It's a Boy!

Recently I wrote a post about my desire to go on mission trips in order to do something for children who have nothing.  Patiently waiting to go on an international trip has been tough.  I so want to be there with those kids, playing, holding hands, braiding hair, giving hugs, and rocking them to sleep.  Those who know me well know that patience itself is one of those tricky personality quirks that I work on daily.  

So in order to be involved while here at home, TechDaddy and I decided to sponsor a child through Compassion International.  For only $38 a month we get to help provide a child with medical check-ups, books, bible teaching, food, clean water, and more.  We just couldn't pass up this opportunity.

However, I wasn't prepared for what I saw on the Compassion website.  Don't get me wrong, they have a great site.  But on my computer screen dozens of children's faces stared back at me as if to say "Are you going to pick me?"  So many children from numerous countries around the planet were listed. 

And that leads me to another, er, interesting character quirk I have...indecisiveness.  Don't know what I mean?  Let me spell it out for you.  Going to an ice cream shop can be a trial as I try to narrow down flavors.  Oh, but add in toppings and we'll be there another 10 minutes if you don't watch out. 

So imagine my dilemma when faced with the prospect of only getting to choose one of those sweet kids...I couldn't do it!  I really wanted to take them all, but as I have my own precious chicklets to feed and clothe and love here at home, I could only pick one.  And that's where Compassion was using their thinking caps.  They must have known I'd be coming along someday because they have this other nifty choice; they chose for me.  Actually, they offer the option to choose the child that has been on their list the longest.  And that's what we did.

Because of our choice we didn't get to see who was going to "be our child" when we signed up online, so we waited for the information packet.  And in just a few days we found out...it's a boy!  I opened the card that had his info and saw his picture.  And then I cried.  Not out of pity or sadness, but I cried out of sheer joy at seeing this sweet little boy's face. 

He is just so precious!  His blog name is JayT {not his real name}, he is five, and he is from Haiti.  Our first job as a family is to send him a photo and a letter telling him about us.  I can hardly wait!

And even though he lives so far away and we haven't yet established contact, I already feel a bond to him.  He's not some name to us. He is family.