testimony, you can go here to read all about it. And before you go and get all crazy about kids here in the United States starving and why can’t we just feed THEM, believe me when say, I thought AND EVEN SPOKE those same words. Seriously, you should just go that post before you read any further.
Maybe it’s just me, but when a person runs her mouth and pretty much challenges God, and HE, Himself, shows up ON THE SPOT, in an arena, at 8AM on a Saturday morning, she has no other option than to
laugh and tell God that she gets it! answer the call and sponsor a little girl named Mercy with a birthday the exact same day as her son because just minutes before she declared, “Now maybe if God put a kid on my seat with the exact same birthday as one of my boys, I might think differently.”
My. Exact. Words.
And just because God is God, guess what He did?
He placed a picture folder of a little girl named Mercy in an orange bag on my seat in that arena with a November 1st birthday.
The same birthday as Alex.
And, as you will read in that post, there is A LOT MORE to this story. So much so that I looked up and laughed and said to Him, “YOU. are. so. funny!”
I HEARD HIM then, and I heard him a few weeks ago. I had no choice but be obedient to His calling.
I now have, in my possession five children currently needing a sponsor. I mean, obviously I don’t HAVE the children, as in have them here, but I have five folders bearing the names and pictures of five precious children.
And if you feel so led, I would love to talk to you about sponsoring one of them.
I thought about taking a picture of the folders and sharing it here on the blog, but I’m just not convinced I am supposed to do that. Just because I have chosen to let my life speak, I would never want you to think that I am hounding, harassing, or begging on my blog.
With that said, can I ask that you would pray with me for these children.
I will list their names, and their birthdates so that you can call them out by name.
The Bible says where two or three are gathered, HE WILL BE THERE. I am trusting Him to find sponsors for my five children who are really HIS children.
Suprika (g) – birthday: March 19, 2001 – from India
William (b) – birthday: November 13, 2002 – from Burundi
Dancile (g) – birthday: September 5, 2003 – from Burundi
Ashenafi (b) – birthday: June 27, 2002 – from Ethiopia
Martha (g) – birthday: June 19, 2000 – from Ethiopia
Even though He could do all of this on His own, He is allowing me to be a part of it. I think that’s pretty awesome.
I said I wanted to let my life speak, and that’s exactly what I intend to do.
One day at a time.