Why Can't I Help?

I was sitting in a meeting for two hours today. We were talking all kinds of business numbers. Like how many children we have, how many cancels we process, percentages, pie charts, and line graphs. And then, something brought back a memory that I had completely forgot.

...One afternoon I was watching television. It was not a special day or anything, but I remember living in Arizona (so I must have been in 3rd or 4th grade). Up pops a commercial for a child sponsorship organization. I was so taken by the infomercial that I actually called the 800 number. The representative I spoke with seemed clueless! Like when you call a large 800 line and they direct your call elsewhere. Anyway, all I remember is that I told the lady on the phone that I couldn't give monthly, but if it was possible to send a one time donation now and again. Her answer was no. But it was so much more than a no to me. It was the day I realized adults didn't take kids seriously! I could have donated my allowance and birthday money and Christmas money. I could have gotten my parents inspired and helped the children in poverty. I have no idea what triggered that memory, but it made me have butterflies in my stomach.

Who would have known Compassion was God's path for me?! I was hesitant at first because I didn't have any kids of my own, but I closed my eyes and hopped into the rabbit hole. There are ups and downs (like in every job) but I love it here. I feel very blessed to be here and be part of a much bigger picture than myself. And, that feels really nice.