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light wins

 Light finds its way in the darkness. Light wins over darkness. Always.

“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” John 1:5 (NIV)

Darkness will not prevail in this dark, 1-room home on a sunny afternoon in Arusha, Tanzania. Not this day. Today is a home visit. I am blessed to be welcomed into my sponsored child’s home.

I am invited in and we visit together as friends do. Chit chatting through translators. When you visit someone’s home in Tanzania, it is proper to bring a gift of food. I present the food box filled with flour, rice, oil and tea. (No sugar due to the shortage here.) I bring a doll, too because every little girl should have a doll.

I ask if they have any of my letters. Hoping they have kept some, of course. But unsure where they would find space to keep anything not truly essential. The young, unwed mother quickly retrieves a large envelope. Out spills a historical timeline of love and encouragement and hope. Very essential after all. My heart smiles.


How will we see the love letters in the darkness? Light breaks through. A beam of light pierces the darkness. Light and love always find a way. I am thankful.

We review together. Her beside me. She is the reason for these letters. She is the reason I write.

When I put a letter in the mail or submit one online through Compassion International, I assume my communications will find their way safely to her. But to have this precious child sitting beside me in her humble home with the letters on my lap, it is a holy and happy moment indeed.

I say to my guides, “Translate please. Tell them what this means to me and how it makes my heart so full of joy.” My tears are drowning my words.

She points to a picture of me attached to a letter from last year. ‘Yes, that’s me. But I am here now. I am right here.’ Together we see the pictures of the wintertime snows and the summertime butterflies.  Remember?

Then I unpack her letters that I have carried across many miles to show that I save hers.  Truly essential to me too. I savor every word, every simple picture drawn by her small hands.

Our love deepens.  A beautiful connection is forged in that tiny spotlight, sitting side by side. In the darkness, the letters are illuminated. Love shines through; my love for her and her family and Christ’s unconditional love for all of us. In that small beam of light, I feel the warmth of God’s love shining on us as I take her hand in mine.

“For I was once in darkness, but now I am the light of the Lord. Help me live as a child of His Light.” paraphrase of Ephesians 5:8

Let’s Walk Worthy!

A Joyful Walk Part 2

October 23, 2015

Dear fellow travelers,

What a joyful mailbox day part 2! I reached in to find 2 letters! One from our little boy, Goodluck, and our little girl, Hilda. They both live in Tanzania and attend the same Center.  But, wait, there is more……I also received a packet of information on  the latest addition to our family. A handsome young man named Wilmer from El Salvador. We will be corresponding with him. As his correspondent, we have the privilege of exchanging letters and developing a relationship with him. We  encourage him, shower love on him,  and share Bible verses with him. We are not his sponsors though. I love that Compassion gives this option. Some corporations or individuals are not letter-writers. No problem! They find people who are! So a big welcome to Wilmer!! He just celebrated his 12th birthday and his picture is already up on our wall. I have requested additional correspondent children so perhaps there will be more surprises in my mailbox very soon.

You may not think letter-writing is very important to your child. But I am telling you…..it is HUGE! If you ever have the opportunity to go on a sponsor trip, you will witness how the  children and parents value each and every letter as a precious gift. They truly do! On a recent trip to the Dominican Republic, we were welcomed into a home of a single mom. She has 4 children. The two oldest girls are both in the Compassion program. One receives letters from her sponsor and proudly produced them for us to view. The other one does not receive any letters. She is 14 years old and that speaks volumes to her. She cried as the translator shared with us how sad she was. Why did her sister receive letters on a regular basis but she did not? Was there something wrong with her? Oh the immense hurt and pain in those tears!

Wrapping up our visit and upon returning to the Center, our group decided to take action. We decided that we will write letters to that young lady ourselves. We grabbed paper and pen and with the help of our amazing translator began pouring out our love and encouragement! (The representative from the Center would hand deliver them for us.) This precious child of God would know how  much she is loved.

So write, write, write.  The children, of all ages, matter and so do your letters!