Wednesday, June 1, 2011

What Happens When You Go There

This day was everything that a good June 1st should be. Not too hot, easy breezy (lemon squeazy), shiny as a copper pot, flower-blooming, friend-hugging, baby-kissing perfection.

But I'm a complicated girl, and in spite of the wonder of this Wednesday, my head is tilt-a-whirling and my heart is beating hard for the journey my friend Emily is on right now.

She is in the Philippines with Compassion International. She's sharing all that she's faced with, which today included a styrofoam raft ride through feces infested waters.

This is real.

This is how people live.

I think of John and Carmen and Sophia - our Compassion "kiddos" scattered in far corners of the globe - in a brand new light. They write us letters and draw us pictures and we know they must be poor, but I had never really grasped the conditions in which they live.

Go here and read. Be ready to really see. Be willing to wrestle with it a bit. Be prepared to act, whatever that might mean.


ps - Cory's brother Landon and his wife Lori are leaving for a 2-month missions trip to Burkina Faso, Africa later this week. It has been so exciting to watch God's hand in their lives over the past year and it's hard to believe that the time has come for them to GO!
To follow their journey, click here.


  1. Wow. Just wow. Praying and wondering more about our sponsored child's home.

  2. So hard when the magnitude of this hits you square in the face. My Brother in law just got home from Haiti and my sister's heading off to Peru (missions' trips) in a few months. It's so amazing the perspective they bring back with them... I've never considered going, but lately the idea sort of pulls at me. we'll see...someday...

  3. I am still being haunted by the boy with the shoes. I don't feel guilty, I feel like being the savior. Isn't THAT dangerous.
    I think I'll just pray.

    Compassion is awesome. Seriously.

  4. I will pray for Landon and Lori.
    And I will pray for your Compassion kiddos.
    And I will pray for easy peasy lemon squeezy blessings for the sweet children all around the world who are in need tonight. Sweet blessings for the babies of the world.

  5. I just visited both blogs. Whew.

    This reminds me a little bit of how I felt when my friend TaMar left for Haiti last year. She's a nurse. She worked in a center (a term used loosely) for children who have no parents after the earthquake. It was hard hearing the stories and seeing the photos when she returned. Hard, but necessary. I know her heart still hurts for and misses those little ones. I feel awful knowing how many people in this world live in horrible conditions. It makes my heart hurt to know so many children never really get anything close to a carefree childhood.

    Thank you for sharing. You have really amazing friends and family members! And I'm interested in being a Compassion sponsor and want to check it out.

    You're a good egg. I'm so glad I found your blog way back in 2010 (or was it 2009? I don't recall)- you're a cool combo of many different traits.

    Wishing you a peaceful evening. :-)

  6. I am ashamed to think I thought I had hardships and problems.
    Thank you for putting things in perspective for me.

  7. lots to pray for!
    praise the lord for compassion international-such a great way to be involved. xo
    (for over 30 years, my aunt and uncle have been missionaries to the pima indians in the mountains of mexico. wow. visiting them, for the first time, as a third grader, etched the NEED of peoples elsewhere on my heart forever.)

  8. wow. we forget how good we have it sometimes. we really, really do.

  9. hard to believe that's real life for others. we are so in the bubble here. it does kind of do a tilt a whirl on ya.

  10. Yes, these Compassion children really give us a different perspective, don't they. while I am sometimes tempted to lament over our painted plywood floors and tacky hand-me-down country blue check couch... I know I am blessed to have them.

    Of our nine Compassion kids, some live in houses made of clay, thatched roofs and all. Some live with one parent as the other has died of sickness. Can I complain about my ugly couch? Oh no, I can't.

  11. God lays these people on our hearts even if it's to be their prayer warriors. He knows the things they are dealing with at the very moment He brings them to our minds.
    We have two kids with Compassion and I do need to pray for them more.

  12. Hi there, I have been reading your blog for a little while now and just had to comment today after reading your post. My family and I are living in Nigeria, Africa for my husband's work ,and it is amazing to see how ordinary people here live, and what they go through everyday. It has been a very eye opening experience living here over the past two years to experience this. For this small town U.S. girl, it has been a real blessing to be here and find ways to help. My children, ages 5 and 3, are also able to see how truly blessed we are after living and seeing so many destitute people each and every day.

  13. Thanks for sharing the beautiful post and those links. I was just praying today about areas where I could serve . . . and I saw your post and so I wanted to encourage you that you are so inspirational - and you are serving by blogging :)

    I signed up to sponsor a child (It is her birthday today!) I'm so excited :) Thanks again for your post!

    xo ellie

  14. Even though I lived that life in Bangladesh for the first seven years of my life, the comfort of my life here is so easy to take for granted. Thanks for the reminder. I like complicated people.

  15. Hmmm, weren't her words beautiful. I think it makes the Lord's heart happy when we care about each other with such passion.

  16. I'm pretty sure that my little brother went there 2 years ago. Pretty sure. I know he was wowed, on many levels. I wish the same for your bro-in-law & his wife!

  17. This is my forth visit here today. Fourth.

    The first time I wouldn't click on your link.

    I just wouldn't.

    My heart did not want to go there.

    I felt guilty and I came back.

    I clicked.

    I cried.

    Repeat. Rewind. Repeat.

    Some days a trip to your blog tears me up.

    Today was that day.

    My heart is tightly wound in a thousand different directions tonight, and I don't exactly know what to do with that.

    I know this, whatever it is, it will not be enough.

    Thank you for moving me to the place where I feel uncomfortable.


  18. Dear Shannan, thank you for always posting, both the funny and the real. Sometimes I get frustrated when I can't find anything new to read on my favorite blogs. (I am the most inconsistent blogger, so I lay no blame on anyone, really!) Then I remember to come over here. You are a great and faithful writer - you always have something to make me think or make me laugh - I love that you share both. Just feeling thankful for you today. God bless your wonderful heart...

  19. Good stuff, Farmgirl.
    The Compassion trips are always eye openers, and I know they can't even begin to convey a fraction of the reality with their words and pictures. It's unimaginable.
    Oh my.

  20. Thank you for sharing. We can not be reminded to many times that our context surely is quite different than so, so many others! I will be heading back to Zambia later this year.