Friday, May 29, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
One of the greatest joys of being a parent is when I get a glimpse of my own child showing compassion for others. I want my children to have a heart like Jesus, and admittedly there are times when I try to force it into them. But the truly sweet moments are when they show compassion all on their own.
We have taken our children to Africa. They have seen the poor, the hungry, the homeless. They have been to "street church" where we handed out bowls of rice and beans to people wearing filthy rags for clothing. But it has been 3.5 years and their memories are fading (Dane's are gone, but Genevieve still has some). We talk regularly about those without food, clean water, homes, or even parents to care for them. I just want them to get it. I don't want to raise another generation with a sense of entitlement. With only selfish ambitions.
So it is mornings like today that give me hope.
Genevieve had turned the TV on before school in hopes to catch a cartoon before we had to leave. But instead of Super Why coming right on, the channel was turned to a one of the promos for sponsoring children. It showed little sick children, with the flies on their faces and bloated bellies.
In a solemn voice she asked me "mom, are those the poor kids in Africa we talk about?". I answered that they were. Then I decided to go about my business getting her lunch made, and let her take it all in. She sat and watched the program in the other room. As we were packing up to leave she showed me a container full of change and told me that was the money for the people without food. She then wanted to know if we had more money we could give them. I suggested we try to raise some money to send them. She asked "like a lemon-aid stand?" She was referring to our failed attempt from last summer. So I think we are all ready to try doing this again. And thinking of other ways to raise money too.
And that my friends, makes a mama's heart swell with pride. Pride in a good way. For just a moment I think all will be right in the world if this is what the next generation will be like.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
I've had this idea brewing for awhile now. Have you ever been in a store, put something in your cart that you really didn't need, and thought "I would rather send the $3.99 to buy a mosquito net for someone in a malaria-inflicted region, or medications for an HIV infected person", and put it back ont the shelf? But then you get home and you don't actually send off the $3.99 to the charity?
How cool would it be if there was an iphone application, let's call it "icharity", where you could send any amount of money at the touch of a button (or 2) to your charity of choice? Where you are driving through the drive through at Starbucks, and at the last minute decide "instead of this $3.85 mint mocha frapucchino, I can buy 22 meals for the hungry in Uganda through Children's Hope Chest". And you can do it RIGHT THEN.
I've been dreaming about it this. So I finally decided to google what it would take to get an application designed.
And that would be in the neighborhood of $30,000. =(
Do I think it's worth it? YES. Do I think it would encourage people to give up some of our luxurious spending in turn for thoughtful giving? YES. Do I have $30,000 to make this happen? No =(.
But maybe someone out there in the cybersphere will see this blogspot and also happen to be an iphone application designer =). And they can HAVE this idea free of charge =).
Oh and by the way, do I have an iphone? No. I did for about 4 months until it was stolen. Would I get one again just for this application? You betcha.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Thinking about mother's today. Mother's who get to spend today with their kids, and mother's who don't. Mostly the mother's who don't. The mother's who don't get to tuck their kids into bed at night or kiss their boo boos all better.
Because they are dead.
14 million orphans in Africa alone. Thinking of those mothers today ♥ . Mourning with their children. And thinking about what I can do to help less mother's die.
All the while hugging my kids and thanking God for allowing me to mother them.