Sponsor to Sponsor

There's been a lot of struggling with this blog sponsorship thing, for me. If you do blog sponsorships I am by NO means blasting anyone for it. I've done them, I'm currently doing blog sponsorships now. There is just something about it that I just feel strange about. Yes, strange is the only word I can come up with. I've tried many, many of times to sit down and write what I want to do for a sponsorship. Where does your money go, what I will do for you, how we can work together to get your name out there, how I want a sponsorship to feel more like a friendship.  For me I felt like I couldn't do enough for my sponsors and left me feeling very disappointed in my self, so last month I finally decided in November I was going to just stop doing blog sponsorships.

Then I saw this face

Meet Marckenley. This precious boy is the newest Pate, he is our Compassion International Child. I've walked by tables after tables of the years of compassion children (I hate to admit that.) but, this weekend at Beth Moore Friday night I walked pass the tables and saw that little precious face. That little face that is one year older than my Baby Man. That little face with his hands shoved in his pockets with that glimmer of grit in his eyes. That little face stared up at me Friday night.

I walked away. Yes I'm not proud of it, but I walked away thinking if he was still there in the morning he would be mine.

The next morning (and I mean MORNING!) I walked past the table again and his little face stared up at me. There were quite a few people standing around the tables. I'm sure one of them would grab his little card. Who wouldn't want that little face in their lives, I thought.  I sat there waiting for the worship to start, I started wrestling. I was expecting someone else to take Marckenley, I was waiting for someone else to do something that was laid so heavily on my heart that I couldn't sleep the night before, and for what? I was scared that we couldn't afford to help him. What was I scared of? Not having coffee creamer? Skipping Chick Fil A for dinner? Not buying a new shirt for the boys?

It punched me in my guts, was coffee creamer really more important then that little face, that little soul? Yes I can make a list a mile long of things that we "need". A second car, a dresser, more winter clothes for our boys, and it goes on and on. I think of that little boys mom, what's her list? Food for her kids, a job that pays, a safe home, hope for their future, and all I can think of is if I get my coffee creamer or not?!

Yes, I ran back to that table. Really I must have looked like a lunatic, flying through a sea of half awake women. I snatched that little face up, said this one is mine, and thank God that He has said the same thing about me.

So I'm keeping my blog sponsorship, just how they are. Why? Because Marckenley needs us ladies, so many of the children need us. There are some that have been on a the list for years. The sponsorships on this blog, is going to go to sponsor Marckenely. If you want to help us bless that sweet little boy join us by clicking the sponsor tab or even better click the link on the sidebar and see if you have a little face out there waiting for you to give up coffee creamer.