What Are You Saving For?
I’ve learned some pretty horrific statistics in the last three months, two of those will forever be burnt into my brain.
Did you know that if you have shelter, running water and transportation (even if it’s public transportation, ie. the bus) that you are in the top 10% of the worlds wealth? The top 10%. This is a mind blowing concept to me. I know people who generate 100+ k a year and still struggle to get by. The top 10%. There have been times, especially in this year, where I’ve struggled to feed my family, yet I am still in that top 10%. Imagine for a second the other 90%…
Every single day, before my head hits my pillow, 26,000 children on this planet die from starvation and preventable disease. 26,000. That’s almost 7 1/2 times the population of our fair town of Bluffton. I have two children under the age of 10. My oldest son almost lost his life twice before he was 3 months old and was then on chemotherapy until his 2nd birthday. I’m incredibly familiar with fear so severe that it literally makes you feel like vomiting while looking into your little precious treasure of a child’s face wondering if he’ll be there, still, tomorrow. What I can’t imagine, however, is experiencing the same feeling shrouded in the guilt of knowing that I could do something to fix it. I could feed my child. I could give them a simple antibiotic that we pay less than $4 for most of the time. Holding him, looking into his eyes and watching him pass from life to death knowing that it truly didn’t have to be this way- this causes me to sit here and cry even as I write these words.
I’m big on saving as much money as I can, wherever I can. I’m a single mom and its truly more of a necessity than a luxury. I’m proud of the fact that I can budget my groceries down to practically nothing and have none of us hungry. But, what am I saving for?
Allow me to introduce you to Lizeth. Lizeth lives in the mountainous region of Peru. She lives with her mother and father and three siblings. She is 9 years old. Her favorite food is beans and she loves to play with dolls. Her family lives in an adobe home with dirt floors, mud walls and no heat. Today, the low temp in Lizeth’s hometown was 35 degrees. Lizeth means “God’s Promise.” When I look at Lizeth’s picture, I see a face of a gorgeous 9 year old girl who clearly doesn’t know that she is God’s promise. I see the face of a burdened little girl who feels worthless and forgotten without that flicker of joy in her eyes that my boys possess.
Lizeth is a part of our family. Some of the money that I save each month I use to sponsor Lizeth through Compassion International. It is $38 a month, and less than the cost of one dinner out with my kids. I think a majority of us would agree that $38 is pocket change in our lives. Most of us spend twice that a month on coffee. That $38 gives Lizeth the opportunity to learn and break free from the chains of poverty, in addition she receives nutritious meals, gets regular health screenings and medical care when necessary. She also learns that she is loved by God, and us, and that she has immeasurable value.
My family and I save for a life. You can too. Check out my Compassion International link or call or email me anytime with any questions you might have. I currently have two child packets in my possession that need sponsors by December 16th.
Emily Britton
Child Advocate
Compassion International
419-792-0073
houseofbritton@gmail.com
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