It’s the day after Thanksgiving.
And my belly is still full.
I am warm. I am safe. I am loved.
From this abundance of blessings my heart overflows. I remember that I have been given much. And not just to keep to myself, but in order to give much.
This is a lesson I am in the process of learning. Thank goodness that God is patient with me and allows me to try and fail at this many, many times. But I am getting it, even if just a little at a time.
We’re trying to teach our children to “get it” as well. We talk about our blessings. We talk about others who have less. Much less. And we pray for them.
We also try to give to them. And Christmas is the time of year that our desire to give selflessly, and our anticipation over the celebration of Christ’s birth converge. And it can make for some amazing fireworks.
Giving to something that you believe in with your whole heart, and knowing your donation can make all the difference in the life of the “least of these”? There’s just nothing else like it.
Y’all know I volunteer for An Orphan’s Wish. And I’ve come to know everyone in the organization from the inside out. The folks that run the Unit in China are the real deal. And they are living a very real life: hands on, committed, occasionally messy and sometimes very tough. They currently care for 43 special needs orphans, whose medical and physical needs range from minor to major.
And sometimes, one of the children becomes sick. Much more than just a cold or a fever… frighteningly sick. And they urgently need medical treatment. But without the necessary funds for a hospital stay, time and energy are wasted trying to raise the money for care. And these critically ill children just don’t have any time to spare.
Children like Hope.
Hope required three long weeks of intensive care at the hospital before finally coming to stay at An Orphan’s Wish. And even after her hospital stay, she arrived at AOW frail, thin, and alarmingly jaundiced. Her special need of anal atresia was secondary to her incredibly fragile health… we didn’t even know if she would survive.
But she did survive. And not only did she survive, but now she is no longer yellow. She is gaining weight, and learning to smile. And, instead of struggling for her life, she is enjoying life.
Determined to give all our children the opportunity for essential medical care like sweet Hope, we are eager to establish a medical fund to access when the need arises. So that precious minutes aren’t wasted.
So that another child who becomes frighteningly ill, like Hope, will have a chance at a healthy beginning in life, instead of a tragic ending.
Please take some time and share this with your family. I would be so grateful if you would prayerfully consider joining our family this Christmas in donating to Hope for the Holidays.
It just might be the best gift of the year.