The little girl who came to dinner.

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The Nester (Myquillyn) and her sister Emily on their way to Uganda

My beautiful, amazing, and inspiring friend the Nester and some other awesome bloggers, traveled to Uganda with Compassion International last Saturday.  They are on their way home today.

My family and I sponsor several children all over the world as a direct result of Myquillyn’s trip with Compassion International to Tanzania last year.

As I read her posts this week, I was moved to tears again.  I read about this beautiful 11 year old named Grace.

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From Myquillyn’s blog post:

Grace sits still next to her mom and listens as she tells us about how her husband, Grace’s dad was killed, how they were taken captive, freed, and captive again. How rebels cut off her grandmother’s breasts. How people promised to protect them only to chase them away. Not once, but twice.

I can’t help but wonder what I was doing the day Grace’s daddy was killed. What was I fretting over the day her mother held her hands up and surrendered after watching as the men in their family were beaten to death? And how am I even sitting here with an empty bottle of Fanta soda in front of me typing out the words “captured” and “daddy was killed.”?

This really happened. It doesn’t sink in. And still hasn’t.

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As I read Myquillyn’s story of Grace in my warm office with my hot coffee and my healthy salad (actually it was taco bell bean burritos), with locks on my doors, in my safe neighborhood, a refrigerator full of food, with running water in all three of my bathrooms, I cried.

I wanted the world to know about Grace, the other children in Uganda who need sponsors, about Compassion International.  What could I do?  Run around to all my neighbors, bang on their doors and shake them while I cried about children who need help?  My neighbors already think I’m crazy painting chairs, bringing home discarded wood in the back of my truck, painting everything blue.

I decided I could start with my family. My husband and two kids.  That evening after we finished eating the incredible meal I sweated over (chicken nuggets and mac n cheese), I made them sit and had my husband read the blog post about Grace out loud.  I don’t want to mislead you.  This isn’t something we normally do.  I wish we sat around and discussed religion and things going on in the world, but with an 11 year old and an 8 year old and a husband who is just as hyper and fun as they are, I’m lucky to get a word in edgewise.  I’m just patting myself on the back that we still have dinner together as a family most nights.  Not a lot of worldly things being discussed at our dinner table, but at least we are together.

But we stayed seated at the table after the nuggets were long gone and he read.   After we read Myquillyn’s first post something happened.  They wanted to hear more.  So we read another one.

Since that night at dinner my kids have started praying for the kids we sponsor in a new way.  They are praying for Grace.  Yesterday something else incredible happened.  My husband came and sat in my office and kinda out of the blue asked me to forward him the link to Myquillyn’s blog.  He was going to forward her posts on to coworkers and friends so they too could her about Grace and Compassion International.

So this weekend if you haven’t already, take a few minutes and read about my friend’s trip to Uganda.  Visit Compassion International’s website.  I promise it will change your heart, make you hug your family a little longer, and make you appreciate all that you have, and maybe sponsor a child in need.

xoxoxoxo Angela

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9 Responses to The little girl who came to dinner.

  1. Tracy February 1, 2014 at 2:02 pm #

    You’re so right. We had the same conversation at our table! My boys are going to help pick out a child and we’ve all agreed that they’ll help pay for a percentage of the sponsorship each month.

    • angela February 1, 2014 at 2:09 pm #

      oh my gosh Tracy! That is such a great idea!!! Totally going to talk to my kids about forking over some of their allowance to help.
      xoxoxo
      Hope you all have a great weekend!!!!
      Angela

  2. caroline February 1, 2014 at 4:04 pm #

    love this Angela! it has been an incredible week to read their words & to see the pictures. so amazing. xoxo

    • angela February 2, 2014 at 12:02 pm #

      Hey dear friend!!! Yes it has been incredible to read their stories and see their photos. Sometimes I feel like I am there with them. I hope you and your beautiful family are doing awesome!!! lots of love to you Caroline!!
      xoxoxo
      Angela

  3. maria February 1, 2014 at 11:47 pm #

    Thank you for posting this – yes, we need to pray and help however we can!

    • angela February 2, 2014 at 12:02 pm #

      Amen Maria!!!
      lots of love to you!
      Angela

  4. Gwen February 2, 2014 at 5:14 am #

    This is a moving post, for sure. The evil of satan has been happening all over the world for so long. Many of my students were refugees who escaped under gunfire in the darkness of night. They were refugees here and I were their first teachers. To be so young and their parents told me how frightening it was…from countries all over. Eastern Slavic countries of the former Soviet block, Asian countries where they fled in boats at night, others fleeing at night and climbing over mountains and across the ocean to find safety here.My aide had resided in Central America and was held with her classmates after the teacher and some students killed, at gunpoint. She made her escape to another room, and then to a teacher’s car. Her classmates who stayed and were promised safety were killed instead. She escaped to the usa and cannot ever return to her homeland. Another woman told of the awfulness in a middleast country where the womens breasts were cut off and paraded high above the men’s heads in mockkery, because these women were Christian and their captors were not.
    I currently am helping a local family that is American. In Jesus’ name. Living in the same town makes it nice but also makes it more real. I want to take over and clean and fold clothes and fix holes in their rental walls, and plant flowers, and hang cute pictures and decorate their baby’s room. I’d love to ASCP the dresser I gave them but they are proud and I have to let these things I find “civilized” go, for we all make choices. I’m helping with things that assure the mother has a way to work, help with a vehicle, food, clothes but I can’t afford new…but what I do, I remind this young Mom that I am not a Santa Claus answer to prayer. That God is providing what help I am giving. Sometimes I wonder if that sinks in. So I pray that God is not viewed as a moneybag but as a Savior. I share verses and my faith often, even when I am mocked or made fun of. But it’s in Jesus’ name I help.

    • angela February 2, 2014 at 12:03 pm #

      Gwen you are amazing my friend. Amazing. Thank you for sharing your story.
      loveeeeeeeeeee
      Angela

  5. christina britt lewis February 2, 2014 at 8:10 pm #

    so wonderful! i cried too. tim and i sponsored a child together before we were married! hehehe… we were still in college and that commitment made me know i would spend the rest of my life with tim more than any ring ever could. but he grew up and didn’t need us anymore. how wonderful is that?!? it’s time to start over. thank you for inspiring us to do so. xo…

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