tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64142157406733665492024-03-20T00:41:35.950-03:00Compassion Can {Beyond Measure}JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05692603062067512190noreply@blogger.comBlogger249125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414215740673366549.post-19565167398823465262017-04-21T18:57:00.000-03:002017-06-05T22:00:03.059-03:00Ghana Keep Going - Together For TechnologyIt was a recurring theme, it seemed. In many of the letters our sponsored child wrote to us in the past 7 years, Ato Sam included drawings of computers, laptops, monitors, and keyboards. <div>
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<span style="text-align: center;">Ato Sam's Drawing -- age 10</span></div>
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Technology was something he was learning about in school.</div>
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In rural communities like his, access to computers is a luxury. Children learn about technology in school, but without the benefit of a computer to practice on -- much less a computer lab. </div>
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As they get older, students are expected to take the National ICT Exams (Information, Computer, Technology) in order to further their education. The government understands that in order for their economy to grow and thrive competitively in the global market, technology must become part of the curriculum. Great emphasis is placed on passing the ICT exams, but the resources to level the playing field for all students is sorely lacking.</div>
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Students from large urban centers who are exposed to computer equipment they can learn from and practice with consistently do better on these exams than students from remote areas learning computer skills without access to the same resources.</div>
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Ato Sam's Drawing -- age 11</div>
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The community leaders in Enyan Abaasa knew the lack of computer equipment resources was a significant obstacle in their community in terms of education, and for vocational opportunities as well. It's not only students that would benefit from these resources, but their families too. Providing access to computer training for an adult would open doors for jobs that would have been out of reach without computer skills. </div>
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When planning the literacy center building several years ago, the Greater Grace Child Development Center where Ato Sam attends made the decision to step out in faith and reserve the largest portion of the literacy center building for a computer lab. Once completed, this computer lab would serve the entire community. </div>
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When we traveled to Enyan Abaasa in April, we were shown the literacy resource center in person. It was beyond our expectations -- it was clear they had thought the plans through carefully, and the result was a carefully built resource center that would serve the community very well.</div>
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<i>The literacy center in Enyan Abaasa, March 2017<br />The door on the left (closed) leads to the office, storage room and bathrooms. <br />The open door in the middle is for the library. <br />The door where the gentleman is standing leads to the computer lab room.<br />(The unfinished building to the far left is the unfinished kitchen facilities building.)</i></blockquote>
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The heart of the literacy center is the library portion in the middle. Shelves line the walls, with benches and tables in the center for people to read, research and study with the help of the library books. </div>
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To the left of the library is a doorway leading to an office, and further down the hallway were two bathrooms and a small storage room. The bathrooms don't yet have plumbing fixtures, but once it has running water and fixtures, it will be another valuable resource for the community. Currently only a third of the people in Ghana have access to sanitation infrastructure. Running water is rare in the majority of homes, much less toilets and sinks. </div>
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Through a separate exterior doorway to the right of the library is the future home of the computer lab. The unfinished room is roughly 20' x 30', enough to have a dozen workstations along with a teacher's desk and other equipment, such as a printer, tablets, etc. </div>
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We heard so much passion in the leaders' voices when they gave us a tour of the future computer lab.</div>
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We listened as they explained why they chose to earmark a significant portion of the literacy resource center for this, and how much of an impact it would make for their community really moved our hearts. </div>
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It was clear. Without this, the literacy center wouldn't be complete.</div>
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I had suspected all along that it would be the step of our partnership with Enyan Abaasa. This visit confirmed it. It didn't surprise me to receive that all too familiar feeling of what we would be working on next. I've come to expect it on these trips. </div>
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In all honesty, though, I had planned to take a small "breather" from global projects after this trip, much to the amusement of anyone who knows me. My husband, my kids and my co-workers would roll their eyes or laugh and say "You mean, like for a day, or maybe two?" They knew me well. I have been working on humanitarian projects for the past 7 years, sometimes on more than one major project at a time, and this trip was my 7th in as many years. </div>
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What I didn't anticipate that day was my husband Will's response to the tour of the computer lab. On the way back to the guest house after all the activities that day, Will turned to me and said "This needs to be completed. We need to get started on this as soon as possible. When we get home, we'll start working on this, we will raise funds, we will network and help them get this finished, and when we come back in 2-3 years, this will all be up and running." Over and over again, he brought this up, brainstorming how we could raise funds, who might be interested in getting involved, what the logistics might be...</div>
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He felt the same urgency I did. I could tell by the way he spoke about it that his heart had been captured in the same way mine had. </div>
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<i>Oh, how I had prayed for this...</i></div>
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When he and I first met, he was not involved in any non-profit work, and was somewhat skeptical of charitable organizations and giving to projects in developing countries. The more he got to know me and saw the work I was involved with -- hearing the stories and getting to know the people -- the more his perspective changed. We are very careful with donations -- our own funds and the funds entrusted to us to donate to these projects. We work hard for our money and want it to have a significant positive impact where it is spent. He trusted me with these decisions, knowing I had done my homework and was careful about which organizations we supported. </div>
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Still, as encouraging and supportive as he became, he was not as directly involved as I was other than to willingly agree to give of our resources to these worthwhile efforts and to be my sounding board and a source of encouragement. He just had no personal reference points, having never traveled outside of North America or spent time with these people that I have come to love. </div>
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<i>And so I patiently prayed.</i></div>
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As the trip approached, he became more interested. </div>
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As we arrived in Ghana, he became completely invested.</div>
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He was the first to say those words -- "When we come back..." He said it the very first day we spent in Ghana, and all the more after our time in Enyan Abaasa. Even when we came back home, exhausted and completely spent, he was still talking about our return to Ghana. He spoke about the trip and all that we experienced to his clients and to his friends. He talked about it as much as I did -- which astounds the kids, I'm sure. </div>
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<i>Just when I thought I couldn't love him more.</i></div>
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Sharing our love for Ato Sam.</div>
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For serving.</div>
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Roughly a month after we returned from Ghana, I received the news that I had been awarded the UTE Humanitarian Award at work for the second time. The award includes a financial donation towards the charity of my choice. </div>
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I called Will to share the news and to ask him for his thoughts on where we should direct the prize funds. His response was immediate and enthusiastic -- "Send it to Compassion right away to help get the computer lab started. They already have the basic construction done, all they need is to finish the interior, build the furniture, and obtain some computer equipment. The funds should help them finish the interior, maybe even more. Once that's done, we'll find out what's left to do, and we'll take it from there. They'll be so encouraged to receive report so soon after our time there, that will show them how important this is to us, and how supportive we are of the work they've done so far. The timing is perfect, this is such good news for them!"</div>
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small holes in the hot metal roof, creating tiny beams of light that felt like
peace dancing down on us from above. The
shutters were pulled open on the three of the four small windows, where a few children had
climbed into the windowsills from the outside to catch a glimpse at the ‘obrunis’
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When we had arrived moments earlier, the boys ran out to the
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The boys had grown so much.
We had visited them a little over 5 years ago within a month of their 6<sup>th</sup>
birthday, their tiny bodies so small we easily carried them in our arms, and
now here they stood at the age of 11, tall and lean, their heads reaching the
height of my shoulders and their faces showing recognition. This time, they knew exactly who we were, and
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Some things hadn’t changed – I still had some trouble
telling them apart. They had outgrown
their Thing 1 and Thing 2 shirts from years ago and now stood in matching
uniforms, daring me to guess which one was which. “Easy!”, I quipped. “This one is George Essel Botchwey,” I said, pointing randomly to one of them, and then pointing to the other… “and this one is George Essel Botchwey!” A few chuckles rang around the room from
their family. Yes, these two identical
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flip flops – the ones worn by Panyin were green, matching my eyes. The ones worn by Kakra were blue just like
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The boys’ mother, tall and lean just like them, sat across
from us with radiant peace and joy etched deep into her youthful face. She hadn’t aged at all, in fact, if anything,
she looked younger. Her husband leaned
in, completely engaged into the conversations as he had been on our last
visit. We all talked for a while, shared
our purpose for our travels to Ghana, and our gratitude at the opportunity to visit
them again. We joked a bit about the
heat, explaining how different it is from the climate back home, where it feels
as much below the freezing point as it was above the freezing point in
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showing the curious Georges how to use them to build things, hoping this would make
sense to them. Legos were a rare novelty
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Time slipped through our fingers all too quickly, as we
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">At a glance, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Yes,
raw sewage gutters lined the side of the streets, separating the buildings from
the road as far as the eye could see, with rickety boards or cement blocks
placed across the gutters so that we could safely cross over to the buildings
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">This was Ghana, and for Ghana, this was pretty typical whether you were in Osu, an urban, bustling part of Accra, or in a small community such as this. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">In the months leading up to this trip, I had researched many of the challenges facing Ghanaians, and sanitation was near the top of that list. Being married to a plumber, I knew that he would take interest in knowing how Ghana manages this concern compared to the way it is managed back home. Only roughly one third of Ghanaians have access to some form of sanitation infrastructure such as toilets, pit latrines or other means, and most of the sewage in Ghana is not processed in ways that reduce the impact on health and environment. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">It is an unthinkable but well known fact that it is easier for people in extreme poverty to access a cell phone than a toilet.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The local pastor led our team across the gutter under the
watchful eye of a nearby merchant selling her items a few feet away. Once across, we entered a small concrete walkway
between two buildings, much as we’d done earlier when visiting the home of
Prince, a sponsored child from Enyan Abaasa.
Even the yellow walls were the same color they’d been in the walkway
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Really, nothing seemed out of the ordinary… but two things we’d been told in preparation
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">We were here on behalf of Beth, a sponsor from the US who
had some concerns about her sponsored child, Vivian, who lived near the area
where we were working this week. </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Beth had shared with us that the letters from Vivian were very basic and repetitive even after a few years of sponsorship, leaving her feeling very disconnected and concerned as a sponsor.</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">We
contacted Compassion ahead of time and asked if there was any way we could get
to speak to the child development workers and to meet the child and her family
while we were in their area.</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Compassion did their best to work this into our already full schedule, and that was what had led us to this small community in the Central Region. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Just before we drove to this area where Vivian and her
family lives, we dropped by the local church office where the Compassion staff
met with us for a few moments. Vivian is registered with this Compassion affiliated church. One of the district supervisors, Samuel, had been our Compassion host when
I traveled to Ghana in 2011. It was great to connect with him after all these years. He was glad to see us back in Ghana and to hear of the journey that had led us here, and he gave
us the opportunity to go through Vivian’s file, much as we had done with our
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struggled in school, and that the letters were indeed reserved and
guarded. We asked the staff about Vivian’s family
situation, and rather than to simply answer, the workers looked at each other, their expressions telling us that they were looking for the right words to
convey that things were very difficult in Vivian’s situation. What they did say was that Vivian has developmental challenges
and that as for the family situation, we would see for ourselves when we
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children playing in a small rocky yard surrounded by a small tightly packed cluster of homes with rusty metal roofs. Nearby, a beautiful young woman with an infant
strapped tightly to her back bent low over a tub of soapy water, scrubbing
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travels, including some of the homes we had visited earlier. There had been crumbling walls and holes in
the roof at the twins’ home an hour or two earlier… and more.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">This, though… this was different. There was no peace. What there was in its place was palpable
despair and disorder that we hadn’t experienced elsewhere that day, or on this trip. The home was in very poor shape, probably the worst we'd personally seen. The family dynamics were visibly strained. And mere feet away, raw sewage was snaking its way between houses where children walk barefoot and play.</span></div>
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introductions and exchanges. Vivian’s mother
had several children and appeared to be expecting another child. Her countenance was distant and disconnected from the activities surrounding her. </span></div>
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typically absent in the home, and that Vivian was being raised by Vivian’s
grandmother. This helped explain the complete disconnect between Vivian and
her own mother. Thankfully, Vivian's grandmother is warm, welcoming and provided the best environment she could for the children. </span></div>
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woman with the infant on her back, washing clothes.
The small, barefoot children we had seen when we first arrived were
Vivian’s younger siblings, three girls ages 9, 7 and 5. They were not
part of the sponsorship program, but the oldest three children, including Vivian, do attend school. </span></div>
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were no male parental figures in the family; not a grandparent, father, or a
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">When our leaders spoke to Vivian, she barely responded.</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">She sometimes stared into space or at her
feet until </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">her grandmother repeated the
questions directly to her.</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Sometimes,
she would quietly respond to her grandmother, but sometimes, the questions were
met with complete silence.</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">She seemed
like a shell of a child part of the time, and then at other times, she would
come alive and be in the moment with a warm smile.</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> It
became clear as we were there why there had been such a struggle getting to
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</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Not knowing what she had said, or why it had unsettled the local team, we
waited, anxious for them to translate her words to us.</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">They did not immediately translate.</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> We tried to coax them by telling us that we had a good sense of humor (nothing would surprise us!). Instead, they exchanged rapid-fire words among</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> one another in an effort to determine what was appropriate for them to
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we knew from our advocacy work that families are not permitted to ask
the sponsors for money or provisions, and we had also heard of desperate
families in developing nations, especially Haiti, asking for visitors to take a child back to North America with
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thought that came to mind – but it wasn’t a plea for money, it was a cry for
help. The grandmother is living in a
really difficult situation, being left to raise her grandchildren without a
husband to help her, without a source of income, in deplorable living conditions. Given Vivian’s development delays and the
family home environment being especially challenging, the grandmother was
desperate for support, but specifically told the local leadership that she
doesn’t want a handout, she wants help establishing a business so she could
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will take to help her get there.</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The
local leadership is prepared to help walk her through the necessary steps to
offer a long term solution, rather than a quick fix that isn’t
sustainable. To do this in a sustainable way c</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">ould take months, it could take longer.</span></div>
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practical ways to help would be to provide additional resources through
Compassion in the form of a financial gift specifically for this family, so
that the local leadership can have access these additional resources to help this grandmother obtain
what she needs to establish a sustainable source of income. Perhaps a small merchant stand, a sewing
enterprise, bead making supplies, taxi service, etc. </span></div>
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brings you to some of the hardest places and situations. There is extreme poverty nearly everywhere,
and it can at times be overwhelming as we know we can’t help with every single
situation we encounter, but there are times when we’re faced with a situation
and know we are meant to be a part of the changes that brings the opportunities
for a better future. <o:p></o:p></span></span></em></div>
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years has been a great example of focusing on one community, and doing
something to help meet their needs. It takes so little to make a positive impact in places like these.<o:p></o:p></span></span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">While in Ghana to wrap up the library project, we were able to determine what our next long term project will be, but
in the days following the visit to Vivian’s family, we determined that our
first priority and short term focus will be to help give a voice to Vivian's family, to invite people who come across this story to help be a part of the support
network for this family by praying and by helping us
gather the funds needed to send a family gift to Vivian's grandmother via Compassion. We can send a maximum of $1000 as a family
gift, but are hoping to send at least $400.<o:p></o:p></span></span></em></div>
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long term impact on this family’s well-being by helping this grandmother get a
source of income established so she can not only feed her family and meet their
needs, but perhaps eventually move out of this area and into a safer, cleaner
place for her family to live. She is
determined, hardworking and such a strong woman. She will rise above this, she
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gift. Beth has also committed $100 towards a family gift. If you would like to join us, no
amount is too small to make an impact.
Our Paypal address is <a href="mailto:Ghana@beyondmeasure.me">JD@beyondmeasure.me</a> or you can
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Leisurely visits with family, neighbors and friends is at the heart of the Acadian culture that I grew up in. I was always fascinated watching my mama visit with people, an art form that she seemed to have perfected and enjoyed so much, but as an extroverted introvert with a strong underlying current of social anxiety who moved mid-childhood between two very different cultures, I feel all thumbs when it comes to visits, social etiquette and cultural expectations. <br />
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We had people from the mission team committee for a potluck a few summers ago, and someone asked for a steak knife. I walked over to Will and whispered "Honey, what's a steak knife? Which ones are those? Do we have any?"<br />
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It skips a generation, it seems. Or, at the least, it skipped me. My mama always had people coming and going at her house almost every day, and was a mother hen to them all. By contrast, I could count on one hand how many times we've had people over in the past 5 years. <br />
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It was a bittersweet moment in our house when our neighbor's washing machine broke down. I jumped right in and invited them to use ours anytime they needed to. My heart went out to them -- I know how frustrating (and expensive) it is when something breaks down, especially a washing machine in a household with children, but in the same breath, I was admittedly excited and fascinated at the thought that they'd be dropping by often, even if only for a short while. I love our neighbors -- they're the kind of people that would end up coming over more than once even though I'm the world's worst host -- I don't offer coffee, since I don't have any, don't drink any, and wouldn't know how to make it... and would likely forget to even offer it. I'd be so excited someone was in our house that my mind would just go blank. [Ritalin is my friend] They see past my awkwardness and love me in the midst of life being real. Have I mentioned that I love our neighbors?<br />
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In my mind, Africa was different. After all, it's the land of Hakuna Matata. No worries, right? Africa, a place where I can just relax and be myself and not worry about being all thumbs.<br />
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The Ghanaian culture (including the Akan culture in the Central Region where we spend the majority of our time) is particular about the do's and don'ts when it comes to social etiquette. While I still somehow feel very, very relaxed, content, at peace and at home here, my "all thumbs" seem to have hitched a ride with me to Ghana. <br />
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Our schedule for today was anticipated to go at a pretty hectic pace. Normally, we would do 2, maybe 3 home visits in one day. Since we were visiting 3 of our children, along with 3 children sponsored by friends in the same town or area, we would be doing 6 visits today. Deborah, our host from Compassion Ghana, would help us keep on track. <br />
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Sensing those "all thumbs" from a mile away, Deborah had to stop me a few times to explain the proper visit protocol for the Akan region. First, prayer. Second.... I already don't remember. Something about elders (I feel old in this heat, does that count?)... third... possibly Ritalin. <br />
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Needless to say, Deborah was a Godsend. She guided our conversations between our group and the sponsored children's families, and made us all feel at ease, helping translate for the elders who didn't speak English, or for the younger children who had not yet mastered the language or couldn't quite decipher our Canadian accents.<br />
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After a quick stop at the Greater Grace Community Library to take a closer look without the crowd from yesterday (or the distraction of Jillian passing out), we made our way to Ato Sam's home.<br />
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We hadn't yet seen his father during our time in Enyan Abaasa. His father had badly broken his leg last June in a car accident and was still recovering. A few minutes after leaving the Library, we pulled up to a dirt yard with a few trees, a small market stand, a school and a partially constructed building. <br />
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As I looked up, I saw a group of four houses facing each other over a common courtyard, and I recognized it right away. This was Ato Sam's home. <br />
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I was so excited to finally be there and see his family, and so afraid I'd forget to ask the questions I had jotted down in fear of forgetting to ask them, that all the things I'd learned that morning about etiquette once again flew out the window. Why was this so complicated for me? I hope it was more amusing to them than offensive, but sometimes, I really wonder. <br />
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Deborah graciously and patiently explained the order we would follow once again, and I tried hard to pay attention to each name that I was introduced to, how to pronounce it, who the name belonged to, and how they were related to Ato Sam... and did I mention he has never really answered me as to how many people are in his family because it's too many to count? By the time the introductions were done, I had forgotten what came next. <br />
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I had specifically chosen to sit by Ato Sam's mother, since I wanted to connect with her on a deeper level. He has amazing parents. His father is patient and kind, wise and educated, disciplined and hard working. His mother is very loving, strong, and wise. They are all struggling since his father has been unable to work because of his injury. They still run their subsistence farm but had to add a market stall to supplement their income. His mother has been bearing the majority of the added work and stress. I was glad we had brought some groceries to help ease their burden, but it seemed like so little in the face of all they had faced in the past 9 months. They seemed to be holding up well, though. They have a strong faith and a strong support network in this community, including the Compassion program, and that has made a tremendous difference.<br />
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I was able to go through Ato Sam's entire Compassion program file, where every letter, school report, medical record, home visit, gifts and purchases is recorded. His file was one of the biggest we'd see on this trip, mainly due to the large volume of letters and the length of time he'd been sponsored. I even got a chance to see an older photo of him I had not seen before.<br />
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All too soon, given the full schedule ahead of us, it was time to go. We presented them with some textbooks for the family to use, along with some other educational books. We also gave Ato Sam an engraved Bible with a soccer ball cover, a Bible case, a great quality soccer ball our friend Gigi purchased for him, and a sturdy backpack that should last him through his years of university. The family provided us with fresh bananas from their family and Tahameena's. It was in this visit that I learned that Ato Sam and Tahameena, the other child I sponsor from Enyan Abaasa, are actually cousins. Ato Sam's father is the sibling of one of Tahameena's parents. Her mother, I think. Wait... her father. I will blame my foggy mind on the heat. That should explain everything for this entire trip.<br />
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As we took a few last photos, prayed together and said goodbye, Ato Sam took my hand and walked slowly with me to the van. We reflected on the visit, and I shared with him how much of a blessing it was to spend time with his family, how proud I was of how well he was communicating, and that I appreciated getting to know his mother a little more. I told him he was very blessed to have two great parents. "I'm getting to know your mother more. I really love her. She's so strong and wise, but also tender and compassionate too. She's a great mother, son." <br />
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Prince's oldest brother has moved away for work, but we were able to spend time with Prince and his mother as well as a few relatives and neighbors. Prince is a very charismatic boy -- which is fitting, since both of Steph's girls are equally charismatic. These two families are a perfect fit for each other -- strong, loving, kind, hard working, beautiful and with amazing personalities. He has grown so much since the last time I saw him, but I recognized him right away and wrapped my arms around him in a big hug.<br />
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We found seats in the shade inside the courtyard surrounded by doors leading into various rooms/homes, and followed Deborah's lead and exchanged greetings and information in the prescribed order, much as we would attempt to do once again in the next 4 visits. I managed to avoid awkwardness somewhat, and even got some laughs when I turned to Prince and asked if he was working very hard to help his mama now that his older brother had moved away and Prince was now the "man of the house"? He gave me a cheeky grin, and dramatically nodded his head, affirming that he was most helpful, while the twinkle in his eye completely contradicted his every attempt to convince us. We all burst out laughing. He and Jillian would make GREAT friends. <br />
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After presenting our gifts of groceries and a soccer ball to Prince and his mother, we took some group photos and a few photos of him and his mama, and I asked if he would be willing to say a few words to Steph and her family on video for them, since I really wanted them to hear his voice and see how sweet a boy he really is. He did not hesitate one bit.<br />
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As we made our way back to the van after our visit, we ran into his lively grandmother, who wanted to shake our hands and have her photo taken. Charismatic personalities run deep in this family!<br />
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We asked Ato Sam to take on a mentorship role for Prince, now that Prince's brother had moved on, leaving Prince without an older male influence in their home. He would need a good role model, an older brother to watch out for him and encourage him, and with Ato Sam being a great leader, it seemed like the perfect fit. <br />
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<br />All too soon, it was once again time to say goodbye so that we would have time to move forward to the next 4 home visits.<br />
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<br />JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05692603062067512190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414215740673366549.post-81417921454188066442017-03-08T11:08:00.000-04:002017-03-16T01:13:43.982-03:00Homes & Hospitality (Part 2) <a href="http://compassioncan.blogspot.ca/2017/03/homes-hospitality-part-1.html" target="_blank">... continued from Homes & Hospitality (Part 1)</a><br />
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All I remember from <a href="http://compassioncan.blogspot.ca/2011/11/ghana-day-3-enyan-abaasa.html" target="_blank">visiting Tahameena's home in 2011</a> was the rustic outdoor kitchen, how beautiful these people were, giving our meager offerings to them while surrounded by a crowd of relatives -- standing room only.<br />
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The tall coconut trees overhead offered welcomed shade as we sat together and began the social rituals. I could have picked the yard of Tahameena's home in a photo lineup, even though I could barely pick her out of a group of girls just yesterday. Seems somewhat cruel to have a heart for people and a calling to reach them, and have a photographic memory for places but not faces. It certainly added an interesting element to my feelings of inadequacy and social awkwardness.<br />
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As the introductions began, I noticed a familiar face in the crowd -- but couldn't quite place him, until I saw his foot.... Ato Sam's father! He had made his way here somehow as he did the last time we were at Tahameena's, and extended his visit with us by joining in. Yes, I can pick out Ato Sam in a crowd with his back to me, but cannot recognize his father after having sat across from him for an hour.... a mere hour ago. Keeping it real, folks, keeping it real. <br />
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In Akan culture, it is common for children to be given names based on the day of the week they were born, as well as birth order and family names. For example, Ato means "male born on a Saturday", while Sam is a family name that nearly everyone in his family carries. When Jillian introduced herself, she also shared that she had been given a Ghanian name shortly after arriving in Ghana. "Ama" was her new Ghanaian name. The group told Jillian that Ama means "Born on a Thursday". I laughed and explained that Jillian was born on a Sunday, but that the person who had named Jillian "Ama" said it also meant "daughter of the queen", which meant that really, they named Jillian "Princess". They wondered which days Will and I were born, so I shared that Will was also born on a Sunday, and they said his name might have ended up being Kwesi or other variants. Mine, having been born on a Wednesday, would have likely been Akua or Akuba.<br />
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As our introductions wrapped up, once again with too many names and faces to memorize, we were served fresh coconuts from their yard, which we got to see them prepare for us. They're quite skilled with machetes. <br />
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The coconut milk was so fresh and so refreshing in the rising heat, but given that we're used to eating hardened coconut back home, I couldn't quite get into the soft, almost rubbery coconut once I had finished the coconut milk. The texture isn't anything like we're used to. Given that our stomachs were still adjusting to the new foods and experiences, I didn't want to take a chance, especially without guaranteeing that my hands were clean enough. I hope that wasn't yet another faux pax for the Canadian team. The bananas, though, were absolutely perfect. Just the right size for a sweet snack, and oh-so-fresh!<br />
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I felt a stronger connection to Tahameena's family on this visit, perhaps because we were following proper Akan social protocol, and the entire visit felt more relaxed and at ease. Or was it more at ease and relaxed for me because I was distracted by the goats and cats (my own Ghanaian version of "Squirrel!!!") that were gallivanting about while we talked, which in hindsight isn't the most efficient way to maintain eye contact with the people we were there to spend time with... have I mentioned......... I did? Ok. Just didn't want you to get the wrong impression about my social grace. #orlackthereof<br />
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Tahameena's family grew by one since we last saw her. She is no longer the only girl in a family with 3 boys -- she now has a little sister, who is now 4, and is well surrounded by extended family, including Ato Sam's family. Her older brothers really enjoyed getting to meet Jillian, and all insisted on having individual "selfies" taken with her as we prepared to leave. <br />
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We lingered over our goodbyes and a few more photos as we headed towards the van. We must have hugged everyone at least once or twice. Hadn't we just arrived? Our goodbyes were eased knowing that we would see Tahameena again the next day in Accra.<br />
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Climbing into the van once more, we made our way to a house I'd never been to before. A young boy named Isaac lives there with his family, and he is sponsored by my co-worker named Nathan, a sweet bear of a man with a heart as big as Texas. This was his first sponsored child, and he chose Isaac knowing Isaac lived in the same community as the library and that there would be a personal connection since we had been involved with this community for years.<br />
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I wasn't sure what to expect, since I did not know much about Isaac or his family, but I immediately felt welcomed when we arrived and made our way down the steep path to their shaded yard. Waiting for us was Isaac and his family, including many uncles and grandchildren. The grandchildren were quietly observing all of us "obrunis" from a distance, not quite sure what to think. It's quite probable that we were the first obruni people they'd seen, or at least the first ones who had visited them at their home.<br />
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For the first few minutes, while we exchanged introductions and explained who we were and why we were there, Isaac sat quietly staring at the photos of Nathan I had brought for him, in awe and wonder. His sponsor!!! Yes, we were there, in person, on behalf of Nathan, but to young Isaac, the world stood still when he looked at the pictures of Nathan. It was the first time he'd seen a photo of his sponsor, since it had only been a few months since Nathan began sponsoring Isaac.<br />
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Looking through Isaac's file, I was surprised to see he had been sponsored by someone else the month before Nathan began sponsoring him, and by yet another sponsor a few months prior to that. It seemed as though Isaac had been chosen and let go several times, certainly causing confusion and disappointment for this precious boy. I told them that Nathan was a very committed sponsor, that he loved Isaac very much, and that God willing, they'd have a long time to get to know each other.<br />
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Given how new this experience is for Nathan, and how common it is for people from North America to wonder if these kids are real, I wanted to get a video of Isaac so that Nathan could see him on a more personal level and in a whole new dimension. It would also be sweet to have a video recording of his voice for Nathan to hear. <br />
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Since Isaac is still learning English, we had to help him a bit, but in just two takes, he was able to deliver his message to Nathan. <br />
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Isn't he sweet? His entire family was watching intently. I can't help but wonder what went through their minds. It had to be somewhat surreal. One day you get the news your child has been chosen for sponsorship, and before you get the chance to wonder if this sponsor will also "unchoose" this child, someone arrives representing that sponsor and carrying a message that this sponsor cares VERY much about this child and is committed to being the sponsor to this child. It really was an honor to be there on Nathan's behalf, being a messenger of his love for this child and the family.<br />
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We asked Isaac's family to share their hopes and dreams for Isaac's future, and they shared their desire for him to get a full education. They expressed their gratitude many times for our visit and encouragement, their demeanor so kind, gentle and good natured. <br />
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We had brought groceries and a soccer ball for them, much as we did for Prince and his family, and we presented these to them. The ball was not inflated, since we needed to pack it for travel and had forgotten to bring along the pump, but we knew they'd find a pump easily and get the ball inflated and ready for the kids to play with. The older kids used it as a hat in the meantime, making us all chuckle.<br />
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I'm sure that, like us, he's still trying to process the experience. We wouldn't get the time to process much for a while, as we were about to leave Enyan Abaasa for the last time on this leg of the journey, en route to our 5th home visit.<br />
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<br />JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05692603062067512190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414215740673366549.post-78958247841319856102017-03-07T20:04:00.002-04:002017-03-07T20:04:20.550-04:00Return to Enyan Abaasa - the Canadian Drama TeamAll night, I tossed and turned, falling into a semi-sleep before startling awake less than an hour later and thinking to myself "Today is the day I see Ato Sam and Tahameena again! Today we will see the library in person!" This pattern kept repeating itself through the night. When my alarm rang at 5:45am, I was more than ready to get up and get ready to go. Tired, but ready. <br />
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Our van would arrive at the guest house at 7am sharp with Deborah, the Ghana Trips and Visits specialist, who would be our Compassion host for the week. <br />
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I realized that I had slipped the 8x10 photo gifts for the Compassion Centers into one of the books so that it wouldn't bend, and that book might be in one of the 10 boxes that we would be bringing to the library. I took a glance through each box before bringing the boxes to the entry way to load into the van. Found 9 of the 10 books it could possibly be in, but not the 10th and final book that at that point I was sure contained the photos.<br />
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I told Jillian about the missing book, and she said "What about that book you placed in my carry-on?"<br />
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Of course. I had packed it into her carry-on to ensure that it would reach Ghana, and then forgot that it was in her carry-on. I'm blaming this fog mind on the heat and humidity. <br />
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We left the guesthouse shortly 7am and headed west in the direction of the Central Region. Other than Accra itself, it felt as though I was seeing the route to Enyan Abaasa for the first time . Back in November of 2011, we drove these same roads, but straight from the airport after a 17 hour delay and no sleep. <br />
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I appreciated seeing the scenery all over again, taking the time to document it a bit through photos and videos, but seeing it through Will's eyes added another layer of perspective. I spent more time watching him than I did looking out the window. He had questions about the seemingly abandoned, half constructed buildings dotting the roads as we passed through. Why were there so many empty, unfinished buildings? Deborah explained to him that many people work in the bigger urban centers like Accra, but cannot afford to buy land in the city, so they save what they're able to save until they can afford a piece of land further out from the city. Once they purchase the land, they start saving again until they have enough to start construction, and then over the years, little by little, they do a little more, and a little more... until it's done. It is common to take 15-20 years to complete a building, which can then be used as a house, or typically as a commercial property.<br />
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The roads near Accra were in surprisingly good condition. In fact, Will, Jillian and I agreed that they were better than most of the roads back home.<br />
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About halfway between Accra and Cape Coast, we made a right turn and headed inland towards Enyan Abaasa. I knew we were now less than 50km away. I was getting so excited. For me, it was as though I was a little child who had dreamt of going to Paris after years of waiting, and were not only flying over France, but could see the Eiffel Tower in the distance during the approach to Paris.<br />
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We soon came to a traffic circle indicating that Enyan Abaasa would be directly to the left. As we turned, I could see Mando high school to my left, which I knew from his letters was the school he had recently transfered to. The driver wasn't entirely sure we were going in the right direction, so he stopped to ask a few students nearby, and then turned around. I kept thinking it was definitely the way we had first taken, and sure enough, after another quick stop to ask for directions, we drove back down the road passing Ato Sam's school along the way.<br />
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As we pulled up to the Compassion project, I immediately recognized it and saw the library slightly behind it to the left. All these years, I knew what the library looked like, I just did not know where on the property they had chosen to build it. <br />
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Hundreds of people filled the church waiting for us to arrive for the durbar, a cultural and ceremonial gathering for dignitaries or honored guests. Ghanaians are known for their warm welcome, and this was no exception.<br />
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There was a full band playing music as they waited for the ceremony to start, and just before the ceremony was to begin, someone came to me, leaned over and asked if I recognize the young man walking down the aisle towards me. I barely had to glance, I knew. I flew out of my seat and tackled him into a hug. Oh, how good it was to see Ato Sam again!!! <br />
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I introduced him to Will, Jillian and Caitlin, and he proceeded to sit behind us to watoh the ceremony. <br />
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We were treated to an amazing display of dancing, both the choreographed kind, and the impromptu dances of joy and worship. There is a reason I only dance in Africa. I have no rhythm, no skills, and no coordination at all. Their joy, though, was contagious. Jillian was completely in her element, dancing with wild abandon. <br />
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I couldn't help but join in, hoping none of the evidence ever ends up public anywhere! Wait... oops.<br />
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We watched an amazing play prepared by the drama team, and were completely enthralled by the main character's charisma and acting skills. This very regal, beautiful girl commanded a room with the same confidence and animation as the woman we had seen a few days earlier helping us find "bracelet man". Amazing.<br />
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I was asked to speak to the people that had gathered, which I had also done on our previous visit, but this time, I was prepared in the event that I was somehow as incoherent as the last time I had addressed the people of this community. <br />
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As the ceremony was nearing the end, the choreographed dance group was asked to stay up front, and I was caught off guard (even though I should not have been) by being asked if I could identify Tahameena within the group of dancers. It was harder than I would have thought, and feeling the pressure not to take too long, I gave up before I should have... she was right there, beautiful as always! I hope she didn't feel too disappointed that I hadn't been able to recognize her. <br />
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When the time came to make our way to the library for the ribbon cutting and unveiling ceremony for the library, Tahameena and Ato Sam accompanied me to the front steps of the library. Ato Sam carrying my camera bag, and Tahameena bringing my water bottles. <br />
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I had seen the outside and a bit of the interior through photos, but the library looked even better in person than in the photos we had previously seen. It was so much bigger! It was great to finally be able to envision the layout, and what each section of the library would be used for. The main area of the library was twice the size than anticipated from the photos, and to the left off a small hallway was the future office for the Compassion project, as well as the bathroom and washrooms that did not yet have plumbing or fixtures, but would eventually be finished once the funds became available.<br />
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We then stepped back outside, and into another door of the library just to the right, and entered what was by far the biggest portion of the library. It was still in the construction stages, with rough concrete floor and concrete block walls. <br />
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Ebenezer, the Project Director, explained to us the importance of this particular room in giving the students an edge in terms of skills and academics. To pass the national exams, the students have to complete the information technology part of the exam, but when they are compared nationally to other students, especially those in more urban areas, they score much lower. The lower scores are due to the children's lack of access to the technology they can only study from texts. <br />
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Simply put, without access to a computer to use, it is very difficult for them to be tested on how to use one, much less learn computer skills that are very marketable in this day and age.<br />
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Just as he was answering some of our questions, Jillian came up behind me just inside the entrance and tapped me on the shoulder. As I turned to face her, I knew something wasn't quite right before she even said anything, and that was quickly confirmed as she tried to speak. Her words were slightly slurred, and her face was whiter than Ato Sam's teeth.<br />
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As she began to turn around to face the door and exit, I reached out to steady her, but it was already too late. The simple turning motion she made to head out the door gave her more momentum than she was prepared to control in her weakened state; she spun and fell against the frame as she blacked out and crashed backwards onto the ground outside the open door. <br />
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I lifted her into a sitting position, and when she began responding, we poured cold water on her, then stood her upright and brought her to the library room, which was much cooler than the rest of the library thanks to the ceiling fans. She was still a little weak, but we gave her water and some snacks, and she started feeling a little better. The Compassion staff brought a first aid kit and helped clean up her foot, which had received some cuts when she fell. <br />
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Knowing how bad the Compassion staff felt and how concerned they were, once we knew Jillian was OK, we do what we usually do, and cracked some jokes... Will was the first to start with "First you showed us the Ghana Drama Team, now we showed you the Canadian Drama Team!" I quipped that we hadn't seen that on the schedule for that day. That seemed to break the tension a little and put them at ease. I knew Jillian was recovering well when I saw her roll her eyes (and this time, not from passing out!)<br />
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We guided Jillian back to the air conditioned van to cool down a bit more, while the rest of the group returned inside to bring the ceremony to a close. A handful of children brought the 50lb boxes of books for the library from the van... balancing them on their heads like they were lifting a box of feathers. Where were they when we needed them at the airport, ha ha! <br />
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To close the ceremony, the Compassion project surprised me with a plaque bearing a Citation of Honor in recognition of the contributions to the community of Enyan Abaasa on behalf of Ato Sam, Tahameena and their families, the church leadership, and the entire community. It was really touching to see their perspective on our partnership through the past 7 years. They also presented our team with traditional Ghanaian footwear, jewelry and clothes. Jillian rejoined us in time to receive hers.<br />
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More dancing ensued, more joy, more laughter, and more love than the room could contain as we proceeded towards the exit and made our way back outside so we could head out to lunch with Ato Sam and Tahameena, along with Deborah, Ebenezer and the district manager.<br />
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I sat sandwiched between Ato Sam and Tahameena at lunch, asking them questions and answering theirs, and letting Ato Sam try out my Nikon. He enjoyed taking photos of everyone around the table, even though it's a 105mm lens, making each photo a close-up of faces. I loved to see him laugh as I made jokes, and to get to hear him speak English. Tahameena, as usual, was a little quieter. Her English isn't as strong just yet, and our accents made it difficult for her to understand us. I showed her some photos of the snowfall we had recently received back home, as well as Ginger, Jillian, and a few other photos. <br />
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Not surprisingly, given the heat and the excitement of the day, all three of us dozed off in the van as we drove back to Accra. We stopped by a grocery store in Accra to pick up groceries to bring each child's family the following day during the home visits, and then headed back to the guest house, full of memories and experiences to process and cherish. <br />
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<br />JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05692603062067512190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414215740673366549.post-52906703877598073612017-03-05T20:13:00.002-04:002017-03-05T20:14:36.109-04:00Obruni Cowboy & Bracelet Man<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Ghanaians have a common name for anyone who is Caucasian. We hear it yelled from all directions as we make our way through different areas; "Obruni! Obruni... Obruni, you buy this, you buy it form me, Obruni!" Obruni, literally translated, it means "White man".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Once you get to really know someone in Ghana, you might receive the honor of being given a Ghanian name. While the people from the area we went to earlier today did not know Will enough to give him a Ghanaian name, as he was walking through the main street in Osu, vendors were quick to try to get his attention. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"Cowboy, hey, Cowboy! You need this!" Apparently they thought he needed sunglasses, wooden sandals and a belt... well, he did need a belt, but didn't want to buy it under pressure, so he politely refused.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">He felt proud of his new nickname. Rather than to simply call him Obruni, which he probably wouldn't have responded to, they took note of the hat he was wearing to protect himself from the sun, and went with it. It worked, it got our attention, and we got a good laugh. It was not a cowboy hat.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Other than the airport, today was Will's first taste of being set loose in Ghana. We were hungry, so we figured out where we wanted to go and how to call a cab and negotiate a fare in advance, and then we set out to explore. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">When we were here in 2011, <span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129;">Joshua was approached by a very persistent street vendor in an area of Accra known as a hot spot for visitors. The same area called Osu that we traveled to earlier today. This vendor had a very ingenious sales tactic, making it a memorable cultural experience for the whole team, but especially for Joshua.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">When we ventured out earlier today in search of food, the taxi brought us to the exact same place the taxi had brought us to in 2011, right in front of a popular local restaurant named Frankie's. As soon as we pulled up, I knew where we were. Before I had a chance to warn Will, the same vendor from 2011 pounced on Will on the same steps that he had approached Joshua in 2011, and started by asking his name, not once letting Will know it was anything to do with a bracelet. He just seemed friendly *Intensely into-your-personal-space kind of friendly*. As Will answered him, I stepped in and said we were not interested in a bracelet. Jillian was behind me, saw the vendor's expression and later told me that he registered a look of pure shock when I mentioned the word "bracelet". He was likely surprised that we knew what he was trying to do, as most Obrunis (Ghanaian term for white people) wouldn't have known unless they'd been there before.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">As we ate, I shared the story about Joshua and the bracelets, and as we talked about it, I said we should look for the vendor when we are done in the restaurant and see if he'd make a new one for Josh.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">When we went back out, he was nowhere in sight. Normally, if he thought he might have a sale, he would have waited and approached us as we left.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">As we were about to take a taxi back to the guest house, we asked an older woman who had a roadside vendor spot if she knew where to find him. She did not know his name, but knew exactly who I was talking about because he's the only one that makes bracelets on the spot in that area. She left her shop without any hesitation in pursuit of "bracelet guy". This woman worked it like a boss on a mission, yelling commands up and down the street to the local vendors, and within minutes, Bracelet Guy was coming our way. He was SO surprised we had specifically asked for him, he asked me about it, reminding me that I had clearly told him we weren't interested earlier.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I asked him how long he has worked in this area. He responded that he had worked in that area for 8-10 years. So I began to tell him the story... "In 2011, we came here and you approached my son about a bracelet, but we did not buy it the first time. Later, we came back and you saw him, and yelled his name, and he was amazed that you remembered him." Bracelet Guy studied my face, and said "I had thought you looked familiar, like I had seen you before... Joshua ... red and white... Canada, but then he wanted Ghana colors and strange name!" He remembers! He was the same one who yelled "</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Joshhuuuwaaa!" from what seemed like miles away.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I told him we had written a blog post online, had photos of him and never forgot him, and that we still tell that story when we talk about Ghana. I shared that while we were eating earlier, we decided to ask him to make a bracelet to bring home to Joshua as a souvenir, this time with our nickname for him (Jotz). This would be a perfect and inexpensive souvenir for Jotz, since there was already a personal story and connection. Laughing, I told Bracelet Guy that we looked for him when we finished eating but couldn't find him... so we asked for help. He seemed so happy that we made the effort to find him and told him that story.</span></div>
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The process of getting the library built can be compared to pregnancy -- exciting, yet long and increasingly difficult and uncomfortable. Along those lines, traveling overseas as we wrap up the library portion of the project is much the labor that comes after a 4 year long pregnancy. You generally know what to expect - it's long and uncomfortable, (although thankfully nowhere near as long as it takes a giraffe to labor!), and at times painful. I remember being thrilled and thankful to be pregnant years ago but as labor approached, just like when traveling begins, I'd ask myself "what was I thinking?" </div>
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There are few places I would willingly want to spend over 20 hrs traveling to by plane. Ghana is one of them. It's worth everything we have poured into this, and we've barely begun our overseas portion of this journey to the library. Being here just brings 'why we do this' into focus and makes it even more real, even though it is already very much real to us.</div>
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We left for Ghana in the evening of March 3rd, and after three flights, landed in Accra the evening of March 4th. Our team member from the U.S., Caitlin, arrived a few hours later than we did. Out of her 5 boxes of books for the library, only 1 arrive. We were thankful that all 8 of our library boxes arrived. We've been told by British Airways that her missing boxes would be delivered on the next flight to Accra. Praying this is the case, as we need these by Monday so we can prepare what we've brought for our two trips to a Enyan Abaasa on Tuesday and Wednesday. While most of the boxes are books, some are personal gifts we have brought for the Compasdion Centers and Compassion children/families. We are scheduled to give all the library books to the library on Tuesday morning in an official presentation which will be attended by most of the village. We don't want to be unprepared. The personal gifts will mostly be given Wednesday.</div>
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After a four hour delay at the Accra airport, we made our way to the guest house and attempted to get settled in. My feet/legs did well on all three flights but the airport wait in Accra set me back some. I'm laying down with my feet up on the wall to ease the swelling, but I won't be able to sleep that way, so for now, I'm just journaling about our experiences. It's my way of processing the journey and sharing it with you as we stumble along.</div>
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The guest house is familiar to me, and it's like home away from home. Imagine a college dorm, but much quieter, like a convent, with families or adults who are also doing mission/humanitarian work. It works on an honour system, which is beautiful to see. You make yourself at home and pay as you leave. There have been many upgrades since I stayed here in 2011, not the least of which is air conditioning in the bedrooms. The hallways and the common areas are like a sauna, but the rooms are Canadian <span class="_5mfr _47e3" style="line-height: 0; margin: 0px 1px; vertical-align: middle;"><img alt="" aria-hidden="1" class="img" height="16" src="https://www.facebook.com/images/emoji.php/v7/fd4/1/16/1f606.png" style="border: 0px; vertical-align: -3px;" width="16" /><span class="_7oe" style="display: inline-block; font-size: 0px; width: 0px;"><span class="emoji-outer emoji-sizer" style="height: inherit; line-height: inherit;"><span class="emoji-inner" style="background: url("chrome-extension://immhpnclomdloikkpcefncmfgjbkojmh/emoji-data/sheet_apple_64.png") 65% 50% / 4100%; display: inline-block; height: 1.5em; vertical-align: middle; width: 1.5em;" title="laughing"></span></span></span></span> I didn't expect we'd be blessed like this, but it is SO appreciated, especially as we adapt to the heat/humidity. Thank you Jesus!</div>
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The guest house is gated and very safe. This is especially important for Will so as to ease his culture shock, since it provides him a place to retreat as he processes what he experiences each day. Please keep him in your prayers this week as he adjusts to being here. He has never dared step foot outside North America until now, and he openly admits that he never had any intentions to do so until he met me, and even then it took him a while to embrace the idea (he would also openly admit that 'embracing the idea' is a stretch). This is as far outside his comfort zone as it is inside my comfort zone. He's here because of God's calling on his life, but in the few months since God made it clear he was coming, God had transformed Will's heart and gave him a boldness for what He has called us to do here, the likes of which I prayed for even before meeting him. It is one of my most precious prayers, and I am seeing it come to life. I am in awe of how involved he has become - beyond being supportive and encouraging, he has dug deep within himself and made it his own. I am so thankful to have him really partner with me in this. What God can do through us together is 10,000 more powerful than what I could ever do without his involvement.</div>
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When we stayed at the guest house in 2011, one of Joshua's favorite things was the "Coca Cola Cooler", filled with glass bottles of local sugar cane Coca Cola for 2ghc (roughly 50 cents). Even though I hope to drink more water, I have definitely missed the Ghana Coca Cola. Petreople from Touch A Life Foundation are staying here this week as well. We partnered with TAL Foundation back in 2011 for the child slave rescue mission. It was unexpected to run into them here.</div>
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Earlier, we ventured out and tried to find a place to eat as the guest house doesn't serve meals on Sundays. That gave us a chance to experience the culture face to face a bit more and to get accustomed to the rhythm of the language/accents. Once the the last 4 bags arrive tonight, we will pick them up so that we will be able to prepare everything tomorrow before we travel to Enyan Abaasa on Tuesday to deliver the books to the library. </div>
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We will do our best to keep this blog updated regular in the next few weeks so that you can follow along if you choose to do so, or so that years from now, when we return to Ghana for our next project, we can look back through our experiences, much like we did this time.</div>
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Thank you for all that you've done to bring this library to life for the precious people of Enyan Abaasa. Every prayer, every dollar, every word of encouragement, every bit of support in person or virtually... every single act matters a hundredfold, and it continues to matter. By investing into their lives and futures, you've helped break the cycle of poverty for generations to come, and in the process, you've also invested into our lives. We will continue to re-invest ourselves right back into this.</div>
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It has been nearly 7 years since we began sponsoring Ato Sam, a decision that changed our lives and continues to.</div>
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He is one of five children we sponsor in Ghana, and our most prolific writer by far. In fact, it was through Ato Sam's letters that we were inspired to action in 2011 for the child slave rescue mission, and again in recent years for the provision of a library in his community. </div>
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Over the course of the last few photos that Compassion has sent me of Ato Sam, I noticed a growing disfigurement in his left jaw area. At first, I brushed it off as the possibility that he'd had a tooth pulled and was experiencing some swelling, but as I continued to receive photos from time to time, it was apparent that something was seriously wrong. He was reluctant to mention it in his letters (I suspect he didn't want to worry me) so I called Compassion and asked for a report on Ato Sam's health.</div>
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We received the report a short while ago. Compassion Ghana has officially confirmed that Ato Sam's disfigured jaw is in part due to a tumor and a growth/enlargement on his jaw bone. </div>
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We booked our flights a few hours after we received the news. Although we were awaiting for confirmation about flying to Ghana to see the library progress in person, this provided all the confirmation we needed. We look forward to spending time encouraging Ato Sam, praying over him, affirming his value and the love we have for him, his family and the Compassion leadership team who are doing an excellent job advocating for his needs.</div>
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He has nicknamed me "<i>My lovely mother I love you</i>" in his native Fante language, to which I respond by calling him "Son of my heart". He truly is like a son to me. My mama heart just aches for my boy. </div>
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Please pray as we continue to prepare for the trip, for Ato Sam's strength as he endures the ongoing health crisis, for the funding to complete the indoor plumbing and other needs for the Greater Grace Community Library, and for God to provide the doctors with the skills that Ato Sam desperately needs.</div>
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It has been a long, long journey. <br />
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For years, I have prayed until my knees were raw and my prayers turned to groans, fully feeling the weight of this library on my heart and in my spirit, all while wrestling with feelings of inadequacy and loneliness more times than I can count. <br />
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At times, I have crawled, weary and tired and poured out until empty for this, and at other times, barely been able to sleep from the consuming passion in my heart to see this through. <br />
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Can I also lean in close and confess that I have also felt out of my mind more times than I care to admit? Mostly because I felt that's what people's perception might be. Really, what kind of person signs up for this, empty handed and against all odds? I still don't know the answer to that question, and I may never know. It doesn't matter -- all that matters is hearing the invitation, and responding.<br />
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For every time I felt as though I had lost my mind, I felt a hundredfold more certain that this was the path that was chosen for me, regardless of how it felt or how it looked... and that's what kept me going. I didn't choose this as much as I was chosen for this, although I'm half convinced that I was only chosen because I was the only one crazy enough to say "Yes!!". <br />
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For all that He has provided, in spite of my shortfalls and failures, my inadequacies, my limitations -- and for all that is yet to come -- I am grateful beyond measure.<br />
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Had I known how hard and sacrificial it would be, and how long it would take, would I have still said yes? Even knowing what I know now, I have never been able to imagine saying no. I would have been whimpering and on my knees, mind you, but the yes would have been there, because I know deep down that the cost of saying no would have been immeasurably higher than my yes every cost me. <br />
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The people of Enyan Abaasa would have missed out on this blessing...<br />
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And none of us could have watched this unfold out of His mighty hand and into reality.<br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: large;">He has done the seemingly impossible. He has built this out of dust and dreams, mercy and grace, prayers and faith, sacrifice and surrender.</span></i></b></blockquote>
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Dust and dreams breathed into life have never looked so beautiful.<br />
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<b>It is an honor to introduce to you the Greater Grace Community Library, nestled in the heart of Enyan Abaasa...</b><br />
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The Grand Opening was held February 2nd, with the assistance of our friends from Books For Africa Library Project, who helped provide the more than 2200 books that currently line the shelves. These God filled people with servants' hearts have been a tremendous answer to prayer, not only for books, but for support, prayer, encouragement and for bridging the communication gap between Canada and Enyan Abaasa throughout the past few months.<br />
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We will be bringing 600+ children's books with us when we travel to Enyan Abaasa in early March to see the library in person, meet Collins the librarian, and obtain a full progress report on what's been done and an assessment on what there is left to do (running water, washrooms, technology lab). Stay tuned.<br />
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On behalf of Ato Sam and the people of Enyan Abaasa... Thank you... thank you for your support and prayers. <br />
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center exterior was done, but nothing else, and we were struggling to qualify
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<span style="background: rgb(246, 247, 249); color: #1d2129;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Qualifying meant that we had to get the interior
mostly finished, including furniture/shelves and flooring by Christmas. We
didn't know how long it would take for the people in Enyan Abaasa to receive the funds we sent at the
end of October and November. Would they get the funds on time to purchase the
materials and labor they needed to qualify, would they know what the priorities were in order to qualify? It seemed nothing short of impossible,
to say the least, since we had no way to communicate this to the people in
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qualified to receive the books. Nothing short of God's hand, there's no other
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The exterior is done, the interior has seen more progress in the last 3 weeks
than I ever thought possible, including a cement floor, wall paint, bookshelves, finished ceilings and furniture. The reward was worth it -- the books arrived in Enyan Abaasa last week -- 104 boxes
totaling 2200 books, sorted and Dewey Decimal labeled! We are SO thankful for the tremendous work God is doing through Kirt and Hilda Bromley and the Books For Africa Ghana Library Project ministry. </span></span></div>
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did not have many children's books, so we are preparing to bring children's
books with us when we travel to Ghana in late February or early March. God knew
we would need children's books in large quantities, though, He prepared us! We
had been collecting books since our return from Ghana in 2011, and had <b>over 350
children's books collected</b>. So far, with some skilled and strategic"Tetris
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to see if we can obtain a humanitarian/mission airfare in order to save some
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the interior -- <i>running water, indoor plumbing and a few odds and ends, and for
the attached computer literacy center</i>, but anything is possible -- it's
astounding all that has fallen into place the past 3 weeks. God has provided
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<li><b style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #1d2129; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Praying for travel logistics/planning - discernment, funding, team building, travel visa, immunizations, safety.</b></li>
<li><b style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #1d2129; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Funds to completely finish the interior and provide for a librarian.</b></li>
<li><b style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #1d2129; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Pray for Ato Sam's medical needs, as they look into the possibility of having him travel outside Ghana to receive the surgery and medical care he needs.</b></li>
<li><b style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #1d2129; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">That we will fully follow God in this, and not run ahead, or stray behind.</b></li>
<li><b style="background-color: #f6f7f9; color: #1d2129; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Pray for the outreach ministry this literacy center will provide to the church in Enyan Abaasa as they serve their people's needs.</b></li>
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JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05692603062067512190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414215740673366549.post-49714092191287889432016-10-13T02:00:00.000-03:002016-10-13T02:00:22.337-03:00If The Lord Does Not Build The HouseFrom the beginning, although I knew that God would provide for the <a href="http://compassioncan.blogspot.ca/2016/08/ghana-community-literacy-center-2016.html" target="_blank">literacy center construction</a>, I have to admit that when it came to filling the literacy center with books once the construction was completed, it felt as though I was staring at a blank page. <div>
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I couldn't imagine it, couldn't visualize it, didn't know what we would do to obtain the books, what He had planned, how He would provide... it was a complete mystery. All I knew was that He was asking me to simply focus on the construction, and when the time came to fill the library, He would reveal His plan. Well, maybe that's not all I knew -- I also knew that I felt completely inadequate for the task ahead and that was perhaps why He chose me for this yet again. Like I said, a complete mystery.</div>
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In reality, it wasn't any different than any other callings He has placed upon my heart. The <a href="http://compassioncan.blogspot.ca/2011/10/sun-stand-still.html" target="_blank">child slavery rescue mission in 2011</a> was much the same -- I came to the table empty handed aside from my belief and understanding that God had promised it in full, and that it was my calling, my purpose. I had no idea what we could do, individually or as a whole, that would ever amount to enough. Picking up recycling bottles wouldn't be enough. Neither would mowing lawns or selling photo sessions. That's because the only "enough" was Him.</div>
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I have vivid memories from 2011 of how it felt when we were scheduled to leave for Ghana in 53 days and we had only managed to raise 12% of the $30,000 needed, not including travel costs. </div>
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It looked impossible. If we'd had a dollar for every person who had told us that we'd never reach our goal, well, we would have been much closer to reaching our goal! We <i><b>all </b></i>felt it. The pressure, the weight of the calling, the awareness of what stood in the balance for the children who were waiting to be rescued, and those who had been rescued and needed the resources we were gathering for them. </div>
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The only reason I didn't get discouraged is because I knew from experience that God works best when we've come to the end of ourselves, when we've exhausted all other possibilities. When the only success possible is the kind where He steps in and does the impossible.</div>
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He did just that in 2011 by providing the funds in full before we stepped foot on that plane, as He had promised, and in ways we can't explain to this day. I still choke up when I think back to what we experienced that year when we simply said "Yes!" to whatever He would do through us and in spite of us. </div>
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Before we left Ghana to come home, I gave Him that "Yes!" again, this time for the literacy center, and once again, I'm finding myself in that place where we are up against a wall, and the only success possible is the kind where He steps in and does the impossible.</div>
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I feel the pressure, the weight of the calling, the awareness of what stands in the balance. I refuse to get discouraged, as I know that what He has started, He will finish, but I feel weak in the knees just trying to wrap my mind around this. Maybe that's part of the problem -- I should stop trying to wrap my mind around this, because I know I can't.</div>
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Remember when I mentioned that at first, I did not know the logistics of getting the literacy center filled with books? I didn't know, but now I do, and that's what has me completely bursting at the seems with excitement, and trembling at the knees when I see the gap between where we are, and where we need to be to receive these books for the literacy center.</div>
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When they received my email about the literacy center, they encouraged us to apply as soon as possible, preferably by December, since this will be their last library provision. However, in order to apply and qualify, we must include with our application photos of finished bookshelves, along with the list of board of directors, and plans on how the librarian's salary will be provided for. The first community to apply and qualify will receive the last of the book resources they have at their warehouse. They have confirmed that they have just what we need in terms of books (and exactly what we prayed for!!!), and that the literacy center has many things going in its favor in terms of being well supported, but until we provide proof of bookshelves being completed and fulfill the other requirements, we are at risk of losing our opportunity to receive this immense blessing, this precious shipment of books. </div>
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Given that we're in the midst of fundraising and haven't reached the required funds yet to start the interior work, we're simply not ready - the bookshelves haven't been started yet. I can probably guess what you're thinking -- how long does it take to build bookshelves? It may not take long to build bookshelves, but it takes a lot longer to raise the funds to provide for the bookshelf material and the labor, it takes 4-6 weeks minimum for them to receive the funds and our instructions, and if they understand that we need photos of the bookshelves and they send the photos to us, it will still take another 4-6 weeks for the photos to reach us. </div>
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As you may know, my beloved mama, Docile, lost her life in a drowning incident last September. Her death has been one of the most devastating losses we've ever experienced as a family, a loss that has also shaken her friends and co-workers to the core. <br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Just as too much water can lead to death... so can too little. </span></b></div>
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Half a world away, in South Sudan, a group of people from the communities of Pacong and Mathiangkok are dying, not from drowning, but from the lack of clean water.<br />
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It hurts to know that my mama’s death could have been prevented, but while it is sadly too late for her, <b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">with a little help from her friends and family it won’t be too late for the people of Pacong and Mathiangkok.</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">As a monument to her precious, generous life,</span> </blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">a water well will be drilled in her honor </span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">and named after her... "Docile's Well"</span> </blockquote>
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<a href="https://obakkifoundation.org/donations/dociles-well/">Docile’s Well</a> will supply crucial living water to two neighboring tribes who until now, had been at war with one another as is common between tribes desperate for water and survival. Read their remarkable story and see their photos in the link below, and just imagine Docile as one of the two women who stood up and spoke up, breaking the vicious cycle of revenge, war and killing... and bringing forth the gift of peace and education. In being the voice of hope, these women changed the lives of those around them and the future of their villages for generations to come. <br />
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Mama was a teacher and a peacemaker ... and Docile's Well will not only uphold the peace amongst these people, but it will sustain a primary school full of children much like the ones she taught over the years.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Time is of the essence... the well must be drilled before the rainy season begins in May - can't imagine a better way to honor her on this bittersweet Mother's Day.. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Will you join us through this link, give in her honor towards this well, and share?</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><a href="https://obakkifoundation.org/donations/dociles-well/">https://obakkifoundation.org/donations/dociles-well/</a></span></i></div>
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<i>Merci...</i></div>
JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05692603062067512190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414215740673366549.post-53684957612412563802014-09-22T17:14:00.000-03:002014-09-22T17:16:37.565-03:00Eulogy for Maman -- Sept 2014<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;">
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reading from 2<sup>nd</sup> Corinthians chapter 4, verses 7-18<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #c00000; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16pt;">If you only look at <i>us</i>, you might well miss the brightness. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #c00000; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16pt;">We carry this precious Message around in the unadorned clay pots of our
ordinary lives. That’s to prevent anyone from confusing God’s incomparable
power with us. As it is, there’s not much chance of that. You know for
yourselves that we’re not much to look at. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #c00000; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16pt;">We’ve been surrounded and battered by troubles, but we’re not
demoralized; we’re not sure what to do, but we know that God knows what to do;
we’ve been spiritually terrorized, but God hasn’t left our side; we’ve been
thrown down, but we haven’t broken. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #c00000; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16pt;">What they did to Jesus, they do to us—trial and torture, mockery and
murder; what Jesus did among them, he does in us—<i><b>he lives</b></i>! Our lives are at constant risk for Jesus’ sake, which
makes Jesus’ life all the more evident in us. While we’re going through the
worst, you’re getting in on the best!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #c00000; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16pt;">We’re not keeping this quiet, not on your life. Just like the psalmist
who wrote, “I believed it, so I said it,” we say what we believe. And what we
believe is that the One who raised up the Master Jesus will just as certainly
raise us up with you, alive. Every detail works to your advantage and to God’s
glory: more and more grace, more and more people, more and more praise!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #c00000; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16pt;">So we’re not giving up. How could we! Even though on the outside it
often looks like things are falling apart on us, on the inside, where God is
making new life, not a day goes by without his unfolding grace. These hard
times are small compared to the coming good times, the lavish celebration
prepared for us. There’s far more here than meets the eye. The things we see
now are here today, gone tomorrow. But the things we can’t see now will last
forever.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the wake of mama’s homecoming, I felt so overwhelmed at the thought of standing
here today, and the responsibility I so heavily feel to honor her and her life
before you today.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">As
time passed, God provided the message I am about to share with you loud and
clear, delivered to me in three specific points. The source of her essence and spirit, her
true purpose in life, and the choice she ultimately leaves us with.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">I’ve
been witness to this my entire life – my mom was a legendary woman, evident by
the glorious 65 year trail of life she leaves behind, filled with friends and
loved ones who were drawn to her beauty, and evident by your presence here
today. She was known for her capacity to
love without reserve or judgement, to forgive the unforgivable, to show mercy
and grace, to find joy in the unlikeliest places (even French verbs), giving of
herself without reserve to anyone she came into contact with... with a strength and grace that was unparalleled
in this world. We all saw it, we all
paused in the wonder of her spirit – it was as though her well of life never
went dry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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September 13<sup>th</sup>, the day God called her Home, the message in my
devotional for that day clearly described the source of mom’s well, as well as
the reason it never ran dry. I felt
compelled to share this with you today. Exodus 34:2 says “<i><span style="color: #c00000;">In the morning... come up... present
yourself to me there on top of the mountains.</span></i>” As you know, mom was constantly fluttering
from here to there, busy doing life, always in contact with her family and
friends, always on the go, loving, living and embracing life to the fullest...
but what some of you may not know, is that each of her mornings began in
complete stillness, envisioning herself climbing to a place she called “God’s
mountain”, to climb into His embrace and replenish her spirit and soul. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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knew full well that blessed is the day when the morning is sanctified, set
apart to God! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">... That each morning begun so sacredly on the
mountain would make her strong and help her carry out her purpose the rest of
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">She
would spend an hour in His presence, praying, pouring over scriptures, writing
pages and pages as she journaled her faith journey, quieting herself before God
- not a small feat for a woman who so loved to talk and struggled to sit still. (I am my mom’s daughter!)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">The
words in my devotional reflected this beautifully “That hour was like a blessed
fountain from which she drew the strength and sweetness that prepared her to
complete all her tasks. It also enabled
her to maintain a genuine peacefulness in spite of the normal, trying worries
and pettiness that so often accompany life in a [busy] environment. As I think of the life she endured, I see the
absolute, [unquestionable] triumph of the grace of God in the ideal Christian
woman. She was such a lovely woman that
I never saw her lose her temper or speak even one word in anger [ok, except maybe
once or twice in my teenage years]. I
never heard her participate in idle gossip or speak a disparaging remark about
another person, [ever, regardless of the circumstances, even if it was someone
who had hurt us deeply]. In fact, I
never saw in her even the hint of an emotion unbecoming to someone who had
drunk deeply from “<span style="color: #c00000;">the river of the water of life</span>”
(Rev 22:1) and who had eaten of “<span style="color: #c00000;">the living bread that
came down from heaven</span>” (John 6:51).”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">A
dear friend of mama’s, Jennifer Seeley, shared a meal with mama over 20 years
ago in Sussex, and as they talked, mama told Jennifer that she couldn’t
possibly have more joy, that she knew life to the full... she told Jennifer that you could take
everything from her, strip her life of all that she had, take her health, her
family, her everything... throw her in
jail, and still, she would have joy, because she had Jesus and Jesus couldn’t
be taken away from her. Jesus was all
she needed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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loved ones, that is the true reason for the indelible mark she left on all our
hearts... Mama lived a life of pure and
glorious devotion to the One that gave her life. That is why we are so touched by her life –
He touched us all, through her, because she had completely and utterly
surrendered her life to Him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Her
surrender to Jesus gave her a perspective and purpose in life that was very
rare in this world of “every man for himself”.
She often talked about the Five Love Languages, words of affirmation and
quality time being the two she not-so-secretly favored, but as much as she
craved to hear the encouragement and love, she also felt an intense
responsibility to reflect them back to her Jesus, and not be tempted to keep
them for herself. This was a delicate
walk for her, given the attention she drew in all her interactions and her
renowned career. She was forever making
attempts to give credit where it was due, for she knew that without Jesus, her
life would lack meaning and purpose.
Given that not everyone was comfortable hearing this, knowing the Gospel
can be offensive, divisive, even mocked...
she sometimes had to preach it without words, but one way or another,
she found a way to make it known. To
her, it wasn’t about religion – it never was... it was about relationship. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the song Legacy (</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Nichole Nordeman</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;">),
a picture perfect description of my mom’s lifesong is described through the
lyrics. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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As a gift to you, I will choose not to sing it for you, but instead, sharing
only the lyrics:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">I don’t mind if you have something
nice to say about me... <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">I enjoy an accolade like the rest<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">You can take my picture, and hang
it in a gallery <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">With all the who’s and who’s and so
and so’s<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">That used to be the best at such
and such, <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">It wouldn’t matter much...<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">I won’t lie it feels alright to see
your name in lights, <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">We all need an atta boy or atta
girl<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">But in the end I’d like to hang my
hat on more besides<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">The temporary trappings of this world<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">I want to leave a legacy, how will
they remember me? <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Did I choose to love? Did I point
to You enough?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">I want to leave a mark on things,
want to leave an offering, <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">A child of mercy and grace who
blessed Your name unapologetically...<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">And leave that kind of legacy.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Don’t have to look too far, or too
long<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">To make a lengthy list of all that
I enjoy<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Some accumulating trinkets and
treasures <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">That moth and rust, leaves and dust
will soon enough destroy<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">I want to leave a legacy, how will
they remember me? <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Did I choose to love? Did I point
to You enough?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">I want to leave a mark on things,
want to leave an offering, <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">A child of mercy and grace who
blessed Your name unapologetically...<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">And leave that kind of legacy.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Not well traveled, not well read, <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">not well to do, well bred... <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Just want to hear instead, <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">“Well done, good and faithful, Well
done!”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">And
that, indeed, was her legacy to me... and
to us all. It was the most priceless
treasure she passed on through her living example, one that I will continue to
carry out in my own life. She wanted it
for me, lived it out for me... but never
one to exclude someone, she wanted it for all who knew her. For her children, her grandchildren, her
siblings, her extended family, her friends, her co-workers, and everyone else
who came into her life. It was what
mattered most to her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">I
have written many letters to my precious mama over the years... some of which she shared with many of
you. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">I
have one last letter to share... for
such a time as this. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">My beautiful, precious mama... <br />
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I remember when I was little, sharing with you how I prayed that we would both
pass away at the exact same time, because I knew we were so close that losing
one another would be unbearable. Yet
here we are... I wonder how I will keep
breathing. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><i><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">At first, it seemed impossible to imagine life
without you here with us...</span></i><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"> <o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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It was so hard to realize, over and over again, the loss we would feel with
each step, at so many points of our lives.
<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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My MIND WOULD SEE an empty place at the Christmas table, where you would
delight in being surrounded by your children, grandchildren, friends, and any
so called strangers you would welcome into our family when they had none to be
with. I’d ask myself “How would you want
us to celebrate this without you? How do
we piece together a new normal? Who will
make your cheesecake in your absence?
Who will go to the ‘DollarGramma’ for the white elephant swap, or as
Sebastien affectionately calls it, “torture”?”
In many ways, that’s how I remember you, surrounded, always, by those
you loved, celebrating and always making sure everyone felt welcomed and
included. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">My MIND WOULD SEE all the photos we have of you, and feel the ache of
knowing how many photos will be missing of you as the years go on, each
representing an event or moment you would miss alongside of us. When the kids graduate, when they walk down
the aisle, when they welcome babies into the world, we won’t have photos of
those special occasions with your bright smile so full of life. You looked so forward to going to the Outer
Banks with Jillian and I, and to Honduras to visit with Bessy, Justin and
Maryuri, and we will go in your honor, but will deeply feel your absence in the
photos, the look on your face as you stand in awe of God’s beauty and live life
to the fullest, the joy radiating from you.
Oh, how you loved photos.... and
how precious few of you and I there are.
Yes, my MIND WOULD SEE how our family photos from this point on would always
be missing someone – as though our family would never be complete again. You wouldn’t be where we pictured you, you wouldn’t
be here with us.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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My MIND WOULD SEE the memories of you and I worshipping the Lord side by side,
and it broke my heart to imagine not going to Harvest with you this fall at
church, not sitting beside you on Sunday mornings, not reading devotionals with
you and hearing about your spiritual journey and the things God is showing you,
hearing about your Lay Ministry program, which the kids’ lovingly referred to
as the Pope Studies. They were convinced
you were net in line. I would miss not
having you to talk about our favorite topic ever... serving Jesus... Most of all, I knew I would miss you teaching
me about Him in ways only you could. You
were only wrong about one thing, mom – I hadn’t become your spiritual mentor over
the past few years, as you so often told everyone, including myself... you had always been my teacher. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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There were things I wished I could ask you... What went through your mind as
you breathed your last breath and reached out to Him? Did you see the joy on His face as He ran to
you? Has our heavenly Father showed you
the indelible mark you left on the world, the impact you’ve had, the lives
you’ve touched? What’s it like to be
held in the hands of the One who created life?
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There are things I want you to know... I’m
thankful that you were here to welcome Jillian into the world... and that she was
here to hold you as you were welcomed into Heaven. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">I’m thankful you had extra time to spend with Brandon and Joshua,
especially in the past year.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">You loved me fiercely, and loved me well, and although nothing can ever
replace that, I know we both rejoice and thank God for the gift of Will in my
life, I know it brings you peace to know that in your absence, I am loved as
fiercely and as well as you loved me. You’ve
left big shoes to fill, but he has big feet – and he is able, willing, and
honored. I am thankful you had the
blessing of knowing him, and that he had the blessing of knowing you. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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My heart feels an ache in the space where you once were... as though I’m no longer whole... a permanent ache that will linger the rest of
my life here. And yet, if loving you
leaves me with a permanent ache, loving you was worth it. You were worth it. Someday soon, the ache will be healed, I will
hold you again in my arms and rejoice with you – but by then, I will be whole
and no longer aware the ache ever existed.
I will be Home.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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And you know what, mama? What I want you
to know the most, is that while at first, it seemed impossible to imagine life
without you alongside of us...</span></i><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"> <span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"> now, I understand why it was impossible...<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></span></div>
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</span></i><i><u><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16pt;">It is not you</span></u></i><i><u><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"> <span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">that is missing from where we are, it is</span> <span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">us</span> <span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">that are missing from where you are. <o:p></o:p></span></span></u></i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><i><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">You are living the life you were created to live – you have achieved the
dream I pray for all my children; the dream that I pray for everyone -- for
their lives to lead them Home to God. This was your goal, your purpose, so how
can I not rejoice? This was the way it
was meant to be all along, but somehow, along the way, I had hoped to selfishly
keep you here, away from the glorious experience you are living now. </span></i><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"><br />
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Rather than my heart
noticing the empty chair alongside mine at the family table,</span> <span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">I now see the seat you've saved for me at His table</span><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">, and I see you showing me which fork to use. I'm sure
there's about ten! You’re there now, likely
sipping a glass of Green Smoothie. When
I sit with you at His table, I’ll still give you all my mushrooms. Just sayin’!<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><i><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;"><br />
My heart sees no photos of you missing in God's family photos --</span></i><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"> <span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">you're where He pictured you to be all along.</span></span></i><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"> <span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">We're
missing... we're not home. Our family
will only be complete for the rest of eternity once we are all gathered with
you THERE. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></span></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">Last but not least, my HEART KNOWS I’m the one who is missing from
singing with the saints all around His throne, you are there, and I am not yet...
but when I get there, you will teach me
all that I’ve been missing out on, and we will worship Him side by side once
more. No more tears, no more goodbyes... you’re still my teacher, and always will be.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><i><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">I no longer see us growing up without you,</span></i><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"> <span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">I see you growing up without us... waiting for our
hearts to understand what you've understood all along, waiting for the day
until you can teach us about where you've been since the day you were called
Home.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></span></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">Your passing is not what we want in this life... but what if we wanted the wrong thing all
along? What if instead of clinging to
this life, we follow your example and set our hearts’ compass on eternal life
with Jesus, only then we will find everlasting peace and joy, and only through
Jesus we will find our way back to you. <br />
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<i><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">“<span style="color: #c00000;">You will not return to me, but I will go to
you.”</span> 2Samuel 12:23<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><i><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;">The world would be quick to say you’re an
angel, but you’re not. Nor did you grow
wings or become a mere memory. He did
not pick the best for His garden – <u>let us not be tempted to diminish your
life this way, let us instead speak the Truth.</u> His heart in you made you who you are! You are not gone! You are not lost! You, my beloved, are so much more – you are fashioned
by the Creator’s hands, a spirit born of His heart and love, and returned back
to Him. </span></i><i><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">You are simply Home, waiting as you always
did, for us to come and gather together around you. Given how you felt about everyone being
included, everyone being together, about living in community with one another and
God – we owe it to you, mom... to you, to ourselves, and most of all, to God,
to not be left behind, to really take a moment to consider the weight of your
legacy, and to not forsake that eternal gift that has been offered only through
Jesus and is ours for the taking. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">You left behind one message for us all, the
one thing you ask all of us to do in honor of your life... to choose Jesus, as you did, and to lay down
our lives for Him. I will pick up this
cross and spend the rest of my moments left making sure everyone who knew you
considers the purpose of your life and wants it for theirs, that everyone
considers the choice you were given and the gift you embraced – the gift of
eternity that is also theirs for the taking...
that everyone considers the brevity of life, and the sacredness of
eternity with Jesus. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">When our hearts ache for you, mama, and all
that your life stands for... in essence,
our hearts ache for the One you represented so well and His character in
you... our hearts ache for Home, where
you’re waiting for us to join you. We
could close our eyes right now and almost hear that distinct “wooouuhoo”, I am
here, who’s with me?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">You’ve sung it with me many times, mama – no
guilt in life, no fear in death, this is the power of Christ in me; from life’s
first cry, to final breath, Jesus commands my destiny... no power of hell, no
scheme of man, can ever pluck me from His hand, ‘till He returns, or calls me home,
here in the power of Christ I’ll stand.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">And so today, mama, on this sacred ground, I
stand, loud and clear... just as you did... “<span style="color: #c00000;">As for
me and MY house, we will serve the Lord</span>.” Joshua 24:1<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">You are loved... beyond measure<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">You live on... beyond measure.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">We are blessed... beyond measure.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">J’taime buckets...<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Bonne nuit...<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Jolaine <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">(Music – “<i>Home”
– music by Nicol Sponberg)<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">What is it like to be held in the same arms
that hold the universe?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">What is it like to sleep on the chest of
the King of heaven and earth?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">When you open your eyes and look on the
face of the Giver of life, the Author of grace, do you know?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">That your days here changed everything<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">You're missed here and will always be<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">But you left here the greatest gift of all<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">Cause our hearts ache for Home<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">What is it like to breathe in and breathe
out heaven's glorious light?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">What is it like to be robed in perfection,
no reason to cry?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">When you feel on your face, your Father's
kiss, his welcomed embrace, we prayed for this, you should know...!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">That your days here changed everything<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">You're missed here and will always be<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">But you left here the greatest gift of all<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">‘Cause our hearts ache for Home<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">Twinkle twinkle little star<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">We will keep you in our hearts<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">Twinkle twinkle little star<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">We will meet you where you are<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">Your days here changed everything<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">You're missed here and will always be<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">But you left here the greatest gift of all<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12pt;">‘Cause our hearts ache for Home</span><i><span style="background: white; color: #333399; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05692603062067512190noreply@blogger.comHeaven39.306825 -84.28498939.306441000000007 -84.2856195 39.307209 -84.2843585tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414215740673366549.post-54536275101300651902014-05-09T00:57:00.000-03:002014-05-09T20:11:21.107-03:00Jeya's JarIt seems so fitting that this small jar would typically be used for preserves -- something to contain and protect food that sustains and gives life.<br />
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Right now, this one contains only small change... but there's nothing small about the change it will make.<br />
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This is Jeya's Jar - a small jar our women's Bible Study group uses to collect spare change for Jeya. Jeya is a widow who takes part in the <a href="http://compassioncan.blogspot.ca/2013/04/india-2013-feed-my-sheep.html" target="_blank">Family Support program</a> through the <a href="http://www.hishandssupportministries.org/india/" target="_blank">His Hands for India</a> ministry. As an elderly widow who is raising her grandsons, Jeya struggles to make ends meet. She is willing to do hard labor whenever she can, but between her aging body, meager wages, and scarce work, there seems to always be a gap between poverty and her basic needs being met. This places her in a high risk situation for trafficking and bonded labor.<br />
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She didn't need to earn much to make ends meet. A mere $20 would comfortably cover her basic needs of food, shelter, and transportation for the month.<br />
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When we started gathering as a Bible Study group, it was suggested that anyone willing to share their blessings with Jeya could bring a bit of spare change each week for Jeya's Jar. At the end of each month, we would send what we had gathered to Jeya, knowing that even if it didn't quite reach a month's support, it would still be a blessing.<br />
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It seems unthinkable -- that $20 a month would sustain her financially and keep poverty from clawing at her heels. <br />
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<i><br />Small change when you have over a dozen people, and a month to gather it...<br />... big change when it's placed in God's hands for those in need.</i></blockquote>
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The jar holds exactly one cup... a cup of water in His name? We counted April's blessings this week... we had enough to cover exactly one month, plus a spare bit of change to begin our new month with. <br />
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As our lives are transformed by God through our Bible Study group... Jeya's life is transformed by God through our group too.<br />
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<b>Do you have a small group? Can we challenge your Small Group to create a change jar too? Our Bible Study group will only be meeting until the end of June. In the meantime, we would like to see more groups join us in Jeya's Jar initiative so that her sponsorship fund can grow to support her long past the next few months. </b><br />
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For more information, or to join Jeya's Jar -- please contact<b> Info@HisHandsForIndia.org</b><br />
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Thank you...<br />
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<br />JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05692603062067512190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414215740673366549.post-32261703268235105392014-04-29T21:15:00.001-03:002014-04-29T21:19:13.035-03:00Ghana 2014: Art Auction #1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Our family is raising funds to <a href="http://compassioncan.blogspot.ca/2014/02/ghana-2014-building-with-books.html" target="_blank">build a library</a> in Enyan Abaasa, Ghana, the African village in which two of our sponsored children live. This project is being done in partnership with <a href="http://compassion.ca/advocate/jolainelast" target="_blank">Compassion Canada</a></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">, through whom we have been sponsors since 2005. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">My 12 year old daughter Jillian is a budding artist who loves to experiment with all kinds of art. The idea was tossed around to do an Art Auction as part of our Ghana Library fundraiser. Since it's a great way for her to contribute to the fundraising, we are giving it a try. We will auction off a few paintings at a time, and hope to have several auctions throughout the year. I've enjoyed watching her paint so much that I gave it a try too. It was a little frightening! :p</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">The paintings will be offered auction style. The starting bid will be listed in the photo description, along with the painting size. If you wish to bid on an individual painting, please do so in the comment section of that particular painting</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">(on the Facebook Auction album</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">. Be aware that you may be outbid, so check back often.</span><br />
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Click here to see open the auction album: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/jd.richardson.90/media_set?set=a.10154081942835224&type=1">Ghana 2014: Art Auction #1</a><br />
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anyone, but the joy on his face was unmistakable.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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lived a fairly typical life in his small village in the Philippines. Lovingly raised by a woman known for her love
of the Lord, his only desire was also his greatest delight -- to read his Bible and attend
his home church. This was what rooted his
joy in the midst of the poverty and hardships that dogged him his entire life. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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meningitis, which left him hearing impaired and suffering from persistent
seizures. Without medication to control
his seizures, he could no longer read his Bible or attend church. Unable to afford this medication full time,
the decision was made to ration and prioritize it drastically – their priority was for him to have access the medications at the least on Sunday mornings – so that he could attend church and read his beloved
Bible. The rest of the week, he often goes without and greatly
suffers, but his Sunday joy sustains him considerably.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>“<span style="color: #c00000;">Whatever
you did for the least of these, you did it for me</span>”</b>, says Jesus. </span></span></blockquote>
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medicine is $25/month -- less than a dollar
a day. We are seeking sponsorship(s) for
this young man in any amount up to and including $25/month, simply to cover the
cost of his medicine. We desire to see
him live life to the fullest, and to experience his greatest joys without
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amount, no amount too small. A starting
pledge has been received in the amount of $32, which will help him for the next
five weeks until more long-term funding can be established. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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donation, please use the general donation link on <a href="http://www.hishandssupportministries.org/philippines/donate" target="_blank">this page</a>. Indicate "Jesus - medication" in the notes. </span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">To commit to the sponsorship of Jesus, please contact jamie@hishandsforthephilippines.org</span></div>
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Do you remember the smell of a library? I vividly remember going to libraries with my
mom when I was little, ones with thousands of books, wooden index card boxes,
children’s corners with soft seating and bright colors, and the distinct smell
of paper mixed with the smell of the clear tape they used to affix the white
Dewey system labels to the backs of the books.
You could go to different libraries – the school library, the public
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I couldn’t wait to learn to read. What an amazing key to the world: opportunities to learn
about the world around me, about people, adventures, faraway places... endless stories to be discovered. My mom
was a school teacher, so trips to her school or the library, or access to books were abundant. I had my own collection
of books at home, and when I needed something different to read, I’d venture
into newspapers, travel brochures, catalogues, and old Reader’s Digests from
the 1960’s from the bookshelves at my grandfather’s house. There was never a shortage of textbooks in our schools, we even had used ones at home to use and play 'school' with.</div>
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The hardest thing for me wasn’t learning to read, or picking
out a book... it was simply the limit of
books I was allowed to check out at a time. I had one friend in elementary school who
didn’t share my love of reading. We made
a deal – I would sign out my maximum of 4 books, and she would sign out another
4 for me under her name. I’d be all set until
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It was something that I took for granted as a child growing
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dawned on me until I became an adult that reading isn’t always a part of
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In 2011, one of the 17 children I sponsor, a boy from Ghana
named Ato Sam, shared with me through one of his letters that his Ghanian
village, Enyan Abaasa, struggled with the scarcity of books. He explained that he had a thirst for
knowledge, dreamed of becoming an engineer, but without access to books, it was
difficult to learn English and to learn to read, much less to find the vast
amount of knowledge he sought to learn. In my response, I told him that every town
and every school in Canada had its own library, that even our church had a
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Our church library is as big as Ato Sam’s house. </div>
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Astounded, he struggled to imagine this. </div>
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I had made efforts to send a book to Ato Sam with every
letter I wrote to him... within mere months, he had more books than his entire
village combined. I told him that
someday, perhaps he could open his own library and bookstore, and be the
manager of such a tremendous resource for his village.</div>
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The boy who once had very little hope, was beginning to
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So was I.</div>
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I continued to ensure that with every letter I wrote to him,
I also sent an educational book that he could read and share. In a subsequent letter, Ato Sam boldly told
me that since I help so many people around the world, would I consider helping
the children of his own country? Knowing
me well enough to know that I wouldn’t let him down, he boldly asked me when I
was coming.</div>
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Although my initial thought was to help only his family or
his village, I wanted to demonstrate my love for him by first doing something
for his country. After some research, I
learned of the thousands of kids enslaved in the Lake Volta region of
Ghana. After carefully studying the
options, a plan was formed to raise funds to increase the resources available
so that more children can be rescued. By
November of 2011, our tiny team had not only successfully raised the $30,000
required, plus the travel costs, but we traveled to Ghana and took part in the
rescue of two more Lake Volta children. (Read about our project <a href="http://compassioncan.blogspot.ca/2011/03/africa-2011-child-slavery-rescue.html" target="_blank">*here*</a>
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Being in his village and meeting him fueled
our dream to provide book resources to his village, to help the entire village
community increase not only their literacy, but their ability to lift
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When I returned home, I couldn’t shake the dream of seeing
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Imagine how hard it is for a child or an adult to be
encouraged to learn how to read and write when reading materials aren’t readily
available? It’s also hard for people to
find work, for teachers to teach, for business owners to write receipts or
understand the laws, for students to continue their education... for people to know their rights... illiteracy has
a much greater impact than I can wrap my mind around. Above all, it enters into a vicious circle
with poverty – they feed each other.<br />
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After much planning, research and prayer, I knew it was time
to turn this dream into a reality. In
January of 2014, I reached out to the Enyan Abaasa community through Compassion
Canada, asking them how they felt about the possibility of a library in their
community. It was important to me that
this was their dream too, that their community was truly interested in this and
would benefit from it. The response was
very positive. Not only did they respond
that yes, a library would greatly benefit their community, that it would help
increase the level of literacy and help people break the cycle of poverty, but
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I asked them to provide to me a plan of what they had in
mind, and how much it would cost to build.
They responded with a very thorough, thoughtfully drafted plan for a
library that includes a small bookstore, an office, and even a restroom – a welcomed
luxury in rural Ghana. True to these humble,
gracious people, the plans weren’t flashy or excessive; rather, the
library/bookstore plans are very functional, methodical and well thought
through... <b><i>And much better than I could
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The detailed material list I received from them included the
quantity of and price of everything, including boxes of the nails they’d need,
cement bags, lumber, tiles, measurements, labor, etc... even the water barrels and the truckloads of
sand are accounted for. The land has been
secured by the local church, the management team is in place, sustainability
has been thought through long-term. The
community, from the children to the elderly, will benefit as a whole and are
engaged and ready to invest into this invaluable resource. </div>
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This is no longer my dreams, but theirs. In fact, it is no longer a dream, but becoming
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A fundraising team has been established to raise funds to
build the Greater Grace Library & Bookstore for the village of Enyan
Abaasa, in partnership with <a href="https://www.compassion.ca/advocate/jolainelast" target="_blank">Compassion Canada</a>, who will oversee the project
logistics in Ghana. </div>
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I’m experiencing strong feelings of déjà vu – just as we did
in 2011, we are starting empty handed with the finished project estimated to cost $23,000US, ($16,000 for the construction, with the rest for the books, resources and furnishings). This includes a contingency buffer in the event that construction costs increase or something unforeseen happens during the construction phase. Once again, our only plan is to step forward in faith, one certain step
at a time, believing in what we set forth to do. It’s a sacrificial dream, it will take
everything we have to make it happen, and God’s only plan for this project is
His people. He has promised this to us,
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<i>As we did in 2011, we start empty handed. I don’t have $23,000, and it’s likely that
neither of us have $23,000. To you and I,
building this library may seem like an insurmountable challenge. What matters is that we serve a God for Whom
nothing is impossible, a God who has gathered us together to make a difference
in this community. Every penny counts,
every bake sale and yard sale important, every donation precious and life
changing. </i></div>
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JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05692603062067512190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414215740673366549.post-54480941660684122432013-04-14T21:54:00.002-03:002013-04-14T22:25:30.808-03:00India 2013: Poverty's PrisonI've been staring at a blank screen all week, an empty slate, a white canvas... I have been praying for the words only He can lend me that can paint the picture that I want to share with you.... the picture that my camera, my skills, my gifts can't capture on their own. I have been broken silent and yet my heart is crying out loud for what my eyes have seen, my ears of heart, my arms have held...<br />
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The words have brewed all week, all month... when He gives me something to write, He gives the words to me as He gives the earth snowflakes, seemingly random and haphazard yet you know they grow heavy and hurl fast to the ground and you can't catch them all, know them all... they increase in intensity as the storm brews near, falling closer and closer together in a blizzard of thoughts and emotions and memories and right now, as they form on the ground, settling into first sentences, then paragraphs... I will interpret the scenery before me, so that it will stand before you, unheard until now, from God's paintbrush and inkwell, through my hands, to your screen... <br />
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I have no idea how He will share this, what it will look like when it's done... much less how to hold my heart together long enough to put it to life, please bear with me, and gently stay a while... we need you. He needs you.<br />
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We arrived, unannounced as there is no way to communicate our arrival other than to simply come, as we are, to meet them there, as they are, where they are. We walked down a beaten path, far from the road, through groundnut fields. The sun beat down harshly on our backs as we walked single file towards the simple house.<br />
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We had heard of this woman, Amutha, from Pastor Michael, hearts broken over her story. Her husband had run away from their marriage, left her for another woman. Leaving Amutha to care for their two disabled children, a <a href="http://www.hishandssupportministries.org/india/children/item/e-manikandan" target="_blank">boy</a> and a <a href="http://www.hishandssupportministries.org/india/children/item/sathya" target="_blank">girl</a>. I had met both children briefly, but I wanted to do more than meet them, I wanted to see them, hear them, understand their situation and partake in their suffering.<br />
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I thought she was perhaps 10, with her bright green dress and her wild hair pulled back, scarred legs fidgeting restlessly, impish grin shining of innocence. Her hands flapped as she fretted back and forth, pacing excitement and perhaps anxiety, she couldn't say, and we didn't know... <br />
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She was like a bright butterfly of a girl, one minute exploring, the next squatting quietly by the front door, studying us, it seemed. <br />
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We waited by the door to come in, and if I had not been watching at that very moment, I would have missed Amutha's embarrassed face as she swooped low with a dirty rag to wipe the trickle on the floor that had been left behind, before humbly and quietly ushering us into her home.<br />
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It was at that very moment that I connected with Amutha, even though she may never know the depth of my understanding and compassion.<br />
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<i>Eleven and a half years ago, I gave birth to a precious little girl with a hint of red hair to go along with her more-than-subtle hint of intensity. By the time she was a few years old, I knew something was different about her... but having had two boys, and both boys being different from each other as well... I simply pushed aside the gnawing feeling and told myself "boys are different from each other and girls are different from boys... she's just intense in a way her brothers weren't, and she's just her own quirky, unique self..." That would explain her lack of fear, her inability to answer a question, her hyper-sensitivity to sensory input, her delayed development, her inexplicably late toilet training... her selective mutism... her thirst for spinning around and around and around and around... her intense energy and spirit... right? </i><br />
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<i>By the time she started school, I could no longer accept that "girls are just... different like that". She was the one child rocking under a desk, self-soothing to cope with her inability to function and integrate herself in the world around her. She couldn't speak most of the time, had no bladder control, could not brush her teeth, comb her hair, had no impulse control... and the list went on.</i><br />
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<i>As a mother, I needed help, I cried out to Him, overwhelmed... and God provided, in abundance. Specialists began to reveal after months of testing, that my daughter, Jillian, was on the autism spectrum, and that would come to explain so much about her intensity, her quirkiness, her hardships. Her teacher came alongside of me that year, and taught us both how to cope, how to embrace the differences and work with them, how to help her reach her best potential, how to draw her back out of her shell and into a world made safer for her. </i><br />
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Back in India, I stood before this woman that was me... me years ago, except Amutha had not <b>one</b> but <b>two</b> special needs children, both profoundly disabled, and she was completely on her own. Her little girl is not ten, nor is she a little girl... she is 21, trapped inside the broken body and mind of a young child. <br />
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Their government housing was miles from anywhere, specialists were not at Amutha's disposal for her daughter or her son, she had no award-winning teacher blessing her with guidance and solidarity, her mother does not live nearby, she had no spouse to bring her relief... no neighborhood mom's group to rally support from. No Small Group. <br />
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There was no one but her, God, and this precious shepherd -- Pastor Michael.<br />
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My heart convulsed. I felt sick, not understanding how mercy and grace alone can have two women in such an eerily similar situation, and yet have such profoundly different outcomes. <br />
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<i>Years of therapy and intervention, of specialists and provisions at our fingertips... and now? Last Friday morning, Jillian, now eleven, got herself dressed, made her lunch, confidently did her hair and chit-chatted as she prepared herself for school. Skipping out to to the bus stop, I called her back to the door so that I could kiss her on the nose and wish her a great day at school. She grinned and said in a singsong voice "Oh mommyboo... I love you!" </i><br />
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There are days with Jillian that I had to choose which battle to fight -- but this woman before my eyes, this woman's daily choice made my own battle seem like child's play.<br />
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Amutha is strong and healthy enough to work, has experience with agriculture and brick work, wants so much to be able to provide for her family, and can scrape together a meager existence for herself and her two children when she does work. She's not seeking wealth and abundance, she's simply seeking enough -- enough food to out on the tabble, enough provisions for the children's needs and hers... nothing more, nothing less...<br />
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... but in order to do so, she must do the unthinkable...<br />
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... in order to work when her children are not attending class, she must lock them alone in the house to keep them safe from predators, safe from wandering, safe from themselves. The lock that dangles the front door keeps the predators out, and keeps the children in.<br />
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After a hard day's meager wages, Amutha comes home to a ransacked house every single time, as the kids, left to themselves, destroy their few household belongings. Furthermore, the children, left for hours at a time, can not relieve themselves outside, so they must relieve themselves in the house. No one to swoop down and patiently wipe the floor with a dirty rag. There are no bathroom facilities, no running water. No nearby stream. Miles by foot for the nearest water source -- beyond a locked door. <br />
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Barely a way for her children to communicate with her when she is home -- never mind when she's nowhere near the house and working to provide for them.<br />
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One must wonder if a day's wages is worth the discouragement of coming home to heartbreaking conditions, heartbroken children, and a mother's breaking point... but is starving a better choice?<br />
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<span style="text-align: justify;">There is a yoke of oppression and burden weighing heavier on this woman than her thick cotton clothing under the sweltering Indian sun.... there is a shackle of poverty that can be loosened and broken...</span><br />
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<b>Poverty is a prison. </b><br />
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<i><b>We were given the keys.</b></i><br />
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A sponsorship of only twenty dollars a month provides for Amutha and her household so that she no longer has to make that heartbreaking choice until a better option is available to her and her children -- until she is able to work from home or begin a business.<br />
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Help unlock poverty's prison...<br />
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So that she won't go hungry and can tend to the needs of her children without resorting to locking them up.<br />
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So that she can pour her strength into her children's well being.<br />
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So that she experience God's provision like never before, and share of Him with all who have ears.<br />
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So that the hopelessness of poverty's prison will no longer hold her and her children captive.<br />
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To be that key, <a href="http://www.hishandssupportministries.org/india/families" target="_blank">please consider a Family Support sponsorship of $20/month,</a> or a <a href="http://www.hishandssupportministries.org/india/donate" target="_blank">general donation</a> in any amount (indicate "Family Support" in the notes). One time donations earmarked will be equally divided amongst Family Support program families who do not yet have a sponsorship. Tax receipts available (U.S. only). <br />
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Please note that <i>one hundred percent</i> of funds provided towards the Family Support program goes directly to the families in need.<br />
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To learn more about the Family Support program, see also <a href="http://compassioncan.blogspot.ca/2013/04/india-2013-feed-my-sheep.html" target="_blank">this post</a>. <br />
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<br />JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05692603062067512190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414215740673366549.post-24210734331596720212013-04-06T11:50:00.000-03:002013-04-14T19:34:48.692-03:00India 2013: Feed My Sheep<br />
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would individually call the children into the pastor’s kitchen, where they
would be interviewed and assessed in order to update the sponsorship
reports. We only had a few days in which to make sure we had updates on
all the children. With so many children
to assess and a program to run, it had to be done in such a way as to minimize
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">As the children came into the kitchen, their name would be written on a
small whiteboard, which they would then take with them as they climbed the
backstairs to the open roof. It was on the roof that they would have
their sponsorship photos taken, after which they’d head back downstairs to be
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The roof was a perfect spot for photos, as it would draw less attention
to the children, and the soft glow of the late afternoon light would be ideal
for photos. A handful of older children from the program helped us by
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"> <span style="text-align: center;">Six year old </span><a href="http://www.hishandssupportministries.org/india/children/item/v-vimal" style="text-align: center;" target="_blank">Vimal</a></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">A few evenings into this routine, I had just finished taking photos of a
child when I heard a mother’s distressed voice speaking in Tamil. I
turned around to see a mother with her daughter, next in line to take photos --
but something was clearly wrong. Thinking perhaps she was upset with me,
I approached her gently and asked in English what was happening, hoping someone
could tell me. The mother grabbed my arm in a fierce grip that can only
be described as desperation, and her words tumbled out as tears ran down her
cheeks and despair etched itself deeper into her beautiful life-weathered
face. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">It took everything I had to hold back my own tears. Then, and
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I began to piece the story together – she was in pain; her hips,
shoulders and back were hurting... but beyond that, she seemed life-worn.
One moment she would wring her hands in concern, the next she would place them
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Then,
she began to put her hands to her mouth, pleading with her eyes… the
message transcended all language barriers -- she was not talking about food,
she was talking about hunger. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Wanting to understand the situation, I
turned to the older children, and asked them to help me understand this woman’s
situation. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">By this point, the mother was sobbing loudly in my arms, shoulders
shaking, hands clinging to me, while forcing the rest of her story out in rapid-fire
Tamil in between sobs. My heart was
pierced for her long before the words in English could follow.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Through bits and pieces of broken English, I learned that this woman’s youngest
daughter was disabled and took part in the sponsorship program. Her older children had
grown up and gotten married, and now that they were no longer living at home
and helping to support her, she struggled to feed herself and provide for her
daughter’s needs. She moved slowly, her body wracked with pain, and kept
asking for healing and for help. She had reached the end of
herself… <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">… but not the end of God’s provisions and possibilities.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Not the end of hope.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">As I wrapped my arms around her, the children surrounded us while I
prayed with her as she prayed in Tamil. I don’t know all that was said,
but I know God heard us both and that something would be made new from all these broken pieces.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">As we finished praying, I took her face gently into my hands, held her
worried gaze with my eyes, and told her hope was here… God had heard her
cries and He would provide healing for her body, and He would satisfy her
hunger… this was the beginning, not the end... I thanked her for trusting me enough to
share, and told her once again to hang on to hope. God would come
through. His mercies would come.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Long after the photos of her daughter were taken… long after the
sobbing silenced... long after she had
begun her trek back home with her daughter… my heart was raw with ache
for this woman who had wept in my arms.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Having poured so much of my life into breaking the cycle of poverty and
slavery, I knew that this mother and her child were at risk, and the thought of
it made me sick. In desperation for food or finances, would she end up
making a deal with a brick factory, where she and her daughter would spend the
rest of their lives in bonded labor? Would her daughter be at risk for
child trafficking? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The raw ache pressed into my heart uncomfortably until I spoke with
Jamie later that night. After much prayer, the idea was born to approach
Pastor Michael about the possibility of a Family Sponsorship program for
families in a vulnerable situation like this. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">He was very open to the idea. He explained that families with
single moms or grandmothers as the sole caretaker, especially when the children
are disabled, suffer above and beyond the usual hardships of extreme
poverty. Unable to work full time because of the child care demands, or
due to age and health, the financial strain of providing for their families
often brings these women to the breaking point. It often leads to
the women having to pull a child out of school in order to send him or her to
work, further perpetuating the cycle of poverty into the next generation. Desperate times all too
often lead to desperate decisions. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">It doesn't have to be this way. <b>"Do you love Me? <i>Feed My Sheep</i>", He said...</b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We asked what would be best – for her to receive food and the basics
needed, or for her to receive funds to obtain the basics on her own. Pastor Michael said that in this situation, there
was no concern with providing the mother with money, in that it would be used
as it is intended – for survival. Research
backs it up -- mothers in extreme poverty will spend over 90% of their
financial provisions on the basic necessities that take care of their family,
often before their own needs. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">We asked how many families with children in the program were facing
extreme circumstances such as these. He named three. We had met one
– an older single mom of a disabled child unable to work to provide for herself
or her child. We decided to visit the homes of the other two families to
assess their situation in person, interview them and learn more about their
needs. Each story made my heart raw with ache for this broken world...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The second family consisted of a young single mom with two profoundly
disabled children, Manikandan and Sathya, both of whom are in the sponsorship program. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Two years ago, she lived with her two
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solidly built one room house, improving her living conditions considerably but still leaving
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father to flee the responsibility of raising two sons on his own. Their
care was left to the grandmother, who struggled to meet their needs on her own
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">The only work she was able to do was to
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and if she were to pass away, the boys would be immediately evicted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">At best, working full time in manual labor (rice fields, agriculture,
brick work) in this area, these women could earn approximately $15-20 a month
if working full time. Full time work is rare. The grandmother receives an old age benefit
of 500 rupees a month from the government, the equivalent of $10 a month, but
the basics of food, shelter, transportation and school costs an average of 2500
rupees a month – $50 -- far out of reach of what she can earn with her ailing
health and body. Many young, able bodied women do not earn that
much. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">School fees are provided for by the sponsorship program, and food is
provided daily to the children. This helps alleviate the financial strain
on the families, but still leaves a gap. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">After much discussion and prayer, we determined that with a sponsorship
donation of $20 a month, supplemented by any work that the caretakers can
manage, the heavy burden that breaks the backs of these women could be lifted, and
the raw wounds left on our hearts by these women’s stories could begin to heal.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">When it was time for us to leave, I turned to give Jaya, the
grandmother, a comforting hug. She wept
openly in my arms, in the middle of the street in front of her tiny house, as
everyone looked on and prayed. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">It took a
long, long time for her to look up and look into my eyes to find hope. I prayed she wouldn’t see me at all, but
would only see Jesus... and I kept repeating the same message to her over and
over again, in English... “Hope is here
– his name is Jesus… He is here. Hope is here.... Hope is here.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hope IS here. <i>God Himself sent us. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">To love Him is to give. To give is to love Him.</i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">To share from your abundance and provide hope to these families, please
consider a <a href="http://www.hishandssupportministries.org/india/families" target="_blank">Family Support sponsorship</a> of $20/month, or a <a href="http://www.hishandssupportministries.org/india/donate" target="_blank">general donation in anyamount, (indicate "Family Support" in the notes)</a>. One
time donations will be divided equally amongst Family Support program families
who do not yet have a sponsorship. Tax
receipts available (U.S. only).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">He commands us to go, to serve, to give… He connects us to the
people who need His provisions…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;">Now that we know, how will we respond? </span><span style="color: #222222; font-size: x-small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
JDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05692603062067512190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6414215740673366549.post-33210676862103053682013-03-08T18:39:00.003-04:002013-03-08T21:45:20.072-04:00India 2013: Hidden In Plain Sight<br />
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<b>In India, much like in Honduras, Ghana, Cameroon, and Haiti – we sought out the poorest areas -- areas where people lived far below the invisible poverty line. Areas where homes were made of whatever materials could be afforded – whether it’d be mud walls and thatched roofs, shelters pieced together with scraps and leftovers, or solid concrete or adobe structures.</b></div>
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<b>In India, much like in Honduras, Ghana, Cameroon and Haiti – roads were congested, garbage strewn around, infrastructure was primitive or absent altogether, education a challenge for those afflicted by extreme poverty, healthcare a rare luxury. <u></u><u></u></b></div>
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<b>Robed in splashes of striking, bold colors and regal fabrics, and with fresh flowers in their hair, the girls and women gracefully dotted the scenes before our eyes; </b><b>bent low over rice fields, heads high carrying baskets or bundles, hands hardworking steadily weaving rope and hauling water, hearts full carrying babies and caring for families. </b></div>
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<b>The beauty before us took our breaths away. It was as though they were in a movie, actors in a Little House On The Prairie scene… everything was so beautiful that it made it all too easy to forget the reality of their poverty, of their situation, of their desperation for a better life.<u></u><u></u></b></div>
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<b>The smell of raw sewage… cows clogging the streets… makeshift homes… the homeless… idol worshiping and sacrifices... the poor, the sick, the broken, the lost… everywhere.</b></div>
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<b>It's everywhere back home too. It's everywhere if you look deeply enough, past the surface... but seeing it hurts.</b></div>
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<b>Seven days a week, these children would come for nourishment of every kind… spirit, mind and body. It was so new to them, this idea that they were valued and important, that they were loved and appreciated… that they could be touched and hugged and a gentle kiss could affectionately be placed upon their foreheads as they parted each night and went home… that the words “I love you” could be spoken and meant.<u></u><u></u></b></div>
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<b>In their previous experiences, they were considered the “least wanted, lowest class, despised and avoided” – their label, “untouchable”, was very literal. For someone of a “higher social class” to touch them meant that the higher class person would then become dirtied, cursed, and lose all their social standing. They too, would become "untouchable". <u></u></b></div>
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<b>Their eyes are alive, their humble servants’ hearts so pure and beautiful, their smiles light a room. </b></div>
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<b>As <a href="http://www.hishandssupportministries.org/india/children" target="_blank">each child is sponsored, for only $11 a month</a>, it gives the program the opportunity to reach out to more children and include them in this life changing environment. A dozen new children were enrolled while we were in India, a few of which already have sponsors. As these children grow and develop and are nourished in body, spirit and mind, the cycle of generational poverty is broken.<u></u><u></u></b></div>
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<b>The difference is hope.<u></u><u></u></b></div>
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<b>The difference is love.<u></u><u></u></b></div>
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<b>The difference can be you, too.</b></div>
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