1,000 GIFTS, #99 to #110
1,000 GIFTS, #45 to #64
Here I am again on another Multitude Monday and LOVING this delightful discipline of counting toward 1,000 gifts.
#45. An awesome planning meeting on Tuesday night with my Women’s Ministry Leadership Team at the Olive Garden…good food, great fellowship, and hope of a glorious future as we serve the women in our church and community. I love you Cindy, Teresa, and Jennifer!
#46. Lunch with a sweet young woman that I love so much. We dined at “The Swanson” (a local restaurant in a downtown historical home) and encouraged each other as we’ve both been through some trials in our lives and church the past few months. God is so faithful.
#47. A great haircut from my sweet hairdresser, Brooke. Her shop is Salon Seven because she was born 7-7-77. Isn’t that the neatest thing? And she is a believer. And my son is her pastor. Love that.
#48. I attended a class by our local county extension agent entitled “Vegetable Gardening 101.” I loved it and the teacher just happens to be a deacon from my church. He did great.
#49. Sweet fellowship around great coffee with a great group of friends. Encouragement.
#50. As I type this it is thundering and the rain is coming down hard on my metal roof.
One Day, No More Earthquakes
I copied this tweet from my son’s Facebook status:
RT @nathanafinn: One day the True King will return and restore all that Adam lost. Then there will be no more earthquakes.
Hallelujah for that DAY.
- No more earthquakes.
- No more disease.
- No more poverty.
- No more death.
You can go directly to the Compassion site to give safely and securely to bring aid to the earthquake victims in Haiti.
I sponsor a little boy in Colombia and he is safe and sound tonight. I received a letter from Iduar just last week telling me about how much he loves to play soccer and asking me if I like to sing! I stood in my kitchen as I read his letter and thought to myself… “he held this paper, Iduar touched this very same piece of paper that I am holding right now.”
The power of touch – so many hurting Haitians right now. I can pray and ask the Healer, my Heavenly Father to touch lives right now. Grant it Lord. Use those that are there to touch many lives out of the overflow of You touching them.
A Contrast in Babies…USA and India
I have been following Melissa Moore Fitzpatrick’s blog journal this week over at the LPM Blog. She and several other bloggers are sharing their journeys to India as part of the Compassion bloggers’ trip. It has been an amazing journey for that team as shared through their posts – and we have been privileged to participate by praying and reading their blog. Of course, the best way we can participate is by sponsoring a child. My husband and I have been sponsoring a little boy since February. His name is Iduar and he lives in Colombia, South America.
The following excerpt from Melissa’s post just wore me out:
A six-month old infant lying alone on a bed in a shack without any supervision *for the entire day* since both his parents are out working daily labor jobs and living desperately from hand to mouth.
The reason I am so slain by that thought is of course the obvious: six-month old babies don’t stay alone for any length of time, much less an entire day.
And another reason is that our 8-month grandson is spending the night with us tonight! We have enjoyed every minute of his company and he has never ONCE been out of our arms. We’ve visited all the farm animals (chickens, cows, sheep, donkeys) and we watched as my Dad, (Zeke’s great-grandfather) worked in his beautiful vegetable garden. Six adults and one blessed little boy – his parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents all doting on his every action – laughter and joy abounding.
My mind kept thinking about that 6 month old in a shack some- where alone because his parents had to do what they had to do to survive. I cannot wrap my mind around that.
One little boy here in the USA all tucked in tonight, sleeping in the very baby bed his father slept in – with a full tummy, smelling so sweet and clean, and rocked to sleep by his Gran Jan…
One little six-month old in India that was alone for a whole day – in filth, hungry, crying – oh God – why?
I say thank You Father for Your love, mercy, and grace to me and my family.
Mark 10:14 (Amplified Bible)
But when Jesus saw [it], He was indignant and pained and said to them, Allow the children to come to Me–do not forbid or prevent or hinder them–for to such belongs the kingdom of God.
Please consider sponsoring a child – for $32 a month you can make a difference.
Blessings,
Gran Jan