As some of you know, my Compassion journey started with one child, my precious Isimbi. She was my world, my heart, my passion… until I felt a nudge from the Lord saying, “You have room for one more.” Shortly after, my beautiful Basomingera Ada joined my family. My two sweet children: both girls, both from Rwanda, both nine years old. And I thought my family was complete. And it was… for a while.
Then, I felt another nudge… this one, for an older child. So I requested that my name be put on the Compassion Canada waiting list again… and I waited.
But this time, I was afraid.
My request was for an older child, boy or girl, from anywhere in Africa or Asia. But my secret desire was for a boy from Africa. I could have requested that specifically, but I was afraid I would be waiting for a much longer time. This sounds like an awful thing to say, but I have to admit the thought came to me several times… “What if I get assigned a child that I feel no connection with? What if I get a child from a country I know nothing about, and I get ‘disappointed’? Can I really love an older child? It was so easy to fall in love with my two little girls… can I have the same connection with an older child? What if I get another girl when it’s a boy I want?” I’ll admit I even prayed a few times, “Lord, if this is not Your will, let my request get lost somewhere or don’t let any children come available!”
Finally, I was able to tell the Lord that whatever child He gave me, I would take it as a sign that He really wanted me to minister to this child and that this child really needed me. Whether they were a boy OR girl from Africa, Thailand, Philippines, India, or wherever.
So on May the 15th, 2013, I put this post on my personal Facebook page. “Happy International Family Day to my two sponsor daughters, Ada and Isimbi! And the big news is... I AM EXPECTING!! Well, expecting another correspondent, that is. Yes, it's official... I've been added to the wait list for a THIRD child! I don't know how long I will have to wait, but I know it will be worth it! I have been SO BLESSED by all those who send prayers my way when I was waiting for my beautiful Ada... will you all join me in praying for the new child, whoever he/she may be??”
And I waited…
On May the 31st, I happened to log into my account on OurCompassion, a forum for Compassion sponsors/correspondents. Then I did a double take, because there was a new face looking back at me!
I immediately checked my account information, and there he was.
Mbula. A boy. An eighteen-year-old boy. An eighteen-year-old African boy!!
I literally ran around the house screaming, shouting, and jumping for joy. “A BOY!! A BOY!! A BOY FROM KENYA!!!! I needn’t have worried about loving a new child… like a new parent, my heart was instantaneously flooded with the most incredible love for this young man. And I find myself so overwhelmed, once again, with the goodness of God. I was also able to request all his former pictures from Compassion Canada, so I also get to watch him grow, in a manner of speaking. So without further ado, here is MBULA!
|Mbula age 5. Isn't he adorable?|
|Mbula age 7. It's common for boys to wear pink in Africa, because|
it's considered a dilute of red and therefore masculine color.
|Age 9. Not so little now!|
|Age 11. I love his socks in this picture!|
|Mbula age 13, wearing pink again...|
|Age 15. Really growing up!|
|Mbula, three months before his eighteenth birthday. What a fine young man he's grown into!|
And now, my Compassion family is finally complete… until God says otherwise!