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Five Opportunities to Help Your Kids Learn to Tangibly Love Others

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Looking for ways to teach your kids some ways God uses us to tangibly love others? The following organizations have kid friendly opportunities for them to choose and give gifts which will transform the lives of other kids. Some offer personal interaction as well as donations. What they will realize is that God meets us in the connections with each other. Can it feel uncomfortable at times? Of course. Loving others should demand sacrifice at some level. But, the more we are informed, the more we desire to fight for abundance for all. We recognize that God provides ways for us to provide for each other.

https://cuddleandkind.com/
Feeding children while empowering women artesans in Peru with a fair trade sustainable income through the purchase of a doll is how this organization operates. “It’s about putting the principles of fairness and decency before profits.”The founders are a married couple who have a background in health and are parents which fuels their passion for feeding children and empowering mothers. Through partnerships, the income from the purchases feeds children around the world. One $50 high quality doll made from sustainable materials can yield ten meals.

https://www.togetherwerise.org/
Connecting others with kids in foster care is the goal of this organization. It offers a variety of volunteer opportunities and programs which provide pathways to extend love to others. Their “niche” is offering team building opportunities for you to host at your house, office, workplace or other site. The most popular ones are build a bike, birthday boxes, superhero boxes, and decorating duffle bags (many foster kids carry their belongings in a trash bag), In addition, there are individual ways to give through sponsoring gifts and hands on connection through various events.

https://www.onesimplewish.org/
As the site states, “Every year nearly 500,000 children are impacted by abuse, neglect and trauma and spend time in our nation’s foster care system. ” Their mission is to spread love, hope, and joy to them as well as lift up their voices. One of the most practical ways is to let them submit a wish (via an agency): toys, games, clothes, and experiences. Wishes are granted by anyone choosing to fulfill it. Browse the site and find one (or more)!

https://appolition.us/
“Defendants are nine times more likely to plead guilty to a misdemeanor due to their inability to post bail, putting them at risk for losing their homes, jobs and ultimately making them unable to defend themselves (via appolition.us).” The U.S. justice system is badly in need of reform. Racial, economic, and mental health disparities often lead to frequent incarceration of individuals who are not criminally guilty of their charges. Bail itself does not exonerate but it does allow for freedom from wrongful jail time, ability to work while waiting for resolution, opportunity to obtain legal aid, and decrease trauma to family members. The ripple effect of not affording bail has widespread social implications to all of us. Simply connect your debit card to the app, and all purchases will be rounded up to the nearest dollar, the change going toward the organization.

https://www.rescue.org/
Currently, 68 million people are uprooted by crisis worldwide. The traumatic results include homelessness, separation from family, disease, injury, access to a sanitary environment and clean water. IRC was been at work transforming lives for 85 years. Initially begun as a call to a humanitarian effort to meet the needs of lives shattered as Hitler rose to power. My eyes were initially drawn to an ad on Facebook about sending baby boxes to mothers. While that is one of the popular gifts purchased, there are so many options to choose from. Pick a gift in honor of a family member and know that you are also celebrating the life of someone else at the same time.  *Charitywatch gives IRC a high ranking.

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The deeper thoughts and questions came as we winded through the small town, retracing the paths of my youth. However, this time around, their ears longed to know more. How is this person related? Who was the relative that was known for…..? The visual unfolding of a story gives you a context for understanding what has shaped you. It is both formative and yet allows for questions and discerning what you will do with it. What will you embrace and how will you respond to it’s influences?

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My eyes initially spotted them in an advertisement in my social media feed. Truthfully, it wasn’t completely a coinicidence that they showed up in the midst of my scrolling. My buying habits are not secretive to the bots monitoring my digital life. I can’t hide from the reminders of my sketchers sandals shoe fascination. Both the ads and my daughter’s laughing comments make me confront my guilty pleasure.

This pair intrigued me. Both function and style appealed to me. Specifically, the ancient sparkly design made me think of a different time and civilation. That may sound silly. However, I am always on a quest to recognize my identity within the contexts of those who came before me and those who live different narratives from myself. In a sense, the sandals are a visible reminder to keep walking into those paths.

Most recently, they waded into the Caribbean Ocean, paddled my body through Cenotes in Mexico, and walked the sacred ground of encounters with people who don’t live in my native country. My sandals witnessed to my wonder at new smells, the beauty of creation and attempts to engage with human companions in ways that don’t require words.

Before walking into very different places across the globe, I encountered new narratives in familiar territory. Some of them included my own. My sandals comforted my feet as I walked into doctor’s offices, my insides quivering at updates from a yearlong of health battles. They accompanied me to conversations, some silly and others more serious with my young adult children.

And somewhere, in the midst of moving around doing seemingly mundane activities, I connected with people I never met. We exchanged laughs, shared insights, and simply acknowledged presence with an “excuse me” as we passed in aisles.

Someday, my sparkly shoes will wear out. I will be sad because of the sacred places I have tread with them adorning my feet. The stories they hold are way more fascinating than their decoration. So when they wear out, I can cling to the pictures and be reminded of the places I have seen the face of God as I navigate my days. 

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I found myself resonating with Elijah. (1 Kings 18) He felt the sting of brokenness. A fracture grew in his community, a group that shared a common identity. They were God’s people. That doesn’t equate to blind unity. But it meant commitment to working out together what that looked like in earthly life. Because this is where they lived. Not in a “spiritual place.” A physical place where God descended and intended to restore all things to the “very good” he declared.

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Recently, I retraced the steps of my childhood. Ho Recently, I retraced the steps of my childhood. However, walking the territory with my young adult children by my side became a whole new experience. Something profound happens when your kids see, taste, and feel the places that shape your life.

This wasn’t the first time, we ventured into the town of my paternal roots When my children were young, we occassionally drove through the town. We drove past relative’s homes and I pointed out favorite destination spots. However, the questions grew deeper and the curiosity expanded as they grew older. Connections to itheir story have been formed.

We enjoyed stomping around the nostalgic grounds together while recognizing how our family’s story fits into a bigger one. I whirled around with my kids on the same carnival ride seats that I once shared with my parents and siblings. We munched on the same tasty comfort food that I delighted in as a child. And watched, with wonder, the twinkly lights of a magical place, lighting up a dusky hot summer night. We walked in the footsteps of those in their personal narrative.

The deeper thoughts and questions came as we winded through the small town, retracing the paths of my youth. However, this time around, their ears longed to know more. How is this person related? Who was the relative that was known for…..? The visual unfolding of a story gives you a context for understanding what has shaped you. It is both formative and yet allows for questions and discerning what you will do with it. What will you embrace and how will you respond to it’s influences?

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My eyes initially spotted them in an advertisement in my social media feed. Truthfully, it wasn’t completely a coinicidence that they showed up in the midst of my scrolling. My buying habits are not secretive to the bots monitoring my digital life. I can’t hide from the reminders of my sketchers sandals shoe fascination. Both the ads and my daughter’s laughing comments make me confront my guilty pleasure.

This pair intrigued me. Both function and style appealed to me. Specifically, the ancient sparkly design made me think of a different time and civilation. That may sound silly. However, I am always on a quest to recognize my identity within the contexts of those who came before me and those who live different narratives from myself. In a sense, the sandals are a visible reminder to keep walking into those paths.

Most recently, they waded into the Caribbean Ocean, paddled my body through Cenotes in Mexico, and walked the sacred ground of encounters with people who don’t live in my native country. My sandals witnessed to my wonder at new smells, the beauty of creation and attempts to engage with human companions in ways that don’t require words.

Before walking into very different places across the globe, I encountered new narratives in familiar territory. Some of them included my own. My sandals comforted my feet as I walked into doctor’s offices, my insides quivering at updates from a yearlong of health battles. They accompanied me to conversations, some silly and others more serious with my young adult children.

And somewhere, in the midst of moving around doing seemingly mundane activities, I connected with people I never met. We exchanged laughs, shared insights, and simply acknowledged presence with an “excuse me” as we passed in aisles.

Someday, my sparkly shoes will wear out. I will be sad because of the sacred places I have tread with them adorning my feet. The stories they hold are way more fascinating than their decoration. So when they wear out, I can cling to the pictures and be reminded of the places I have seen the face of God as I navigate my days. 

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Truthfully, they don’t grow in the middle of suburban Illinois so the broom trees in my yard resemble Oak trees. However, metaphorically speaking, they served the same purpose for me: a place to crash in exhaustion from the overwhelming emotions pouring through my veins.

I found myself resonating with Elijah. (1 Kings 18) He felt the sting of brokenness. A fracture grew in his community, a group that shared a common identity. They were God’s people. That doesn’t equate to blind unity. But it meant commitment to working out together what that looked like in earthly life. Because this is where they lived. Not in a “spiritual place.” A physical place where God descended and intended to restore all things to the “very good” he declared.

But rather than place themselves in the messy human experience of listening and humility, they lunged toward pride and power. Community ripped apart. Relationships became defined by a zest for communal powers, control, and oppression-including those in their own community. They detoured from their purpose and identity. And Elijah wanted to escape.

So last week I resonated with his story. Sometimes the noise is too much. We are already thirsty from living in a world that is aching toward complete satiation with the life giving resources God is seeking to offer us. But when we are parched, the trust wanes. And like Elijah, I needed to seek refuge in something other than humanity. So I found refuge in other life giving members of creation. Because they remind me that God is still working and breathing life into a broken world.

Robin Wall Kimmerer, a botanist, professor, and member of the Potowami Nation, writes, “In some Native languages, the term for plants translates to “those who take care of us.”

I am thankful for the comfort of the trees who have always beckoned us to their presence. We just needed to recognize their sacred purpose. God meets us there.

#Redbudwriters #stephaniejthompson #godspeaks #treesspeak #elijah #godmeetsuswhereweare #godrestores
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