Dinner lately feels like a desperate slide into home base where all of us collide at once. We can’t miss it though because after our separate days spent in polar directions we need to share with each other. We need a good family laugh together. Kira is a hot topic as we compete to report who she likes the most. Lately, it is Jordan. Oh my, is she enamored with him. He babysits after school for an hour here and there and I know he is doing a good job with her because she leaps from my arms into his when it’s time for me to shuttle a kid, cook or send a few emails.
Besides her attachment to him, what I treasure is the way he looks at her. He’s not one to talk about his feelings but they come out in body language and through his smile when he is soaking up her love. There’s been a shift that has happened with him where taking care of her is no longer something he does to earn spending cash, to help me, or because he has no choice, it is something he wants to do. He loves her.
Of all my children Jordan scores highest in protective instincts. He started training for Karate when he was about ten and though he no longer practices karate he learned the importance of protecting those he loves. It is always on his mind. He wants to be a marine and an FBI agent. I think if he applies himself to that goal it will be an excellent fit for him.
At dinner last night I shared the letters I received from Uganda written by a few of the children there expressing their love, gratitude and promise of prayers for the work we are doing here to improve their lives. It is deeply moving to see their writing and hear from their hearts.
Jordan said he is saving his babysitting money so he can sponsor one of the boys in the orphanage. He figures he only has to babysit for an hour and a half a week to be able to put one of the children into school for the year. That’s incredible. He’s going to look through the book today and decide which of the thirteen children we have left to find sponsors will be the one he will take care of. He’s been praying about this for a long time and feels committed.
I believe this is God working in his Jordan’s heart. Craig and I have not once asked the boys to do anything individualized outside of our family efforts in regards to helping the orphanage. This was all Jordan’s idea in the same way Jack went forward with his idea to sell pumpkin bread to raise money for the kids to go to school. Jack figures he can sell 100 loaves of bread a year and keep the three children he sponsors in school. No one at the table gave Kevin the bug eye suggesting he ought to do more. That is entirely between Kevin and God. We have no expectation whatsoever from anyone for anything. Our hearts are at rest knowing God is taking care of these children and we work for Him.
Jordan asked if it was ok if he has a little savings account where he set aside a little extra money so when his sponsored child graduates he can give him some “starting out” money. He said, “I know it’s really hard there to start out in life so maybe a little gift of money would help.” Craig and I nodded, yes, that’s a great idea. I handed him a piggy bank. It is so important to Craig and me that we never lean on someone to help these kids. It has to come from the heart inspired by the love that God puts there for these children who have no one who really cares about their individual accomplishments, hopes, dreams and feelings. It has to come from God, or it won’t stick. We believe God has already designated who he wants to sponsor each child in the orphanage. Our job is to tell the stories and wait to see who it is. The reward is the family we are gathering of sponsors for these children. I embrace this group as my own brothers and sisters because in their hearts they share the same compassion and love I do for this group of children who call me Mummy. I’m going to take excellent care of my group of sponsors, and these ideas are taking firm shape and almost ready to be revealed!
This is Esther. She’s ten and her mother died when she was very young. Her father was a builder and fell off the scaffolding, hit his head and died. Her grandmother is too old and poor to take care of her so she came to the orphanage. She still needs a sponsor…and she wrote us this letter recently…