Through the years of letters, pictures, and care packages, I don't think I ever really thought much about WHY Camilla needed my help. I didn't really stop to SEE the poverty that was the only way of life she knew.
I am going to be brutally (embarrassingly so) honest and confess that although I have “sponsored” a child for a long time, I do not know what my current sponsored child’s name is. And to be even more brutally honest with you, I cannot tell you with certainty whether I sponsor a boy or a girl. And I most certainly can not tell you what country my sponsored child lives in.
Embarrassing and shameful as it is, this is how I have been “supporting” Compassion Ministries for a very long time.
But because I have seen the faces of those children in the slums of Calcutta today, I am moved to open it up.
My hands are literally shaking as I type. I just opened up a letter from my sponsored child. Her name is Yasmines. She lives in Columbia. She thanked me for a Christmas gift I didn’t even know I had sent. She is going to turn 15 years old in August and she wants to know when my birthday is. She signed her letter to me, “your Colombian daughter, Yasmines.”
She has a name. Her name is Yasmines.
And she thinks of me as “another mother”. It’s how she signed the one letter I have ever read from her.
I also found something inside of that envelope… something I haven’t seen in a very long time. It is the Compassion form used to send letters to your sponsored child. A long, long time ago, I filled these forms out often… with vigor and delight. I haven’t done it in so many years. Of that, I am ashamed. I have reduced my sponsorship to a mere financial contribution. But that is going to change.
Today, I am going to fill out the form. I am going to write a letter to Yasmines. I am going to tell her my name is Danielle and that my birthday is August 24th. I am going to pray for her to pass her grade level because that is what she asked me to do in her letter to me. I am going to tell her about my family and my children. I am going to send her a picture of my family. I am going to tell Noah about her and have him draw her a special picture. I am going to buy her some fun things to put in a care package. I am going to ask her to send me a picture of herself so that I can post it on my refrigerator. I am going to give her words of love and encouragement. I am going to give her what she deserves… a sponsor who is not merely a financial donor, but one who is “another mother”.