It’s Christmas Eve! Can you believe it?
On this glowy, blessed day, I want to introduce y’all to a new friend of mine.
Her name is Pitchaporn.
If you’ve been a Christian for 45 minutes, you probably know a handful of people who sponsor a Compassion kid. If you don’t know what Compassion International is—it’s a ministry where you can sponsor a child in a third-world country—providing food, school fees, and healthcare for them each month for a small monthly cost.
I have friends who sponsor kids all over Central America, Africa, Asia, and the Middle East. But for some reason I never have. I’ve been involved with tons of international ministries, but for some reason Compassion always seemed like a good idea for somebody else, but not for me.
But all of that changed recently and I totally didn’t see it coming.
As you may know, I started a little online shop recently. We sell copies of my book, The Lipstick Gospel, as well as an art print that my sweet husband Carl made. It’s so fun to have—I can’t wait to see what fun products we’ll come out with next.
But part of my heart for the shop was that I wanted a portion of the proceeds to bless someone other than my little family.
I wanted this community to use our money and our influence to make someone’s life better. I’ve been praying about it for months, “God, who are we supposed to support? Who should this shop bless?”
They talked a lot about Compassion that night. They even showed videos of Ann’s daughter meeting the little girl she’d been sponsoring. It was precious but my heart wasn’t moved. “God, who am I supposed to be supporting?” I prayed fervently as the video played. I still didn’t have a clue.
But as I drove home, something shifted in me. It felt like something snapped—but in a good way. I knew exactly what I was supposed to do.
So I sped home, slightly faster than I should have, and ran up the stairs to our apartment as fast as I could. I stopped only to make a cup of hot chocolate before curling up under the Christmas tree and opening up the Compassion International page. I clicked on the “sponsor a child” button tentatively, feeling like I was in the middle of a holy moment I couldn’t fully understand the weight of.
Carl walked in halfway through my search and asked me what I was doing. “I’m adopting a baby,” I responded, and then corrected myself as I noticed the shocked look on his face.
So he curled up with me under the tree, and we began scrolling through pictures of the most adorable children I’ve ever seen.
My mouse hovered over the gender specification, before decisively selecting a girl. It’s only right for this community of women to support a little girl. And then I noticed an option that brought you directly to the kids who have been waiting for a sponsor the longest.
The first one to come up was a little girl named Pitchaporn. She just turned 5 and is from Thailand—a country whose women stole my heart completely while I was on the World Race.
There was something in her face, something about those little eyes staring back at me from her photo. I’d scroll away from her, and keep coming back, I couldn’t focus on any of the other totally adorable kids.
There was also the small fact that her name contained the word, “porn.” Her last name has the word “porn” in it too, a fact that made me want to sponsor her even more.
I’ve watched so many women in Thailand be objectified, and all of a sudden I was overwhelmed with a mama-bear-protectiveness over this little one that said, “that will NOT happen to her.” “Porn” may be in her name twice, but that will not be what her life is about.
I knew which little girl I wanted to sponsor. There was no doubt in my mind.
But she’s not my little girl to sponsor; she’s all of ours. Your purchases from my little store will provide her with healthcare, schoolbooks, and even food. This is a group effort—our community coming together to take care of this little darling. My heart really might explode in the glow of that reality.
So this Christmas I wanted to say thank you.
Thank you for your love and support this year. It’s because of you that we can begin reaching out and making an impact that reaches far beyond this little space.
I love you all, and I’m so excited that you’ve met Pitchaporn. It’s safe to say I’m totally obsessed.
P.S. If you want to sponsor a little cutie of your own, head on over to the Compassion website. But be aware: After visiting, your heart wont be the same.