Sunday, May 10, 2009

Desire's Puppet

Rather than start from the beginning, I will start from this day...Mother's Day. An interesting day when you have a mother's heart, but no physical proof that you are in fact a mother. About one month ago, the Lord put a desire in my heart to sponsor a child in India. I have always been leery of groups that lead sponsorship programs. You send a check, but where does it go? Remember those commercials that would pan through a crowd of sad, starving children? Remember how easy it was to convince yourself that they told the kids to put on their most frowny faces. That it was all an act to get money...because it made you feel better about sitting in your easy, want for nothing, life? Ignorance is bliss, right?

I did attempt to push aside the desire to cancel our HBO package and use that money to select a child from the Compassion website to sponsor instead. Hmmmm...see the next season of Entourage or change a life? I am embarrassed that this was a decision that I had to wrestle with.

But, the desire held on firmly as God gently nudged me along (sometimes he is so specific, you can't even doubt if something is from him). You see, he knows me. I am always hesitant about anything new. I am chicken.

This morning I woke up and found myself writing, of all things, about being obedient to God. I was sitting, very comfortably, on my red couch when desire overtook the situation and won. You could say that I became desire's puppet. I sprung up off of that couch like my pants were on fire, talked to Rob briefly about the sponsorship and asked if he trusted me, and then sat down at the computer to find 'the one'.

I decided to search for a child who has the same birthday as our angel baby, Faith Marie. August 22nd. Four lovely children's pictures popped up on the screen. I saw her immediately. Niha. 6 years old. Beautiful. I plugged in my information, pressed send, and a confirmation appeared on the screen. It was official. As of 8:22 this morning, I am sponsoring a child in India. Did I mention how specific Jesus can be?

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