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Kaitlin’s Wish

July 1, 2014 By Sandra Heska King

Kaitlin's Wish

 

This video

just

puddled

me.

 

 

Maybe it’s partly because Kaitlin died just six months before my mom,

stolen from earth by the same thief.

But mostly because Kaitlin looked beyond herself and her own pain.

She was given a wish,

and she gave it away.

She painted a beautiful picture with her last days.

She left a lasting legacy,

and her wish remains.

We’re on this earth for such a short time.

Have you thought about what kind of a picture you’re painting with your life?

Maybe it will include a child sponsored through Compassion International.

There’s so much need.

We can’t meet each one.

We as one can’t change the whole world.

But each of us can help change the world for one.

And that’s a lot of legacy.

 

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  1. Susan Chamberlain Shipe says

    July 2, 2014 at 8:53 am

    We enjoy getting letters from our boy in Guatemala!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      July 2, 2014 at 9:09 am

      Our girl in Kenya is 15 now. We’ve sponsored her for years. It’s been wonderful to see her grow through her letters–from colored pictures to more composed words. We received one the other day where she told us she bought a kitchen table with her birthday money and just completed some life skills training in her project that included communication, values, self-esteem, friendship, and decision-making. Oh, how I’d love to meet her!

  2. Dawn says

    July 2, 2014 at 9:35 am

    Sandra,
    This is such a necessary stop on my day to give me perspective and to remind me to keep my eyes, heart, ears and mind attentive to the Lord’s voice and will, especially for those who need a touch of compassion and hope brought into their lives. My sweet daughter has a heart for this ministry, in fact she has 20 pictures of all the kids she wants to sponsor and a list of their names, ages, likes, and location. I wish we could sponsor each one, though I know what I can’t do monetarily right now I can commit to prayer that God would bring the right person to meet their needs abundantly.
    Thanks for the reminder to pray.
    Blessings,
    Dawn

    • Sandra Heska King says

      July 3, 2014 at 8:01 am

      I love that, Dawn! There’s no price tag on prayer. Sometimes, on some given day, I’ll go in and look for kids who have been waiting a long time and who are celebrating a birthday that day, and post them on social media for prayer and possible sponsorship. In fact, I think I’ll do that today. 🙂

      Thanks so much for stopping by. Give your sweet daughter a hug from me.

  3. Lynn D. Morrissey says

    July 2, 2014 at 10:35 am

    Such a beautiful post, such a beautiful girl. You know, too, Sandy, that I just lost a precious friend to glioblastoma. He was a prolific poet and a Jew who had come to Christ in the last years of his life. He painted his canvas with lyrical verse, and wrote his last book in the last year of his life, despite having had brain surgery and all the difficult treatments that he endured to ward off cancer. This time his words praised Jesus. He was determined to make a difference in this way and to paint his picture for Christ. i love what you are doing here, and we make our lives count by helping others. My husband, daughter, and I adopted a little boy from the Dominican Republic via Compassion. He’s just one little boy, but maybe we can make a difference in his life.
    God bless you for the pictures you paint.
    Love
    Lynn

    • Sandra Heska King says

      July 3, 2014 at 8:06 am

      Lynn, you’ve told me that story, and I’m so glad you had that friendship and was able to minister to him. You made a difference in his life, too, and you *are* making a difference for your precious DR little boy. And in caring for him, you’re caring for others, too. I’ve never thought about that before. But when we feed into one, they are able to feed into others.

      I love your heart, my friend.

      • Lynn D. Morrissey says

        July 3, 2014 at 10:25 am

        Thank you so much for your kind words and understanding, Sandy. I greatly appreciate it.

  4. Diana Trautwein says

    July 2, 2014 at 5:25 pm

    Stunning, stunning, stunning. And sad. And hard.And beautiful. Thanks so much, Sandy.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      July 3, 2014 at 8:13 am

      And beautiful. Clinging to that.

  5. Carol Martin says

    July 2, 2014 at 10:38 pm

    Great blog, Sandra! I think we all want to leave a legacy behind for others to remember us. Thank you for stopping by my blog today.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      July 3, 2014 at 8:15 am

      Thanks for coming by, Carol. Yes, I think we all want to leave something of ourselves behind. I don’t think we always give that intentional thought, though. Those of us who blog… well, we’re here forever unless cyberspace blows up. 😉

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