I Wonder

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I wonder…

In my mind it’s a sunny warm day, the dust is blowing tainted clouds into the village. As people carry on, washing clothes and searching for food, a complete stranger with a kind face comes up to a little girl named Margaret and says he has been looking for her.

I met this girl last summer. She had been selected to come to camp for the first time, giving her a chance to be sponsored, a chance to go to school, a chance to have a meal a day, a chance to have a better future. That is, if her counselor (i.e. me) can come back to the states and find someone willing to pay $44 a month for that chance to become reality.

I didn’t know at first the responsibility I was about to carry. As I stood there on that hill in Africa, I had ten sweet girls staring at me. They all needed that chance. I stared back at their faces, praying about which one I should sponsor personally. Of course I would make sure there were sponsors for them all. I knew it was a plausible request. I mean, most of us spend $44 a week at target or on a pedicure, so $44 a month to change a life, seemed like a no-brainer to me. So, I knew at the end of the day, I would be one of those people to give up $44 a month to bring life to a set of empty eyes. The question that bothered me was which girl to pick.

Then I knew.  It was the moment when she told me her story. How her mother had died, along with four of her siblings, leaving only her and her twin sister Joyce.

But this summer, there wasn’t enough room for Joyce to come to camp too. So back home, there was a little girl having to do all of the cleaning, search for all of the food, and manage whatever means of income they had. I knew that I wanted to scoop them both up. I couldn’t imagine Margaret getting dressed in her school uniform and walking down that dirt road while Joyce just sat and watched her sister walk by. I couldn’t imagine Joyce being left behind with no education, less food, and less hope. What would that feel like.

I wonder

So, I sponsored them both. They wouldn’t find out that they had been sponsored until after I left and the organization contacted them, but I made a point to find Joyce, hug her and look at her sweet face.

But I still wonder what was it like when the stranger came to their dwelling and asked not only for  Margret, but also Joyce. I wonder how surprised Joyce was when she found out she was going to school too. I wonder if her mind was spinning, wondering why and how it could have happened. She didn’t get to attend camp, in her mind that meant she didn’t even have the possibility of a sponsor.

Because no one knew her name

no one looked into her sweet eyes

because she didn’t have a counselor

because no one was coming back to the us to advocate for her.

But God knows

He sees

He cares

and he gives everyone the opportunity to do the same.

Kadison and I each sponsor two girls.

We advocate and have found sponsors for twenty two.

Kadison had someone go back into the compounds to find their siblings and i wonder when a stranger asked if she could take their picture if just for a moment they thought there might be hope for them too.

Let us know if you want to pay $44 a month to change a life.We can tell you more about the siblings that are left.  There is no greater joy, i promise.

Deadline for sponsorship is tomorrow. Contact me if you want to see pictures of the siblings still needing sponsors.

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