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No Words – Part 2

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On the heels of this very disturbing video which I posted in my blog titled No Words, I was met with understandable outrage from my readers.  In fact, I had close to 10,000 readers visit my blog due to that one post. Many of you had things to say and I love that you all got so involved.  It was truly shocking.    It was one kind reader who brought to my attention, some follow up on this sickening display of abuse.  I thought all of you may be interested as well so I am posting it HERE.

Outside our generally comfy lives we must open or eyes to more than just our first world problems.  Don’t think I am not guilty of complaining about first world problem either.   It is known to happen on occasion and I catch myself, and feel guilty for a while.  But really, there is so much more going on out there than we realize.   And even if you don’t believe it, God sees, cares, weeps and wants to see change… from us, by us.


If you would like to know more about what you can do to help, go HERE.


No Words

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Okay maybe a few words…  Oh friends, please help spread the word about these precious kiddos trapped in orphanages around the world.

Have You Heard Her Story?

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Today’s post is for those who have not read about The Life Of An Orphan in Eastern Europe.  I have felt a tug in my heart to put this story out there as a post rather than a blog menu section.  Thanks for reading!

The life of an orphan in Eastern Europe, more often than not, goes something like this…

She is born, beautiful, pink, and tiny.  She coos, cries, and likes to be close to her mommy.  But she has Down’s Syndrome.  The doctor tells mom and dad that the best place for her is in an institution, where doctors and nurses can appropriately care for the immense and expensive needs of this flawed child.  The mother wants to keep her baby, but the doctor continues to discourage her, filling her mind with thoughts of her child being bed ridden, and the burden of being in a wheel chair all while needing expensive medications and doctors visits, not to mention the shame she will bring to their family.  Her parents relinquish their rights, and she is sent to live in a cold and drafty orphanage.

She is only a week old, yet she lays in her crib alone all day and all night.  Her hands are the only comfort she has, so she keeps them close to her face and chews on them when she needs to feel safe.  She is changed one or twice a day in the crib.  She is so uncomfortable lying in a soiled diaper for so long all the time that her skin burns, but they never put any medicine on her.   She gets a sponge bath every once in a while… in her crib.  She is fed, while laying flat on her back… in her crib.  She chokes and aspirates her cabbage water formula into her lungs, but nobody picks her up to pat her back.  She continues to eat from her bottle, but since the nurses have cut the end of the nipple on the bottle off for faster feeding, she continues to choke.  She chokes during every feeding.  She is lucky that she is able to clear her lungs herself.  Nobody ever picks her up.  She is never held or rocked or sung to or comforted.  Her head hurts, she is too little to roll herself over, and her muscles are too weak, so her head is flattening on the back.  Her body aches from always being in one position.  She often cries for hours sometimes in hopes that someone will come and help her or hold her.  She is desperate to feel the warmth of someones arms holding her close.  But no one ever comes.  She wonders if her mommy will ever hold her again.  What happened to all the promises of medical care the doctor was talking about?  The doctor was lying.  There is barely any medical care here.  Her orphanage is one of the worst ones.

She was finally listed on an adoption site!  Maybe, just maybe, she will be chosen.  So many have scrolled past her listing, watching her precious round face and big brown eyes go right by.  She is left to disappear into the sea of  “lost children”.  She lays in her crib and watches as a few other children around her are taken “home” with a new mom and dad.  Why won’t anyone come for her?

She is now 3 years old.

She spends her days exactly the same way she always has, in her crib, 24 hours a day.  Some foreign aid workers came to her orphanage and gave her a toy which hangs on the side of her crib.  This toy is all she has, and she loves it!   Her hands are raw and sore.  She has chewed on them for comfort and entertainment since she was a baby, and now they are close to infection, they are so red and raw.  But it doesn’t matter.  She continues to chew.  This new toy helps take her mind off her boredom and gives her hands some healing time.  She cannot sit up on her own because her muscles are too weak.  She is barely 11 pounds, a product of the very nutrient-deficient formula.  She does not know any other food besides cabbage water formula.  She hates it.  It’s sour and chunky and gross.  But it’s the only food she ever gets, so she eats it anyway.  The nurses still feed her while laying flat on her back.  The bottle nipple hole is still too big and she still chokes.   She no longer cries, ever.  She has lost all hope than anyone will ever really hear her.  No one has ever come for her.  She does not know how to use a toilet.  She has never seen one.  They give her 1 diaper change every 24 hours.  Her skin still burns from her soiled diaper.  They still never put any medicine on it to soothe her irritated skin.  The nurses say she is to be transferred soon…

She just had her 5th birthday.  Alone.  She is 9.5 pounds.

She amazingly has survived her first year inside the adult mental institution.  But barely.  She is one of the less than 10% that make it the first year.  Her Down Syndrome diagnosis makes it a miracle that she survived this long.   They took her only toy away from her when she was transferred.  She has nothing… again.  The windows in this prison are too high up for her to be able to see what outside looks like, so all she has to look at is the haunting environment around her which she calls “home” .   The bars, the suffering, the darkness.  She wishes she could see outside.  She remembers seeing it once, when they transferred her to this place.  It was like nothing she had ever seen before, it was very bright, but it was new, and she liked it.

Her precious, thin little face has bruises and cuts and scars all over it, and all her hair is shaved off.   She wants to feel something besides the numb that consumes her.  So she lays on her side and bangs her head against her crib bars.  She can’t even feel it anymore.  Her hands are raw once again.  She chews all day and most of the night.   She doesn’t get sponge baths anymore.  Her skin itches from the filth.  She used to love getting her bath because someone was with her, touching her, looking at her, acknowledging her.  But that is gone.  She lays awake at night, pitch black dark all around her, afraid by all the sounds she hears.  People screaming and moaning.  The child in the next crib over is choking for breath. His muscles are atrophied, and he can’t move, so he, in a way, suffocates as he lays there.  Her life in this dark, cold, scary place is fading.  She is growing weaker by the day, and nobody cares.

She, this little girl with no name, has been sentenced to a life inside a tiny crib where she will never be allowed out for any reason.  She will never get to celebrate a birthday.  She will not ever be loved, hugged, sung to, cuddled, smiled at, played with, tickled, given toys,  or spoken to.  She will never know what ice cream tastes like.  She won’t ever run and play or explore the world outside.  She will barely be fed and will know only pain, suffering and distress.  She has since suffered a great deal of neglect and inhumane treatment that comes with living in such an awful place.  A mental asylum is a scary place for a little child to be.  She is not crazy, and she doesn’t have schizophrenia or some other mental issue that may make her a danger to herself or others.  Her only crime was to be born into a society which labels her imperfect (like we all are!).   She has medical needs, but don’t we all?  Stories like hers are not rare.  They are not uncommon but, in fact, happen to thousands of children in over 25 countries all over the world.   Can you imagine how her life could have been different if her parents were given the chance, the education, and the encouragement needed to raise her themselves?  Or how different her life would be if she were adopted by a loving and good family?

Thousands of orphaned children in Eastern Europe are regularly transferred to mental institutions between age 4 and 6 where more than 80% die in the first year.  That number goes up to a staggering 90% or more if the child has Down Syndrome!  Kids do not even need to be mentally ill to be sent to such a place.  Any disability makes a child an outcast in this part of the world.  Like in my story above, many, many of these orphanages and baby houses are poor, receive little aid, and the children are malnourished and underweight.  That is just where they start out.  It gets even worse at the mental institutions.

One more, lost… Severely malnourished and dehydrated. Notice the restraint around this child’s waist which is tied to the crib? Does this child look like she is going to try and go anywhere? An example of the cruelty these kids endure.

Children in institutions  all over the world may not experience this exact scenario.  However, each and every child growing up in an orphanage will most likely live lives filled with loneliness, abuse, neglect, starvation, and sadness.   They will all share the similarity of a life without love.  A life without freedom.  A life without a chance to be who God created them to be.  They may never know what it is to giggle out of pure joy or get hugs and kisses from a mom and dad who loves them.   They will never get the chance to just be kids.  Many of them will die alone and scared.

This is where God has recently placed my heart: to advocate for these kids, to do my best to bring about awareness, and to strive for change in the systems which choose to treat these children in such an inhumane way.   I need the support of all my family and friends to make this successful!  So when you see a post about a child in need, step out in faith with me and help get these kids stories out there!  And please, don’t underestimate the power of prayer!

 (The photos of children pictured are as examples,and the scenario above was written by me, not about a specific child)

Meet Owen

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Today is all about one.  One precious boy who has never known the love of a family.  A lonely boy who sits waiting each and every day for someone to come for him, but nobody ever does.  One boy who has been defined by the rare genetic condition he was born with.  A condition which has left him different than all the other boys and girls waiting for families.   Aren’t we all “different”?  Don’t we all have imperfections?  Yes!  But does that mean we don’t deserve love?  Does that mean this precious boy doesn’t deserve love or a family?  I think not!

Meet Owen, when his journey began…

Owen as a newborn.

     He was seen as unworthy of love from the time of his birth.


Months go by, and Owen is still waiting for a family.

Sweet baby Owen

 He is just a baby.  A sweet, snuggly little baby.  Why has nobody chosen him?


Owen became a toddler.

Toddler Owen

He plays and smiles like any other child his age.  He has so much potential if only he is given the chance.  His tiny little body aches for the hugs and kisses of a mommy and daddy who loves him, just like any other child.  Yet he still waits.

Why hasn’t he been chosen yet?  Are people too scared to adopt a boy who is so different?   Are people afraid of him?   This precious boy is surely deserving of the love and affection of a mom and dad, isn’t he?  So what if he is different!  Aren’t you different from me?   So why is it that Owen doesn’t have love and doesn’t have a family because of how “different” he is?                           

This little boy wriggled his way into my heart while I was searching an adoption site (which I often do).  When I stumbled onto a photo of Owen, and it had me in tears.  I mean hysterical tears.  Why?  Because the adoption site had only one very sub par photo of him.  I understand that for many of the children, the agency only gets one photo and that’s all, so they have no choice but to use it.

 That photo portrayed him in a way that I just knew in my heart was not truly him.  I was so heartbroken that this boy was not even being offered the tiniest of chances to have a family.   I was outraged that this was the photo that the adoption agency was using.  But again, maybe they had more photos to choose from?  I don’t know.  I only know that with this photo could potentially be the cause for the old “scroll past” for this precious child.   I almost don’t want to show you all.  But I feel I have to for full understanding to be attained. Here it is.



I am so upset when I see this, I cannot even convey it properly!   This was the very first photo I ever saw of Owen.

Through tears as I write this I think to myself, “How is this giving him a chance?”   I have prayed and prayed for Owen.   Owen has been on my heart for so long folks.     This sweetheart is just a baby, not quite 5 years old.    What if this were my child?

Then, yesterday as I scrolled through the many waiting children, I see the sweet a precious face I always knew existed!  I saw this…

A happy, somewhat smiling boy waving to the camera!  Oh praise God!!!   The adoption site gave him a real chance!  Now maybe his mom and dad will see what I see.  Do you see?  Do you?  Can you see the promise in those eyes?  Can you imagine how much bigger that smile could be?  The giggles that could be heard if he were tickled?  Oh my, I cannot express how much I pray this guy’s family will find him and bring him home!

While typing this, my 19 month old came to the computer.  I wasn’t sure what she would think seeing Owen’s face.  But you know what she did, she stared for a moment and then said “baby”.  I replied, “Yes, that is a sweet baby.”   She giggled for a moment while still staring.  In my mind I am thinking to myself, “What does someone like my daughter, untainted by the world and it’s unrealistic standards, think when she sees someone like Owen?”  Many kids would be afraid perhaps since they  have been conditioned to think that imperfection is something to fear.   As my daughter stares at this picture I tell her, “This baby’s name is Owen. Owen is a sweet boy.”  What came out of her mouth I didn’t expect, she said, “Kiss!”  So I helped her reach the monitor and she kissed Owen’s picture.  She then said, “More Owen!”  I scrolled through all the photos of him as she asked to kiss each one of them.  She thought he was beautiful.  The last thing she said really chokes me up.  Very distinctly and clearly she said, “Owen, ocean, Owen, ocean.”  Now maybe it was purely the rhyme she figured out?   But maybe not.  Maybe she she was saying Owen is beautiful like the ocean.  Ari loves the ocean.  I have not been able to get that out of my mind.  Because it’s true – Owen is beautiful and strong just like the ocean.  Leave it to my toddler to teach me something so deep and meaningful.

So…  now I ask the inevitable question.  What will you do to help get Owen’s story out there?  Will you help this little boy to no longer be defined by his imperfections.  Help his new mom and dad to see this face which God created, as their perfectly and wonderfully made SON.

You can go to the link below to see more about Owen.

I will be re-posting this one now and then so that Owen really might have a chance!   Will you do the same?

In Owen’s region, there are so many kids that have either already been transferred to a mental institution or will be shortly.   Remember children who have Down Syndrome have an over 90% chance of dying in their first year in a mental institution.  If they do not have Down Syndrome, they have an over 80% chance of death in the first year.  Survival in these terrible places is not easy and essentially these kids are sentenced to death.   Please keep that in mind as you read about each child.

Cora Lynne

Can you believe this tiny peanut is 5 1/2 years old?  She has Down Syndrome which, in her region, makes her worthy of nothing more than to be thrown away into a mental institution for the rest of her life.  Please click the link to learn more about Cora Lynne.



Archie is facing transfer to he mental institution soon.   He is such a sweet boy, but he has Down Syndrome.  Please read more about Archie and what a little love bug this guy is.



This little bug is 6 years old!  Like the other children, she looks like a baby.  Sadly this is a product of the nutrient poor diet and neglect these children suffer.  She has downs syndrome and is facing transfer soon.



Folks, sweet Abbott is 5 years old and has already been transferred. Nobody knows how he is doing, so his situation is dire!  Please get his photo circulating!  He has Down Syndrome so I fear the worst.  Please click the link to read about what an amazing boy he is.



Tomas was born in 2005 and has Down Syndrome.  He is at risk of being transferred very soon.  Look at his face.  Does he deserve to die?



Born in 2005 this sweet little round faced pumpkin is at risk for transfer soon!  Poor sweetie could blossom in a family.  She does not deserve an institution.

Please remember that none of these kids will have a chance to find a home if there photos aren’t circulated.  So please, share this post on Facebook or Twitter or wherever.  And don’t underestimate the power of prayer!



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Hello All!


I hope you all had a great holiday!


First off I want to say thank you to the many people who have been reading this blog! I am flabbergasted at the number of readers I have seen thus far!  I am so excited about this and hope you will continue to stop in and hang out a while!  I haven’t been getting much feedback, which is fine, however I would love to know your thoughts so please consider it.  Thank you!

With that said,  Today, is not a heavy post kind of day.  It’s an inspirational kind of day!

My Pastor recently said this, and I thought it was beautifully put.  (This isn’t word for word, I got it about 99% close!)


“Out of  our brokenness comes wholeness which becomes blessing in our life.  What He calls us to do as a church, as a people, caring for the needs of others demonstrating the gospel, doing His work in this world, which is impossible to do without a miracle.  The world is so bad and so dark.  Its’ going to take a miracle to turn it all around.  But the miracle has happened and the miracle is happening.” 

“If you just go, and you take what you have in your hands and you just go and start passing out the bread, and you start doing.   Then He begins to work miraculously through us.  We may feel inadequate but that’s what qualifies us.”

 “Sometimes as a church we look, and we feel overwhelmed because the needs are great and the obstacles are huge.  How can we make a difference in this situation?  But Jesus already knows what he is going to do.  It’s going to take a miracle but its going to start with people like us saying “I’m willing take what’s in my hands and give it to Jesus.”  And when we give it to Him and He puts it back in our hands… start telling, start spreading, start serving, start doing whatever it is He is calling us to do.”

“You Just watch how He miraculously begins to multiply and work through that.  Something very natural in our efforts becomes very supernatural in its impact. Because Jesus is at work redeeming, restoring and rebuilding.  It’s what His kingdom is all about.  One day His kingdom will come in all of it’s fullness.  But today, we can live in his kingdom here.”


Wow folks, he is so right!  If you open your heart, mind, and soul up to what His will is for your life, He can do amazing things through you!  This message was given at church when I was still in the mode of trying to figure out what God was asking me to do.  I know that this message was one that started to drive things home for me.   It let me know that God was telling me that yes, I am only one person.  But I can still do so much if I give it to Him first.  If I trust and follow.

Can you imagine what He can do in your life if you ask, listen, and trust?  Food for thought!


Anyway, to end this light post, I have some photos from our family outing yesterday.  We went to Mt. Saint Helens.  It was so amazing! The photos don’t do it justice!



Me and the kidlets


Little Ari





Athen, The man of many faces



The fam

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