As of a month ago, I was blessed to have four precious children to
call my own. The four quarters of my heart… the four corners of my life.
Handsome Mbula, shining Shakira, precious Isimbi and beautiful Ada.
So many times I shake my head at the goodness of God. You’ve heard
me tell stories before of how I was blessed with my Isimbi, but my heart longed
for another little Rwandan girl… until Ada joined my family. I was so happy
with my two girls, until the Lord spoke to me; “You have room for one more.”
And seventeen days later, Mbula became my brother. I told God after that, “That’s
it; my family is complete.”
I’m sure He chuckled. A few months later, Shakira pulled on my
heartstrings and wouldn’t let me go… shortly after that, she became the fourth
member of my family.
By this time, I threw up my hands and said, “Lord, I give up saying
my family is complete. Next time, I will just be quiet and let You do the
adding!”
For over a year now, I have been content to nurture and mentor my “fabulous
four” through letters. Then a few weeks ago, I noticed a Facebook post from
Compassion International, the organization that Isimbi, Ada, and Mbula are
through. A large company had decided to sponsor 1,000 children (yes, one
thousand) in Kenya, and the call had been put out for correspondents for these
precious kids.
My initial reaction was, “Oh, wow, somebody is going to have fun
getting assigned new kids!” I didn’t even think about applying for one myself.
Four was definitely enough. But then, I started thinking, “Kenya is fabulous
with letters. The kids there right every two months, and in English! Mbula is
from there and we have such a close relationship. I wonder what it would be
like to add a very young child to my family? I could send so many cute items
that my girls are a bit too old for now. I’d like to have a child to “grow up
with” so to speak. One who’ll be with me for her entire time in Compassion.”
Unlike the others, it wasn’t an easy decision to make. I talked
myself into… and out of… applying many times. I tried to figure out where I
could fit a fifth into my writing schedule. Finally, a friend of mine told me
in mock frustration… “I think you already know what the answer is going to be…
you wouldn’t be talking about it this much if you hadn’t already made your mind
up.”
Of course, they were right… and so I put in a very specific request.
I wanted a three-year-old girl.
Then came the waiting.
I nearly drove myself batty, checking my account multiple times a
day. I hoped to have her by Christmas… and then held out hope for New Year’s.
Patience is a virtue I didn’t have at all, at least not for the past couple of
weeks. Every night my prayer was… “Jesus, you see the little sweetheart who’s
coming my way. Be with her and her family and keep her safe. Help me to show
her your love…” I was more than ready for “Angel #5” to arrive.
And then, on January the 2nd, 2015… I opened my account,
and there she was. She was everything I’d hoped for, longed for, prayed for,
and dreamed of; the most precious gift I could have asked for.
So I’d like you all to officially meet Miriam, who is three years
old and lives in Kenya with her mother and father. She’s too young to attend
school, but she helps around the house by taking care of the animals and she
loves playing ball games!
Welcome to the family Miriam… you are so loved!