I'm Taylor. Jesus follower. Adventurer. I'm a little silly. I enjoy a wide variety of things (like Disney and musical theatre and stuff). But, mostly, I enjoy getting lost with Jesus.
Hello! I am so pleased to hear you’re interested in sponsoring a child! Let me just say that I am SO glad that I did, and I promise that if you decide to do it, you won’t regret it either. :)
There are two major organizations that I would recommend sponsoring a child through. These two organizations are Compassion International and World Vision. Both are incredible programs! I started sponsoring a child through World Vision at my church. There was a stand where we could look at personal profiles. I then manually filled out the paperwork. And by paperwork I mean my credit card info so I could pay the $35 a month. However, both organizations use their website as a primary way to sponsor a child! It is super easy. All you have to do is click the “sponsor a child” tab on their home page. It’s pretty self explanatory from there. You can either refine your search to a country or gender, or you can keep the search general and just simply pick one. Each child comes with a personal backstory. The organization also gives information as to what your money will be used for so you don’t wonder where it’s going. They’re very upfront about where you’re money is going. I hope this helps you out! I’ve put links to both of the websites below.
Let me know what you decide to do! I would love to pray along side you in this decision if you need someone to! Many blessings, my friend! :)
I am so happy to say that I am now sponsoring a little girl from Kenya. Her name is Kilatya Mwende. Apparently Mwende means “one who is loved very much.”
My dearest Kilatya Mwende, you are loved very much. You are loved by the God who created you. You are loved by me, your sponsor. I hope to one day be more than just a sponsor. I hope to someday be your friend.
I love this world we live in.
I love that this world filled with people who are so unique due to their cultural background, their religious affiliation, their upbringing, their financial circumstances, their friend groups, their job, and so on and so forth.
It is incredible to me that we as global citizens do not recognize this beautiful truth: all are created in the image of God.
Every skin color, every eye color, every height and width. Every nation, every language, every landscape is crafted in the glorious image of God.
I find it to be an honor and a blessing to meet someone that is completely different than I am. It is a unique experience to speak to someone who is not a white, middle class, American college student. On Saturday, I was given one such experience.
While waiting in line of the Great Bear at Hersheypark, I was suddenly asked if I worked here. Not in my Hersheypark getup, I wondered how they knew. I forgot I had my work ID with me. After telling them I had worked there, they asked me if the ride was free. This was an odd question to me. Of course the rides are free. You buy a ticket and you get on! But these three kids were clearly not from the United States, thought their English was pretty darn good. When I told them this great news, their eyes lit up. “REALLY? Oh wow! Really? All of them are free? No money? Wow!” I was happy I could deliver such great news! But the conversation didn’t end there. We kept on talking.
Their names were Nada, Ahmed, and Miriam. These three were from Egypt. Nada is studying to be an accountant, Miriam is finishing high school, and Ahmed was their little brother (no older than 12) who dreams of becoming a pilot. As soon as the ball started rolling, they quickly jumped at the chance to teach me how to speak Arabic. When I got it right they applauded me. When I got it wrong they corrected me. Ahmed was insistent on teaching me as much as he could, and he was so proud when I spoke it correctly.
This isn’t the first time I’ve encountered someone from another country who wanted to teach me as much as they could about their culture and language. When I travel over seas, I have no desire to teach them English or to explain things about my culture. At least, I don’t jump at the chance. Why? Is it because I’m ashamed of my heritage as an American? I don’t know. But they were eager to share their culture and their life with me. I loved every second of it.
I wasn’t the only one they engaged with. I was with my two friends Erik and Josh. Everyone was included! It was challenging breaking through the language barrier, but it was a fun challenge. It was like putting pieces of a puzzle together. Miriam even blatantly told us that if she started speaking in Arabic to tell her so she could practice her English. Amazing! We talked about what we were studying. We talked about the roller coaster. I got an Arabic lesson. We talked about their vacation in the United States. We talked about what we liked about where we live. It was simply wonderful.
It was their first time ever on the Great Bear. By the time we got to the front and we waved to them as they ascended that giant hill, we all felt like we gained three new friends. I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. It was fantastic. I hope I keep having encounters like that. I hope that God keeps blessing me with opportunities to make friends from other nations.
Take the time to get to know them. You’d be surprised at how similar you are, and how beautiful your differences can be.