Letter From Joan!
Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008
So excited about a couple of things and I can’t type fast enough to even tell you about them!
1) We received a letter from 5 year old Joan, one of our sponsored children living in Uganda, and an updated picture of her!
Here’s what Joan’s letter said:
11/15/2008
Dear Brittany,
Joan says hi to you. She is so happy to write to you once again. According to her, she is happy to inform you that the birthday gifts you sent she received and she bought a number of items.
The first gift she received was a general child gift of (X) she used for buying a dress, shoes, and stockings that is showed in the photo.
Then the second gift which was a birthday gift of (X) she used for buying a mattress.
She then sends her gratitude to you and the whole family members for the wonderful work you have done in her life.
More appreciation comes from Joan’s family, especially her mother. She says may God bless you so so much. In fact, words cannot express her joy.
Joan says if she was near, she would first come and carry the baby (Eleanor). In fact, she was so happy to see the photo of the baby at the age of two months.
Conclusively, she sends her love and greetings to the whole family- the children and their dad.
May God bless you mightily.
From your child, Joan (she even wrote her own name this time!!!)
I am brought to tears each time I read a letter from my sponsored children. I am reminded of how strong they are… that their faith is so much more solid than mine…that they have so much joy despite living in poor conditions…that they are so thankful! (I was just complaining that the kids’ toys were everywhere and I couldn’t see my carpet…toys - carpeting…does Joan have these things??? ) Can you imagine being 5 years old and buying a mattress for your birthday? I’ve always had a mattress…I never had to sleep in a hammock or on the dirt floor of my house. I am even more moved by her closing: …may God bless you mightily. What a strong word that is, mightily. God has indeed blessed Joan and her family with mighty faith and courage. I am so honored to know this little girl and her family!
2) TWO children from my packet that I received from Compassion have been sponsored: Dalya, who I featured already on this blog, & Vincent, a 7 year old Ugandan boy who I had not gotten to feature yet. (big THANK YOU to Bill in Texas!) I have 8 children left from my packets who need sponsorship and will continue to feature them on my blog. Remember, if you contact me (click the little purple envelope in the bubble at the top of my blog) and sponsor a child who I feature, I will gladly knit you a one of a kind “Compassion Pal:”

Lastly, if you are still searching around for those last minute Christmas gifts, please consider giving the gift of sponsorship. It is only $32/month…could you put aside 18 cents/working hour for a hungry child?? Just think - there will be two recipients if you do: your loved one…and a child who you helped get out from living in poverty.




























For example, I was in WalMart shopping by myself last week and heard a child crying on the other end of the aisle. She looked to be about Corinne’s size and she was with her dad, who was probably in his way early 20’s. He was not trying to calm her down, but instead was saying, “stop the crying games you f*ing little b**ch!” Next thing I knew, he was speed walking away at what seemed to be 25 miles an hour. You can imagine the enormous rock that seemed to form in my stomach from hearing such hateful words - especially since it was directed at a helpless toddler. My flesh wanted to march right over to him and smack him (okay, punch him) silly, snatch the darling little angel up, and carry her off home. Realistically, I’d probably be charged with assault & kidnapping. Furthermore, how would that show him God’s love? How would that help the little girl? It wouldn’t. I wanted to do *something* and was reminded of Proverbs 31:8 - “Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves; ensure justice for those being crushed.” (NLT) So, after snapping out of it (I think I even had to blink myself out of the shock), I followed him…and caught up with him in the frozen veggie aisle, where he FINALLY stopped…and where his daughter was still crying. “Excuse me?” No response. “Excuse me?” Again, no response. This time a little louder, “Excuse me?” He turned around confused and I immediately started talking. “I just wanted to say that I know what it’s like with children. I have three at home and know they can be frustrating. Sometimes I wonder how I have any hair left.” I tried to force a casual chuckle… “I wanted to know if there was anything I could do…would you mind if I gave her a lollipop? That seems to calm my kids down when they’re having a rough time.” I pulled a couple pops from my *emergency stash* in my purse. The dad just stared at me blankly…”Uh, sure.” Meanwhile, the little blondie stopped crying and slowly accepted the purple lollipop without taking her eyes away from mine. “You are just the cutest little girl and I hope this makes you a little happier.” I ended up giving him an extra one just in case she needed it later (and what I really wanted to say was, “Here’s one for you, you big jerk…perhaps it will sweeten your attitude a little…” But I didn’t.) I smiled, told him to have a good day, and returned to my shopping - about 10 aisles back. When I got in the car, I broke down. Literally…sitting in the parking lot, crying. I prayed that God would keep that little girl safe…emotionally and physically. I prayed that He would guard her heart, protect her spirit. And I prayed that God would give her dad peace.