April 19
Sarita’s Poem
Those who give one of these little ones a cup of cold water because they are my followers will truly get their reward.
Matthew 10:42 (NCV)
Last week, I received a letter from young Sara in Ecuador. We call her Sarita. She included a colorful picture of herself wearing a white T-shirt, and long, red pants. The T-shirt had a neat design in many colors that read Jesus. She wore new, white tennis shoes and held a pink backpack.
Sara is a pretty young girl and the reds, whites and pinks she wore were well coordinated and complemented her dark eyes and soft complexion. Very nice, but it’s not her beauty that stirs my heart—it’s her words. We have shared many letters and over the last year and a half I have been elevated to “Godparent”—quite an honor.
Sara is also a very bright student and says she wants to be a doctor someday. That would be a wonderful thing, but her family is so poor. I sent a special gift a couple months ago—not much, just a few dollars. She was so excited. She told me she bought a backpack, some socks and some shoes and then confided in me she didn’t have shoes, so this was real nice. I read that and I lost it. Then I thought about her deep appreciation. I did so little, but it meant so much and somehow her simple words returned the favor. Her words treated my soul. I thanked her for sharing her need with me and told her I wanted to know everything about her.
Sarita’s Poem
Those who give one of these little ones a cup of cold water because they are my followers will truly get their reward.
Matthew 10:42 (NCV)
Last week, I received a letter from young Sara in Ecuador. We call her Sarita. She included a colorful picture of herself wearing a white T-shirt, and long, red pants. The T-shirt had a neat design in many colors that read Jesus. She wore new, white tennis shoes and held a pink backpack.
Sara is a pretty young girl and the reds, whites and pinks she wore were well coordinated and complemented her dark eyes and soft complexion. Very nice, but it’s not her beauty that stirs my heart—it’s her words. We have shared many letters and over the last year and a half I have been elevated to “Godparent”—quite an honor.
Sara is also a very bright student and says she wants to be a doctor someday. That would be a wonderful thing, but her family is so poor. I sent a special gift a couple months ago—not much, just a few dollars. She was so excited. She told me she bought a backpack, some socks and some shoes and then confided in me she didn’t have shoes, so this was real nice. I read that and I lost it. Then I thought about her deep appreciation. I did so little, but it meant so much and somehow her simple words returned the favor. Her words treated my soul. I thanked her for sharing her need with me and told her I wanted to know everything about her.
As I reread Sara's letter and this verse, I understand. I have my reward—Sara’s words. And now another gift—a poem....
Sarita, My Friend
Is there anyone in the world just like you?
I think not.
Is there somebody out there
With your heart, your desires, or your hidden talent?
Exactly?
Again, I say no.
Perhaps there is a person who is a little like some of you....
But could there ever be someone who captures the wonder of you,
the loveliness of you, the chemistry of ... you?
No. Never!
Because you are a treasure, the Heavenly Potter’s best work,
His masterpiece for friends, for family ... for the world!
You are ... a child of God ...
His loving gift to us....
And I am proud to say,
“My friend!”
Father, thank You for bringing Sarita into my life. Thank You for all Your gifts.....
posted by Craig Soderquist at 9:21 PM
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