Hard

I'll be honest.  Some weeks blogging is really hard.  It isn't for lack of words.  It is because I have too much on my mind and in my heart.  I get completely overwhelmed with my thoughts.   How can I say everything that needs to be said?  How I can put on paper what is swirling around in my head?  Some weeks blogging is hard and right now I am in a hard period.  There are five posts that I have begun but cannot finish.  I have that many more that haven't even gotten that far. 

It doesn't help when I see images like this:

Owen and Cole

Two little boys who are in desperate need of families.

Last year when Rob and I were across the ocean, one of the first RR mom's we met was Sherry White.  She and her husband were adopting three treasures.  Yes I said three.  But their hearts were broken by all the babes they left behind so THIS YEAR they went back to get TWO more.  Five treasures rescued.

Five treasures rescued but so many left behind.

Each day that Sherry is visiting with her two newest babes she is encountering these two little guys.

Owen and Cole.

How can I get my brain around the reality that two of these little guys in the picture above have Mama's (the one with the camoflauge hat is Sherry's and the one with the monkey has a Mama coming soon) and two of these little guys face transfer ANY DAY?

How can I go about my day knowing that they are asking SHERRY to be their Mama?

Where are their Mama's?? 

Who will cross the ocean for Cole and Owen?

And when I get e-mails from heartbroken families because they are unable to complete their adoptions.... When they beg me to advocate for the child they had to let go....

Carlene

A little girl who has ALREADY BEEN TRANSFERRED.

A little one who needs a Mama and a Papa willing to cross the ocean to go rescue her from a life in a mental institution just because she was blessed with an extra chromosome.

I mean - look at this baby girl!

 

Does she honestly look like she belongs in a mental institute?

 

But that is where she will remain.

For the rest of her life.

Unless someone crosses the ocean!!

Someone go get her.  Rescue her from a life behind bars.

How do I find the words when I see kids like these?

My friend Andrea tries to find the words.

Every single Friday she posts about HER KIDS.  She is my hero.  She spent her last year ministering to the unwanted in several special needs institutes in Africa and in Aaron's former country.

She loved on the unloved.

And they responded.  They blossomed under her care.

But she had to come home and now she is shouting for her babes.

And I can't ever get through her posts on Friday without weeping.

This week was no different. 

I have wanted and wanted to tell you about Andrea and her kids.  She is a wonderful writer and every week she does an amazing job of capturing the personalities of the babes she left behind.

I have given up figuring out how to tell you about Andrea.  You are just going to have to go to her blog.  Every single one of you.  Go read her blog.  Bookmark it.  Pray for her kids.  Consider going and getting one. 

Or go get Owen and Cole.  They would make great brothers. 

Or Carlene.  Goodness me the joy she would bring to someone's household. 

All of these treasures.

They want Mama's. 

Cole and Owen ask daily for a Mama to come get them.

Papa's to carry them away.

Please pray for these babes.  Pray that God will raise up families. 

Andrea's kids.  Cole. Owen.  Carlene.  So many more.

The cast aside kids across the ocean.

Church - Please pray.