Meet A Compassionate God

September is Blog Month at Compassion International. As a Compassion Blogger, my goal is to share my heart for children in poverty and encourage others to change lives through child sponsorship. This is week number two of Blog Month. Last week, 837 children were sponsored! 2,271 sponsorships are left to meet Compassion’s goal of 3,108 children sponsored in just 30 days. Together, we can change the lives of children.

If you feel called to sponsor a child through Compassion International, click here for more information.


Dear God, Heavenly Father:

All of humankind is reflected in your beautiful creation.

Every single one imperfect, but all together perfect in you.

You work one at a time, delicate lives hanging in your promise.

The wild, it comes, but your plans are already underway.

We are blown by the wind, this way and that.

Dead and alive among us.

Old remnants of beauty wait for your joyful return.

We can’t help but hear your whisper.

We need our dried up days, our dried up hearts to be softened by you.

Our hands reach out, you are the roots, we are the branches.

There are pricks, there are pokes, yet all is so beautiful. Sometimes we don’t know what we need, Lord.

You cover all wrong.

We lie, broken nothingness from the battle, awaiting your glory.

Borders and boundaries restrict, fire destroys and ash remains. You know no borders and promise beauty for ashes.

Some push and pull and grow up in spite of earthly limitations, only because of you.

Sometimes as one, standing alone for what’s right, knowing your light is needed.

Even the rugged, the worn down bend in the way of your light and grace.

The colorful, unafraid to stand alone, hope amidst chameleon green and brown.

The quiet ones, bowed down waiting on you.

The straight and narrow ones, all in a row, working to fill the cracks in your name.

The ones full of fruit, bearing witness to your Spirit.

The little ones, delicate dancing beauty freed in your presence.

The nails, bent down this way and that way, remind us of your sacrifice.

Arms lifted high, our lives sing a song of surrender to you.

All filled with imperfection, we gather others imperfect, surrogates for you, and you bundle us up tight in your perfect grace. The imperfect are perfected in you.

In all of this, we await your glory, loving in your name.

Lord, come and be in the middle of our brokenness, our ruggedness, our worn down lives. The pricks and pokes and weeds, the imperfections everywhere, the wildness and brokenness, the loneliness and all these remnants.

Take our hearts and mold us to be like you.

Show us the way.

Lead us to the precious little ones, delicate buds lifting high, reaching across all hopeful, waiting.

All connected, all one in you.

Sponsor a child through Compassion International, and change a life.

To find out more about child sponsorship, click here.

Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled. Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy. Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God. Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God. Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Matthew 5:3-10


  1. This is a beautiful post! I love the words and photos that go along with it!

  2. Nikki says:

    What a beautiful prayer. I felt and prayed every word with you. thank you!

    It’s a strange thing…when you support a child with Compassion. You think you’re the one blessing another, but in my 15+ years, I’ve learned that’s not true at all…they bless you more than you can imagine. what a gift!

  3. Monica says:

    That was poetic & absolutely amazing!

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