Would you believe me if I told you that it is possible to “sow” funds as a sponsor and “reap” in other areas of your life? Just like you sow a seed into the ground and later reap a fruitful tree. This is a Biblical principle that has been proven time and time again. Here is an amazing example of a miracle of almost an immediate “reap” from a HOH sponsor:
“In October 2017, my husband and I felt like God wanted us to start sponsoring a Dream Center baby. However, at the time there weren’t any new babies needing sponsorship and we were put on a waitlist. Then in January, we found an amazing home that we have been believing for. At the time our family of 7 was living in a very cozy, 3 bedroom home. We desperately needed more space and a home closer to our church & school. We knew it would take a miracle to get the house. We put in an offer and were in negotiations. Things weren’t looking very favorable. About the same time we got a call from Hillary in the HOH office. They had rescued another baby. Suddenly
Maureen. 14 years old. Grade 9. Broken. Hurt. Abandoned. Fatherless. This is her story. This was my story. I held back the tears as I read. I couldn’t believe that someone I had never met had gone through exactly what I went through. Raised by a single mom who did everything that she could to put food on the table. Future = Not sure College = Probably not… S-O-M-E-O-N-E had to sponsor her, love her, pay for her schooling, send her to college, give her a future……….. I could do that. Then: Purpose = no Hopeless = yes Enough = no Loved = maybe Identity = Who knows? … This all was me. Now: HEALED. Loved. E-n-o-u-g-h. Child of God. Identity = In Christ. … This is me now. Maureen. 14 years old. Grade 9. Now chosen, whole, healed, beautiful, child of God, loved, purposeful. Future = YES! College = YES! I would never have imagined that my story would match up with someone else’s story and that I would have the opportunity to show her the love that so many people showed me when my story was her story. I now have the privilege to support and guide her, and show her God’s amazing
How did Dan Peters figure out that Africa is where he needed to be? How did a real estate agent in Alberta – Calgary/Airdrie and surrounding areas (see his website) – start helping thousands of people around the world? Going back to 2007, Brian Thomson, the Director of Home of Hope, had started projects in Rwanda, specifically building a duplex for orphans. Dan felt he wanted to contribute funds towards the project, and when he presented Brian with the funds, Brian said “you should come with me to Rwanda” and Dan’s response was “I need to go to Maui, not Rwanda”! Dan thought that if he saw terrible poverty first-hand, he would end up guilt-ridden for enjoying the prosperity and luxury of life that we enjoy in Canada, compared to Africa. A few months later, in a church service, Pastor Ed Furst announced that he was planning a mission trip to Rwanda, and was looking for businessmen to go with him, stating that the next week, Brian Thomson would be coming to Olds to teach an introductory session for people interested in going on the trip. Dan looked around the church, and thought… “yes, some of these businessmen
Sakina is a mother of ten children, living in the DRCongo.
The Congo is known to be one of the most dangerous places in the world. Wars that began in the early 1990s continue to this day, with the militias continuing to inflict destruction on the Congo population. Armed groups, including the militias, the military and even the police, are guilty of torturing and gang raping many Congolese women. These women are then shunned and treated like modern-day lepers. They are rejected by their friends and families, and driven out of their communities to live in isolation and rejection. Sakina was one of these women. She was raped by multiple gangsters and intentionally infected with HIV, which she also passed to one of her children through breastfeeding. Prior to her assault she was a successful businesswoman, thriving and taking care of her family. The result of the attacks meant Sakina had to leave everything behind, including her once successful business. She felt rejected and hopeless.
Sakina was one of these women. She was raped by multiple gangsters and intentionally infected with HIV, which she also passed to one of her children through
Malawi and Mozambique are countries stricken by famine/drought (Oct 2016). The government declared a national emergency in April, 2016 and has provided some food, but the people do not know if more help is coming. Corn is Malawi’s staple food. Due to flooding one year and drought other years, their last corn harvest was in March 2013 – 3 1/2 years ago. They have been surviving the last years by selling their goats, pigs and cattle, but they have nothing left to sell. Those who are strong enough, go to the bush to find fire wood to sell. Most affected are the children, women and elderly living in remote villages. People are really suffering and famine has reached a critical point. Their daily life is miserable and hopeless. Most are eating just the bush fruits once each day and each night they try to sleep with empty stomachs. Chronic malnutrition in children will stunt their growth and delay mental development and reduce cognitive capacity. Their hunger now will affect their future.
|Joseph is about 8 years old, but looks much younger. He lives with his|
Sponsorship On November, 21, 2012, I was scrolling through my Facebook before bed when a post caught my eye.
“Do you know someone who wants to sponsor a baby? A baby boy and baby girl need sponsorship (and their mother wants the sponsor to name them!)”
People always say that life is made of ‘moments’ and some pass by and some will just stay with you forever. This was one of the moments that I will never forget. In one facebook post, in one photo, I loved this baby girl more than I ever thought I could love someone just by seeing a simple photo.
I got so excited I instantly wrote Home of Hope and asked if I could sponsor the baby girl, praying I would be the first one to respond. I was beyond excited when I heard back and I was officially this sweet little babies sponsor- and I had the privilege of naming her!
I couldn’t believe I had the honour of naming a child. I got in my car and drove to Chapters in
This is the story of Samuel Furst. He is a 15-year-old guy from Sherwood Park, AB. My name is Samuel Furst and I went on my first mission trip April-May 2016. To be honest I did not want to go. I told my parents that I was looking forward to it so I didn’t look like a bad Christian in a household of powerful believers. The first three days I wished I wasn’t there. It was about the fourth or fifth day of our 2-week trip that I started to enjoy it. I started engaging the people and the language and more importantly God. I’ve always known God was there and He was watching over me. I never really sought Him out though, never really felt that feeling of desperately seeking after Him. With everything I had. It was day 6 or 7 and we were going to a small village in the mountains in Rwanda. I was in the middle row of our van sitting beside my mom. The first ever Rwanda sponsor child Emmanuel and my two sisters (Haley and Morgan) were all in the back and they were playfully
Somewhere near the Bay of Bengal in southern India, a drive of about 15-minutes full of lowing cattle and shepherds tapping goats with longs sticks and bleating horns from tuktuk drivers and mystical stone carvings, there is a children’s home surrounded by a concrete wall. In this compound you will discover many things and many purposes but please find Priscilla’s kitchen. If you spend one hour in Priscilla’s kitchen, a square of mildewed concrete about ten feet by twelve, you might learn about authentic Indian cooking, but you might not remember much about that because you might also experience any, or all, of the following things: Priscilla sits on her wooden chair, pushed right against the back cabinets to make room for the cooks. She has a cutting board on her lap and is peeling cloves of garlic with her fingers. Two women, chopping vegetables together at the countertop, maybe three feet in length. Their voices are low and soft, but their laughter rings through the barred window and spills right out into the open air where the turkey is picking through kitchen scraps. A tiny lizard dashes