We get letters from our Compassion children, Julan and Joseph, every month or two. Julan even writes me in English so there’s no need for a translator. He calls me Tita Jessica, an honorable address in Filipino culture, as if to a parent. This last envelope included a letter from Julan’s mother, writing to thank me for sponsoring her child.
I cried because, honestly, I am not as diligent to write back as they are to write to me. I am not as diligent to pray for them as they are to pray for me. I am not as caring as they are.
I want to be different.
But, the stuff of life gets in my way. I get distracted by my plenty, while they are rich in God, despite their want.
And I really don’t get that. I hope that I will grow. I pray that I will. I pray that I will care more.
I pray that I will care enough.