Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath day
Is fair and wise and good in every way.
WAIT A MINUTE!!!
Wednesday's child is full of woe??
Full of woe?
I have read that poem many times before but never really thought about that line.
What a sad poem for the Wednesday Child.
Full of woe.
Sorrow. Misery. Distress. Sadness. Unhappiness. Heartbreak.
I was so stressed yesterday morning. After writing my blogpost and whispering prayers for Ten Thousand Tuesday we climbed in the car and hit the road for Alexandria. I was a wreck. The entire time Rob and Ben and I were talking in the car I was, in the back of my mind, rehearsing what I was going to say to the officer when I was asked why we had arrived 6 days early for our appointment. By the time we arrived my brain was a muddled mess. I had no idea what I was going to say. Rob's sweet nature precluded him from leading the charge and Ben just laughed when I asked him if he wanted to take the lead. So I took all of our papers in hand and when the time came... I said nothing. At all. I handed the officer our paperwork and shut my mouth. She looked at the papers. Saw our appointment dates. Rustled the papers a bit. Sighed. Then she looked across the room at the waiting area. There were actually two waiting areas. The first waiting area had three rows of chairs that were half-filled with people working on the forms she had just given them. Once those forms were finished they would bring them back to her to be checked and she would send them to the second waiting area. That area was five times the size of the first. It was that waiting area where I followed her eyes. It was just about empty. Empty. Only a few people were sitting in there waiting for their number to be called. She looked. I looked. She sighed. I held my breath. She stamped us through. I looked at Rob and he looked at me and we grinned a thousand grins in that moment. No words. Literally. No words.
We were in and out within an hour.
I danced all the way to the car.
Harper my sweet girl... we are one HUGE step closer to bringing you home!!
Once in the car I had the pleasure of getting updates on the babes who were dropping over the 500 wall on the Angel Tree.
TEN THOUSAND TUESDAY WAS AMAZING!!
Tuesday's child is full of grace.
By the end of the day all 86 babes dropped over!!
It was a day of GRACE for all those Tuesday Children!! If you were one of the many many who helped a babe over then consider yourself hugged by me!
But it isn't over....151 children are still not over the $1,000 wall.
151 Wednesday children.
Children who HAVE experienced much woe in their lives.
Children who have lost everything.
Wednesday's child is full of woe.
We cannot save every orphan in this orphan-filled world. I get that. But we can make a difference for these. We can be their voice. We can shed light in their darkness. One solitary child at a time.
These Wednesday Children who have suffered so much.
We can make a difference.
Today is New Year's Eve.
If you didn't take part in Ten Thousand Tuesday... would you take part today? Pick a Wednesday Child on the tree??
Whisper a prayer for them. Ask the Father of the Fatherless to call out a family for him or for her. Donate to their grant account?
Be their voice!
They don't have one!
I have no idea if we will get all the Wednesday Children over the $1,000 wall. It would be fun and amazing and I would have my Elizabeth Dehority socks knocked right off my feet.
What I do know is that each child matters.
They are Wednesday Children and they matter.