Posted by: howvoicebegan | 13/01/2012

A Word of Encouragement

My day planner has a quote at the bottom of each page. They are supposed to be inspirational but I often find they don’t really add value to my day. But, today’s quote jumped out at me: “A word of encouragement during a failure is worth more than an hour of praise after success” (Anonymous).

It reminds me of the difficult task it can be to raise or mentor children. It is easy to praise them for good work but to scold them for their shortcomings. Sometimes I feel all I do is nag at them to get them to behave correctly. There is a time for correction but there is always a time for a loving word.

Our children suffer much. Every word counts.

It becomes even more apparent to me these days as our children come back from the holidays. Many of them get to stay with extended family, but it is always a painful reminder to them that they are not truly wanted, for they end up back at the orphanage. This is a time of year that we need to be sensitive to these children in our corrections and when they feel down.

We have a brother and sister who are both difficult to deal with in their own ways. They came back today not because their extended family dropped them off—instead, their mother abandoned them. Again.

The girl is already doing something I have been working on her with, but I just don’t have the heart to speak negatively at this time. Is correcting a mannerism more important than showing her that somebody cares about her? No, it’s not; we can work on that when she feels loved and accepted here.

We can let a painful past get in the way of raising a child correctly. But for this day and for this time, they need a word of encouragement when they feel like a failure. I’m a failure because if I wasn’t, my family would like me.

Want to let a child know they are loved? Make a short video, upload it on YouTube, and send it to me. I’ll make sure they see it. Contact me for the name of a child to encourage.

Posted by: howvoicebegan | 01/01/2012

In the Year of Our Lord

The clock just struck midnight here in Pretoria, South Africa. Coming from the future, I can tell you that this year is going to be a good year!

I’m not usually the type to make New Year’s resolutions, as I would rather enact change right when I’m in the mood instead of storing it up for the next year. However, 2012 is a little different for me. I am very excited for what God has in store for 2012, and I am eager to get a difficult 2011 behind me! I have drafted up 19 “goals” as I call them (rather than resolutions) for 2012. Some are already working their way into play (such as ministry plans here at Charity and Faith), some are one time check-offs (getting a pet cat? Too easy!), and some are new. Therefore, 19 is not as daunting of a number as it sounds.

However, I wanted to share just one with you, as I would love to have others join me in a simple but life-changing resolution. I am going to challenge myself to memorizing one piece of Scripture per week. It is simple, easy to do, doesn’t actually take that much time… but I never do it.

I used to memorize one or more verses per week when I went through Awana. I’m still holding on to about 75% of those verses, and I’ve memorized quite a few since then. But, I know my capacity is far beyond what I have actually been doing, and it’s time to step up to that challenge. If I want to mature and hide God’s word in my heart, rather than thinking, “Oh, I know there’s a verse out there that say something like this,” then I need to get it done.

Here is the tactic I’m using: starting on January 1, each week I will have a new verse or passage posted on the sidebar of the blog at the top. That is the verse I am focusing on for the week. Each day, a simple 5 minutes of concentration (perhaps more if it’s a bit lengthier) will go a long way in committing a single sentence or two to memory. But here’s the catch– I can’t just repeat a verse for a week and move on, never to look at it again. So, as each week goes by, the next verse will simply be added to the previous one. Thus, in week 2, I will be practicing 2 verses- one from the previous week and a new one.

So what do you say? Here’s to a New Year in the Year of Our Lord!

Posted by: howvoicebegan | 19/12/2011

Someone Wants Me

Two of our girls are celebrating Christmas this year with a good feeling: being wanted.
They had a hopeless case. Their foster-mother had gotten overwhelmed with the number of children she was fostering, and decided to quit fostering. As a result, the girls ended up in our home with nowhere else to turn to.

As I mentioned before, the holidays can be a painful reminder to children that they are unwanted. These sisters never could go anywhere because they had no known family and the foster-mother had given up on the job. For every school break, we knew that they would be going nowhere.

But then I got a phone call from our social worker, Priscilla, to let me know she was taking the children to their social worker to discuss placement for them. When we arrived, the social worker pulled us into her office.

“The foster mother called,” she said. “She realized she made a big mistake by chasing all the children away, and she wants to foster again. She wants to take these two sisters.”

She wants them. The older sister, who always hides her emotions behind a stoic mask, couldn’t help but form a small smile. Even though it was small, I knew that it meant her joy was so profound that she could no longer pretend to be unaffected by anyone’s words, a coping mechanism she learned to help her keep from feeling rejection again.

The social worker kept saying the same thing: somebody wants these girls. Somebody wants them to be with her from now on. Finally, the girls feel loved and joined in a family.

The new family

The foster-mother and the two girls starting a new family

We went straight from the social worker to the mother’s house; the children knew the way. Though the older one still pretended to not be emotionally moved, she couldn’t hide her little smile.

I was so excited for them, too. The greatest thing in these children’s lives is to have a “happy ending” where someone wants them and only them.

The two girls will still come back to the orphanage after the school break, as the social workers will have to process everything to legally place the girls with the new mother.

When they gave me a hug goodbye, I could feel the excitement in their touch. Finally, to be loved! I have never had parental love revoked from me, but I would imagine that if I knew what it was like to be forgotten, I would feel on top of the world to know that I am no longer forgotten, but now a Forget-me-not.

Praise God for family!

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