I love these boys!
Monday, April 16, 2012
and read his very long, very intimidating list of diagnoses, I felt overwhelmed. I WANTED to be his mama, but how could I ever care for a child with such a long list of needs? I didn't think I could do it. But the Lord kept nudging at my heart, nudging little Micah into my heart more and more, until I could no longer imagine him as anybody except my son. And the Lord's plan was perfect. When I look at my son, I no longer see his medical issues and his special needs. I see a giggling, bright-eyed little boy who does a whole-body happy dance every time I walk into the room, a boy who is learning to trust me more and more every day,
a boy who is already doing more than
the doctors told me he would EVER do.
His medical needs are very real, and yes, we do go to a lot of appointments, and we do a lot of therapy. And Micah is so, SO worth it! He is fascinating and challenging. He can still get so very scared and overwhelmed by life. But more and more, each day, he is opening up to the world. Opening up to me. He is leaning into me instead of pushing me away. He is reaching out for toys instead of shoving them away. He is coming alive, before my very eyes, and I am so filled with joy to be a part of his story. I remember at the passport office, the ladies who took Micah's picture shaking their heads and frowning at the thrashing, squalling, emaciated boy with the huge head, and asking our facilitator, "What are they going to do with a child like this?" Well, here is what we are doing.
We are loving him. And teaching him. And learning from him. And delighting in him. And feeling so very truly blessed to be his family.
I am praying that somebody will look at sweet Tina
and choose her.
That they will take a leap of faith.
That somebody will open their hearts to this waiting child,
and open their lives to an unimaginable wealth of blessings.
Sunday, April 8, 2012
He is Risen!
Jesus is alive!
Today is the day we celebrate the Resurrection of our Lord.
It is a day of hope.
It is also a little boy's birthday today.
Heath turned eleven years old today.
He is in an institution in Eastern Europe.
Tiny, neglected, lonely little Heath.
Still waiting for his mama and papa to find him.
To bring him into life.
Sitting in that institution, day after day, year after year,
is no kind of life for Heath.
He is existing. He is surviving. But today, on his birthday,
what does he have to celebrate,
even if he knew it was his birthday?
Where is his hope?
Oh, dear Jesus, how can it be
that this little treasure still waits to be found?
Heath waits. He does not know about birthday cakes and presents and balloons. He does not know about family gathered around to sing to him. He does not know about the feeling of a mommy's hug, or a daddy's strong loving arms carrying him.
He does not know about the Risen Lord. He does not know about the hope and the joy of Jesus. He waits, day after day, year after year.
Oh, Lord, how long must Heath wait?
I am praying desperately that the Lord's rescue plan for Heath is coming soon. The Lord has not forgotten this precious child, and I hope that we, who know about him, do not forget, either. He has spent his life hidden away and forgotten. But the Lord has a better plan! He is not forgotten any longer! His grant fund was at zero dollars. Not anymore! His grant fund has been steadily growing. It is growing! But so much more is needed to ransom him. Please consider sharing Heath's story. Please consider donating to his fund.
He is worth it!
Heath is a sweet little boy, created in the Lord's image,
worthy of love and hope and a family.
He is so, so worth it!
And now for our Easter morning:
Every child deserves a family.
Hoping and praying that this will be
Heath's last birthday without one.
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Time to color some Easter eggs! Gideon probably thought we were nuts when we introduced this activity. We were all sitting around the table, we had eggs, and we had bowls of colorful liquid with spoons in them, and yet we were not eating any of it. He was a pretty good sport about it, though, and after trying to sneak a few tastes, he agreed with us that this really was just an art project and not a meal.
|Gideon loves to smell things|
|I tried to convince Micah that this was fun,|
but he was pretty sure it was not.
Too close to bedtime, I guess?
Right after this picture was taken, Micah
grabbed that egg and tossed it across the room.
Maybe next year . . .
|our amazingly strong Ukrainian egg dye|
|counting and sorting|
|I had to include this picture, |
just because I love this boy's eyelashes
|Isaac, Josiah, Gracie, and Gideon |
(Micah and Blessing were too tuckered out
from our day at the lake to join in)
Now that the kids are all tucked into bed,
I am off to fill some Easter baskets and hide some eggs.
Wonder what Gideon will think of that?
Some moments from our sunny Saturday at the lake:
|Gideon loves dogs, and Grandma's dog is so patient with him|
|Micah scooted himself right into the sandbox and seemed thrilled|
to be touching it and to watch the sand sift through his fingers
|- brothers -|
|Gideon is a very fast crawler|
|beautiful Blessing watches the other kids play|
I remember last year when I brought the kids to this lake I was sitting in the grass, watching them play, and wondering what Gideon and Micah would think of this lovely little play area. I was trying to imagine two little boys I had never met, laying in cribs on the other side of the world. And I was trying to imagine them really being here, at this park, in America, finally out of those cribs.
And today here they are, in the flesh, with sunshine on their faces and sand in their ears. They are free! Never again will they spend an entire day doing nothing but staring at the bars of their cribs. They are living the sort of life that little boys are supposed to live! My beautiful, silly, grubby, wonderful little boys!