... I get to help a friend in need. Praise God for the ability to serve.
... I am racking my brain as to what in the WORLD am I going to throw in the oven for dinner!
...I am thinking about my precious Matthew and Ivanna a whole ocean and continent away.
...I am regretting that mocha freeze at Costco.
...I am at peace. Deeply burdened, but at peace that God is in control. Can't help but think of Paul.
... I am continually burdened about children who are mistreated and have NO loving parents to comfort them. With every utterance of breath I am praying ... continually... please God fill their tummies, let them feel joy, give them peace, and bring families forth to adopt these precious babies. PLEASE LORD.
...I am still grossed out that there was a yucky mouse scratching around in the boys room last night. I HOPE HE DIES!!!!
... and finally ... I am STILL chuckling that while I was pushing the cart in Costco today - Ellie (after being told and told to stand on the cart and not dawdle) got her skirt caught in the wheel, and well, the skirt came all the way down to her knees! What a good lesson learned for her - I couldn't HELP but burst into laughter. She turned red, and was compliant the rest of the shopping trip.
(Thanks Jenny S. for the post idea)
Thursday, June 24, 2010
... I get to help a friend in need. Praise God for the ability to serve.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Our last post was the very exciting announcement that we are endeavoring to adopt Matthew and Ivanna. Two sweet little orphans with Down syndrome in Eastern Europe. We also let you know of the adoption blog site that was created so you can follow along with us on our journey: www.anextraleaf.blogspot.com
For news about the adoption we hope you will follow along with us. We hope to keep our family blog updated with news of what is happening day to day here within our home. It will, I am sure, be hard to keep the two topics separate because we think and pray about Matthew and Ivanna and are focused on bringing them home.
That said, I will mention this one thing. Phillip and I have just recently been keeping up with a family that has just returned from Eastern Europe with two little girls (both with Ds) that they were able to adopt. This blog writer does an excellent job of writing of the conditions in the orphanage as well as how her daughters are now doing. She also strives to bring all honor and glory to our Lord. I read her posts and am in tears as I think that she is echoing my heart's cry. For those of you interested, here is her blog link: www.nogreaterjoymom.com
I also want to thank all of you who have left encouraging comments. We praise our Lord for such a wealth of support. It means SO MUCH to us to hear your sweet thoughts and sentiments. THANK YOU!!! Please feel free to link our new adoption blog to yours. We know that the more people who are praying for Matthew and Ivanna - the better.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
"When we arrived at the orphanage we were met by older children without coats, they were begging us to give things to them and not to the directors. It is very hard to write about the rest of this part of the trip. I cannot give a step by step account because we were all in a state of shock. We spoke to the director about our program and he told us that he knows the children need more but he said, "I cannot ask my workers to do more, they work very hard, clearing the road, shoveling snow, cleaning the floors and the children, they have not time, they must work very hard all day and then they must dig graves and bury children." What do you say to that?
"Still, the staff took us around to show us how it is. Words don't come to mind, most of our team was crying and could not stop. Dark hallways, screaming, children clustered together in freezing rooms, some in strait-jackets, haunted looking crying, asking if they were good, asking for food. Water dripping from the dark ceilings, mold everywhere. We held children who were 10 and 13 years old in our arms like infants. One team member said later that she never knew that humans are like fish and will only grow to the size of their environment. One team member threw up outside. Children never leave their beds in some rooms. These children are ages 4-16. In other rooms they leave to go to a room with just a bench and nothing else in it. They hold each other -rocking one another. I have never seen such deprivation and our photographer said it best when he said it was a concentration camp for children. Sorry, this is such a hard part to write but I looked in the eyes of many children who are dying. Their tiny bones fit into the palm of my hands. Their skeleton faces begging for help. No one in our team has really slept since. We talk about it but just end up in tears. I promised the orphanage staff we would come back with a team of people to help them. They are counting on it. The director told one team member that 20 years ago he asked for help there and the soviet minister came and visited. The visiting soviet minister told the director, 'why do you keep these animals alive? You can kill them, you know how to do it you are a doctor.' He never sent any money or aid to the orphanage."
We also read current stories, like of a family who was just in the same country for an adoption of a Ds child about a month ago, and was told by the orphanage head and the judge that saw their case that these children would not survive had they not been adopted. In their own country they know of the problem.
My son is not insane nor is he lacking anything that should deprive him of an opportunity for life. Yet these children are cast out because they are considered undesirable, or beyond real help. That is where the Christian in me says that this is no different than my story of salvation. I am undesirable and yet God loved me enough to send His Son to pay the penalty for my sin on Calvary. He loved me though I am, in terms of righteousness, undesirable.
We have been forever impacted by this reality and we as a family cannot sit by and just be moved with compassion. To put it in a biblical context, we cannot walk by on the other side of the road. We are embarking on a journey to adopt a couple of these undesirables. We do not know where it will lead as far as ministry opportunities down the road, but we have to act.
The blessings we have seen already have been amazing. I will have to save those for posts at another time. However, one of them thus far was a most delightful and sweet spirited woman in the UK who decided to donate her time to help us create a blog to catalog our journey and document the steps that we have and will go through to make these adoptions a reality. She is quite gifted and did a beautiful job designing the blog. Check it out… anextraleaf.blogspot.com.
Our hope in all of this is to bring honor and glory to our Savior’s name by showing the love of Christ, to raise awareness to the problems internationally and the need for adoption of disabled children internationally, to help in a foreign country that is willing to realize that they have a need of assistance – whether that be by an annual trip to help out in an orphanage or whatever, and of course to make a lifelong impact in a couple of very worthy young children’s lives.
We are excited to announce that with the Lord's help, we will be bringing Matthew and Ivanna home. We invite you to follow our adoption journey at the blog I mentioned before http://anextraleaf.blogspot.com/
Monday, June 14, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Amongst the fields of lush green lies something beautiful but mostly unseen
Many will walk by
Not caring for the rare treasure
Their eyes focused on the fields of great measure
But for the one who stops and looks
A special plant they do see
A tiny clover with four leaves; not the typical three
An extra measure of blessings some think
Tucked in your pocket it may bring great prosperity
Not designed like the rest
Just a plant with an extra leaf
Created in part; to help us with the very simple belief
That treasures are not always what we think
Sometimes they require an extra look
Almost lost in a wink
To see the gift that we may miss
That extra leaf that brings with it . . .
. . . a beautiful bliss.
Written by Charrissa Browning