i have been feeling highly convicted lately to pray for, think about, write to, my dear sweet children that are around the world--my compassion children. i shamelessly admit that i get teary-eyed when i hold and read each letter from them and look at the few pictures we have of them. i feel like i do very little for them--sponsorship, writing letters and e-mails, and sending a small packet of photos and hand-drawn pictures from my children to them seems like a trifle when i know a portion of all that they struggle with in day-to-day life. and then i read this:
those little e-mails and notes are making a difference in children's lives.
that humbles me.
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