None of my (suburban, American, well-fed and cared for) grandchildren has ever told me, “I want a rubber band this Christmas.” Nor “I asked Santa for a bowl of oatmeal.” Nor “I wish for a tube of toothpaste.”
No. They dream big: They ask for new bicycles and good books to read and ponies. They want fire trucks and baby dolls with eyes that open and puzzles and new games for their PlayStations. Cadence, the year he was three, wanted “a friendly shark and an ocean to keep him in.”
They dream big, these grandchildren of mine.
I used to dream big dreams like that. Don’t we all start out that way? What did you want for Christmas when you were six? Probably not a bowl of rice.
Lately I’ve had a dreaming disorder. I ask God to carry me through a challenging day, instead of asking Him to shine from me as I face the day’s demands. I ask Him to keep me from failing as a wife, instead of asking Him to lead me to be a great and godly wife.
I suspect that while I pray, God is snorting, “Ha! Is that all?”
This Christmas, I’ve rummaged through my boxes of old dreams, trying them on. The discard pile is high: This dream is too small. This one pinches my toes.
This dream shrinks my heart.
Finally I unearthed a big dream, stained and wrinkled and crammed into a corner: I want to help impoverished children. I retrieved it after I read Dan King’s The Unlikely Missionary: From Pew-Warmer to Poverty-Fighter.
Because whatever kind of bootstrap worldview one might have, no child starves because of her own bad choices.
Poverty is a huge problem, of course, and I don’t have tights and a cape. I don’t wear magical bracelets that I can clank, one against the other, to work miracles. I don’t command a genie in a bottle.
I don’t have superpowers. But my God does.
A few days later, Rich and I were at Compassion International‘s website, choosing a child to sponsor. We wanted a girl, because when resources are scarce, girls seem to suffer most. And we wanted an orphan, because a child without parents–well, it seems that loss magnifies need.
Now we send a few dollars each month, no more than we’d spend on a date night on the cheap, really, and a little girl in Rwanda has a better chance than she did last month.
God magnified my little dream. As usual.
See, our grandchildren are fifteen, thirteen, almost nine, seven, five, three, and one. See that gap there? Our little orphan girl in Rwanda just turned eleven. God added a little bonus as He fulfilled my dream: He stopped the gap in our grandbaby lineup. I think I heard Him chuckle as He added that delightful flourish to my dream.
Sponsoring a child is a small start. But it beats doing nothing.
Dream big this Christmas, won’t you?
14 This is the confidence which we have before Him, that, if we ask anything according to His will, He hears us. 15 And if we know that He hears us in whatever we ask, we know that we have the requests which we have asked from Him.
1 John 5:14-15 (NASB)
Editor’s Note: If you are interested in child sponsorship opportunities, then also consider HELP One Now. BibleDude.net Founder Dan King is partnering with HELP One Now in an effort to raise child sponsorship that rescue children from the effects of extreme poverty, restore hope by providing for basic needs, and renew their communities with long-term, sustainable development. Dan will be traveling in February with H.E.L.P. to Haiti, and will be working with many of these sponsored children.
Amen! And, while I”m wiling to concede that maybe you don’t have tights and a cape, I’m not so sure you don’t have superpowers!
I hope you told Cadence that one day he will have a friendly shark and an ocean to keep him in. Because all things are being made new. And Compassion is a big part of that work.
Oh, Nancy, I’m so sure I don’t….unless you count the ability to get “super” irritated at nothing, especially when I’m tired. 🙂
You keep dreaming too, dear friend.
Actually, Cadence may be a bit closer to that dream now that he’s in Hawaii, right? Love those dreams, Sheila. And love the gap-filling God, too.
True, Diana! He’s been snorkeling 🙂
That gap-filling God, He’s something, ain’t He?
Your heart must be made of GOLD for it out shines the sun. Excellent post!
Aw, thanks, Hazel.
One day at a time. One bowl of rice at a time. Shiny dents for Him.
And yeah, what Hazel said.Welcome to the Compassion family. 🙂 We have a girl in Kenya.
Shiny dents. I will remember that, Sandy. Thanks for the welcome.