Her name is Peace. 14 years old and from Kenya. She stared at me from my computer screen, gorgeous and serious. I knew she was the one.
See, I woke up this morning with such an intense sense of gratitude. Gratitude for my home, for my husband and his job, for my healthy children. And then a quote I stumbled on this week came to mind:
Powerful, right? And humbling too. I think it has something to do with my “Fall Cleaning”. Bags and bags of unneeded clothes, toys and dishes are sitting in my dining room right now, waiting to be sent off to Goodwill. I look and I can’t help but ask myself…Why all the excess?
Funny how God prompts you in the silence. In those early (and I mean early…I’ve got three crazy early birds in this house!) hours of the morning, I knew exactly what I must do…so I clicked on the Compassion website, just to take a peek. And I found her. We share the same birthday. She is almost the same age as my sister. Instantly, I felt the nudge. Peace. My sweet sister halfway across the globe.
I don’t have all the answers. I still don’t know what is “just enough” and what borders on “too much”. But I do know that I want to be attached to people, not things. So maybe today I made the first step. Maybe Peace will show me the way.
