Mama Love

The video below is Kirill.  Last August.  The day the Davis family met him for the first time.  He was dirty and smelled of urine from his overloaded diaper.  His hands were raw and bleeding from  being constantly chewed and his ears had infected looking sores in them.  He had on a shirt that was ragged and stained.  He was tiny, cold and so very thin. He didn't talk but instead grunted and hissed.  On the outside he was a wreck of a little guy.  Covered with sores, frail, smelly and filthy dirty. 

But to Tesney and Greg - He was gorgeous.  He was beyond precious. They wanted nothing more than to grab him up, hold him close and run with him out of that orphanage as fast as their legs could carry them.  He was their treasure.  They delighted in every aspect of him.  He was their son.  Filthy - dirty - scab-encrusted - wretched.  Their son.  Handpicked by God to be theirs.  They looked at him through the eyes of Love and deemed him perfect.

They were only able to see him for two days last August.  Two hours total.  In the first moments - when they first met him - they didn't want to frighten him - they wanted to give him space - room - time.  So they gently talked - loved him from a distance - letting him make the first move - giving him the chance to choose.

This, my dear friends, is what Kirill chose. 

He chose Mama Love. 

He chose to be held close.  He chose to have his head nestled in its proper place against his Mama's shoulder.  He chose Love. 

Last week a judge determined in a shocking ruling that this little boy would be better off in an institute instead of in a family. 

She didn't see this video.

She didn't watch this little boy melt into his Mama's arms.

She didn't study the look of utter contentment on his face.

For two hours last August Kirill experienced for the only time in his life the wonder of being loved by a Mama.

He got to feel her gentle arms wrapped tightly around his dirty, sore-covered body and he got to hear her gentle voice whispering words of love in his infected little ears.

Mama Love.

A love that is beyond reason.  A love that sees beauty in filth.  A love that looks past the outward odor and appearance.  A love that mirrors God's love. 

Kirill is their son.  Whether they are ever allowed to cross that ocean and bring him home or not - he is their son. 

That dirty - wretched - sore-covered - smelly little boy needs to come home.

He needs His Mama.

Please raise the banner.  On your facebooks -  your blogs - do whatever you can to shout out that this little boy needs to come home.  Share this video.  If you know anyone in the media or anywhere else who can help this family - then please contact them.  Pass around every single blog that you see that has to do with Kirill.  Mine are Here (Kirill) and Here (Hold Them Close)  There are tons of others out there. 

The Davis blog is HERE.  The word needs to be spread. 

And PRAY PRAY PRAY for the Hook family.  Next Thursday - March 31 - they stand before the same judge - begging for their little girl.  Please - Pray!