Wow. I haven’t updated for a while! I really am bad at this blogging thing. I have so many thoughts swirling in my head that I’d love to share, but I also have 6 little people that need me! Did you hear that? SIX! That means our little man is home. He’s been home for 4 weeks now and we are madly in love with him. I hope to come back and blog about the whole beautiful experience but for today I’ll just share a few pictures.
Now that you’ve seen that cuteness, let’s talk about a very big problem and an extremely special little girl. Let me first say this – I have no understanding for why there are millions of orphans in the world. Yes, I understand that our world is not perfect, it is a broken sin-filled world and so there will always be tragicness here. What I don’t understand is how if only 7% of Christians adopted there would be no more orphans. I can’t wrap my mind around the ease of that. 7%. That’s completely doable. Why then do these children wait? Why are so few people moving? Or even why are so few people supporting those who do move?
Personally, I didn’t move until 3 years ago because I didn’t know. I was completely ignorant and had no idea that there was an orphan crisis at all. Once I knew, there was no question. How could I live with myself if I knew children were dying and I did nothing? People say it’s not that black and white but it is. Children are dying. Alone. Starving to death. Being abused, drugged, and living in isolation. In the best case scenarios they have care but no family and they only have care for a short time and then they are out on the streets. In Eastern Europe, if those children happen to have special needs then at 4-5 years old they are put in adult mental institutions. Think about that for a while. Think about what that might be like. And don’t think about a mental institution with white walls and your own private room because I assure you that image is nothing like what I’m talking about. Let’s put it this way, kids with Down Syndrome generally don’t make it through the first year alive. It IS black and white. Right and wrong. What excuse can there possibly be for knowingly letting a child die or at the very least live life neglected and alone?
I will say this, I do not think that every family can or should adopt. That said, I think the majority of families who say they cannot are making excuses in order to keep their comfortable lives. Most people could adopt. So why don’t they?
One theory is that it’s easy to ignore what is not right in front of you. Easy to say it’s too crazy to fly across the ocean for a child you simply have one fuzzy picture of. I can see that. I was scared too. However, I’m going to change that vagueness for you today. I’m going to tell you first hand about a little girl. A little girl that needs you. She needs a family and she needs it now. She is real and perfect and so sweet. I have held her in my arms and whispered to her that I will do my best to find her a family. I have looked into her beautiful eyes (which pictures don’t describe) and felt my heart break. I ran my hands over her head, short hair shaved for the convenience an orphanage demands, and dreamed of the day she is cherished in a family with the pigtails to prove it. I have watched her stare at her hand, her closest companion, and wished for a day when a brother or sister takes that hand and becomes her new friend. I have watched her eyes strain to adjust to the light and prayed that soon she will sit in the green grass soaking in the warmth of the sunshine and her forever family. These things I dream of for her, they are things most of us were born into. The basic needs of a family, friendship, and love – these should not be longed for by a two year old. These should be given to every child. You have the power to give that to this little girl. You have the power to love her, cherish her, and give her those pigtails.
I’ve debated writing this blunt of a post. On one hand, you shouldn’t be guilt tripped into adopting, but on the other hand, frankly, the church SHOULD feel guilty. James 4:17 says “If anyone, then, knows the good they ought to do and doesn’t do it, it is sin for them.” In the end, this little girl should be adopted not because someone feels guilty (although that may be the first step) but because someone adores her. She is so worthy. Also, in my bluntness I didn’t want to come across as judgmental of all who don’t adopt. I don’t feel that way at all. And yet after crouching on the floor of an orphanage with a room full of children who want nothing more than a mom or dad, after holding babies that have no future because no one can make room for them, after having children who has been through more in their short lives than most people could even imagine, I have little respect for the silence, lack of support, and apathy that the church as a whole has for orphans. I pray that I am filled with righteous indignation and fight always for the children who have no voice. I will not forget them.
If you cannot adopt this little girl, sweet “Starr”, you can still make a difference. You can share her picture. You can give to her adoption fund thus making it easier for another family to say yes. You can pray for her. You can support families who are adopting. You can work in your church to create an atmosphere that welcomes those who adopt. Our church has been amazing in welcoming and supporting our family and it has made a huge difference in our lives. But please, do something. Here is a link to her profile on Reece’s Rainbow where you can donate and learn more: www.reecesrainbow.org/starr
I’ll leave you with this:
“When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, he will sit on his glorious throne. All the nations will be gathered before him, and he will separate the people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. He will put the sheep on his right and the goats on his left. 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, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’