Mother Teresa once said: “I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.
By way of background, I started my child sponsorship with World Vision in the year 2010. And this was my first trip and never could it be the last.
Did I regret? I did not, definitely!
I do believe that God has His own plan of making things happened suddenly for a cause.
However, looking back at what was holding me to consider for so long is another simple yet unbearable word – “Commitment”
Almost four years ago, I decided to build my calling on the foundation of these phrases.
“Africa”. Is a word from Him.
I still remember vividly that the day I stood before the altar, with my eyes-brimmed, all of the African kids flashed through my mind.
That night, I couldn’t sleep … until I got a word from Him
— “Feed my people!”
We welcomed by a sunny sky with the breeze gently touching us.
And we’ve been told that it wasn’t raining for nearly seven months.
The moment I landed my feet on this foreign place, I couldn’t help but goosebump and wondering what was the force that brought me all the way here.
Looking at all the African World Vision staffs, their friendly smile indeed warmed and chased away the butterflies in my tummy.
From day one onwards, I’ve been overwhelmed by all new experiences that I’ve never encountered before.
It is always convincing when all the seeds you sowed came alive before your own eyes.
After more than 3 years of sponsorship, this was the first time I got to see what effort we have made.
Together, we are strong!
For all the projects, be it completed or on-going, I am glad to know that it does help the communities and making their lives better.
I couldn’t be more grateful to God for pampering my life after hearing all the stories and the difficulties of their living life out there.
This made me even more convicted that I should make this journey my forever calling.
Without meeting up my child, this whole journey could be meaningless.
After correspondences through letters for the past three years, finally I met my child.
I can’t forget the little shyness on his face when he grinned during our first met.
To me personally, this moment is so promising.
He is indeed the fruit of my obedience.
In return of what I’ve done in his life, he has no idea what he has contributed to mine as well.
We had a little chat with slight communication barriers, and I am grateful to know that he’s indeed a bright boy at school.
That moment, I believe each of my prayers is answered.
Victor Hugo is right – “You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving.”
The great acts of love are done by those who are habitually performing small acts of kindness. This whole journey couldn’t be completed without showing some acts of kindness.
I enjoyed every moment when we hit the groceries to look out for goodies to be distributed. And also the moment I saw the happy faces when I handed out the goodies to my child and his family, then I realised how little action I did can be made such a great impact in their lives.
I would not see my visitation as a final one, and I would really love to see our paths will cross again in the not so distant future.
A week before I head to the trip, I start to realised that too much in my life has been drained.
But the oxymoron of life is this, you start to regain after you gave out so much.
I came back with a heart full of contentment and truly convinced that love grows by giving.
The only way to retain love is to give it away…
October 2013 – Lesotho, Maseru, South Africa.