By Jayelle Bond
No one has ever become poor by giving.
My closet is stuffed with clothes, shoes, and hats. I have the choice, and the money, to attend a hockey game or symphony concert. In my home I have hot water delivered at the turn of a tap, plus a freezer up-to-the-brim with food. The stores in my neighbourhood are laden with products on shelves for me and others who want and want. Materialism marks our hearts.
The children I sponsor overseas know little of my rich level of living. Their neighbourhood is stuffed with gang activities, drug abuse, prostitution, alcoholism, disease, unemployment, and voodoo rituals. Their parents survive by subsistence farming. To access water, residents walk several kilometres.
Being desperate for the fundamentals of life is not my experience. Seldom have I known lack. Where do my sponsored children and their parents find hope?
About four times a year, mail arrives from my children. The handwritten letters, along with their delightful art work, tell me they buy rice, or cooking oil, or a goat with the funds I give. One child buys a new pair of shoes; she writes that she feels like somebody special. My heart breaks open; my vision blurs.
To give and to receive is an education in blessing.
© Jayelle Bond 2016
Trust was originally published in “Creative Journey Five Minute Meditations for Transformation” Published by Heartspace Writing School.
Biography –Jayelle Bond
Jayelle Bond is walking into her prime. She stretched herself by taking the Life Writing for TransformationTM course at Canadian Mennonite University. Poetry is her usual writing; her poems have been published in journals and magazines. A prairie woman who delights in wind-rippled wheat fields and the starry vault of sky, Jayelle engages in watercolour painting, reading, and travelling.