I love getting snail mail. I love getting what I call heart email. You know like snail mail via email. The unexpected typed out letter just to you. With or without accompanying photos of random things. Kinda like when Sister Girl tortured me in Uganda with emails of Dipnation. Loved her for it though. Made me appreciate cheese all the more.
I digress.
I sponsor two kids in Uganda. After I went last October and spent considerable time in the ARM office I realized a couple of things…
Our kids write the same thing every six months because for the most part that IS what’s going on. The same thing.
They rarely leave their community.
They don’t go on vacations.
Holidays are breaks from school but life is the same as every other day. Except when they get mail from their sponsor. Or it’s birthday celebration at project day. Or a team comes from the US to visit. Or it’s Sunday. But even then Sundays look a lot like Monday. Same chores. Same water hauling. Same cooking. Cleaning. Same.
And I realized there were a few sponsors who send extra money each month for their kid(s). And get a family gift. Or additional gifts for the child. Well I decided to start doing that. So I sent a few extra dollars.
And my kid got a pig. So cute. (The kid. Not the pig). I’d write Resty and ask her the pigs name. But I know what happens to pigs. Especially In Uganda.
So. In summary, write your kids. Tell em you love them. Tell them what God is doing in your lives. But don’t be surprised if they write back thank you and that they carried water yesterday.
Thankful for heaven coming to one day gather round the throne and do the same thing with my little Resty and Rahman I pray. And not let language get in the way!
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