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Aloha, I'm Donna, known everywhere on the Internet as "Champuru." I'm a Christian, blissfully wedded to my perfect match (the yang to my yin) of 15 years and a stay-at-home mom to my miracle baby, born in October 2008. Living life in Hawaii, less than 5 miles from my hometown, seeking balance in her pursuit of family, faith, recreation, and rest. Read more on the About page.

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Sponsored Child

Our church sponsored a “Compassion Sunday” today and dedicated the entire service to educating the congregation about the needs of impoverished children around the world. Pastor Tim recently returned from an eye-opening and life-changing trip to the Philippines where he was able to see firsthand the dire conditions that so many families are living under.

“He who is kind to the poor lends to the LORD, and he will reward him for what he has done.” (Proverbs 19:17, NIV)

It’s so easy to get caught up in our own comfortable lives, but just across the ocean, there are millions of children in need. It can be an overwhelming thought, but what about making a difference in the life of one child — for a mere $32 a month? Sure, we can all do that.

“He who gives to the poor will lack nothing, but he who closes his eyes to them receives many curses.” (Proverbs 28:27, NIV)

For a moment, I wondered if I should pick up a sponsorship packet. After all, Baby Champuru is on the way and I was planning to stay out of work for as long as our finances would allow. It was never our intention to have a baby only to depend completely on my parents or in-laws to raise our child. But yet, the reality of raising a family on a single income in Hawaii is nearly impossible. At the same time, would $32 break our budget? Probably not. But imagine the difference that it could make for the sponsored child: HUGE.

I decided to take the step of faith and I picked up the packet for an eight-year-old boy from the Philippines named Melvin. His mother is raising him as a single parent, and while I don’t know the rest of the story, I know that it must be tough to make ends meet. With our commitment to sponsor Melvin, I know that he’ll have the hope for a brighter future.

If you’re interested in learning more about child sponsorship, visit Compassion International and make a difference in the life of a child for only $32/month.

Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’

Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’

The King will reply, ‘I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.’

(Matthew 25:34-40, NIV)

It started badly

The day started with a bowl of cereal in front of the computer. I checked my email and perused some blogs as I spooned cereal into my mouth. I almost made it through the entire bowl, then without warning, a violent, involuntary cough overcame me and I ended up spitting a mouthful of Honey Bunches of Oats all over my beautiful 24″ iMac LCD display. Oh, the horror!

Apparently, the cereal must have been a bad idea from the get-go because about 20 minutes later, after I stepped out of the shower, I got hit with a wave of nausea of tsunami proportions and my entire breakfast went down the drain. Quite literally. Oh, the horror!
Washing up after that episode, I gazed at my face under the bright lights of the bathroom mirror and saw tiny red dots all around my eyes. Prior to pregnancy, I could count on one hand the number of times I’ve vomited. Since the morning sickness phenomena began, I have experienced the most violent hacking and hurling of my life. As a result, I’ve been getting tiny broken blood vessels around my eyes. The little red dots take 2-3 days to fade. So, in the meantime, if you seeing me walking around with what appears to be a bad eye shadow job, just know it’s not my shoddy makeup skills (in fact, I have none to speak of), blame it on the morning sickness.

I’m nearly 17 weeks pregnant. Isn’t the morning sickness supposed to be getting better? Soon? I hope?

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