Anger, rage, heartbreak questions, tears, hopelessness, agony, sorrow… All these words… A pit in my stomach… This is all I have to say tonight.
Can you really turn a blind eye?
Anger, rage, heartbreak questions, tears, hopelessness, agony, sorrow… All these words… A pit in my stomach… This is all I have to say tonight.
Can you really turn a blind eye?
Christmas time has come and gone once more… During the mad rush of shopping and preparing and attending holiday gatherings, did you stop to think about what the holidays really mean? This season is so full of want want want, but what about give give give? Isn’t it truly about the giving nature of the season, when we pause to give thanks to God for giving up his only son Jesus, who died on the cross to save us sinners? All so that we could have eternal life. Now, even if you aren’t a believer, this holiday season should still represent giving and sharing, right?
After seeing the truly horrific and glum existence of many of the orphans in the world, would you consider helping a family bring home one of them? What a gift adoption is and how blessed both parent and child can be by it. To show a child who has spent their entire existence in a laying room, never ever being held, cries ignored, diapers soiled far too long, often drugged, or abused, or just… not loved. Would you help give a child like that a family of their own? Would you?
If all it took was one day where you didn’t go to Starbucks but instead donated that $4 to a family’s adoption fund? Would you?
Let me repeat that, ONE DAY, $4! That is so piddly isn’t it? We spend that without batting an eye twenty times over at Target on junk we don’t need right?
So, would you?
I happen to know of a need that is pretty huge right now. I have some friends who are trying to make an orphan in this world, an orphan no longer. I have personally met each of these families and there is no better place for an orphan to end up, wonderful people. But the cost of adoption can be upwards of $25,000 , yes I did just say that. So before you decide whether or not you want to donate, share, or pray, please check out each one of these sweet families and what they are fighting for.
And I am such a meanie, I forgot this last one when I published earlier!!! I can’t forget the Horton Family who is adopting Gary and Marnie.
First off I must say a big WOW! Wow, wow, wow, wow! I am overwhelmed by all of the support I have received from you all, my readers! Over the course of the last few days I have had almost 8,000 visitors to my blog and I am truly shocked and overwhelmed! So thank you all for your support!
In light of my most recent post No Words, many of you were so very understandably angry at how something like this could happen. The answer is simple, God gave us free will. He allows us to choose, without intervening. And when evil takes hold on someone and they act in an evil way towards someone else, God cannot do anything to stop it even though His heart is breaking. That was a really hard lesson for me to learn and accept. But I too was so angry once, still am, but now I get it. It isn’t God’s fault, it’s ours (as people). So WE must rise up to change it. I truly believe He will bless us and guide us step by step, as I have seen Him do in my own quest. His love for these sweet kids, in every situation around the globe is so immeasurable. He has not forgotten them. Every hair on their head is irreplaceable to Him.
My real agenda here is to answer one big question that I got from so many of you and that question is; “How can I help?”
Truly at first I did not have an answer. I myself have been waiting for God to point me in the next direction, an action direction. But then I started thinking about it and I think I have the answer, or at least an answer for now.
Folks there is so much you can do to help. The need is so overwhelming and the feeling of not being able to do enough to make a difference is common. So I am going to give a simple list that may point those wanting to help in the right direction.
Well folks I hope that this helped to answer some of your questions. Please don’t hesitate to ask if you have more! Thank you all once again! I truly believe that if we are willing to step out in faith and do something, anything, we can make a difference to even just one child. All of these abandoned, abused, neglected children who are seen by those responsible as trash, are really precious treasures just waiting for a chance.
“God doesn’t require us to succeed, he only requires that you try.”
― Mother Teresa
Okay maybe a few words… Oh friends, please help spread the word about these precious kiddos trapped in orphanages around the world.
Holy Moly I am publishing another post y’all!, can you believe it?! Has it been six months yet? Ha! I keep saying I am going to keep up with this but alas I stink at juggling two little girls a teenager and a blog! A girl can still try though! Where has my mind been? Let’s see…
Little Emi Roo…
My Pookie girl, Ari…
My new teenager…
Notice a trend? He calls Emira his baby.
Like precious Hollis who just came home from Ukraine to be with his new mommy and daddy.
His parents, the Buhman’s are wonderful folks who I met recently and who helped me during my pregnancy/bedrest with Emi by bringing my family a meal. They are super sweet and I couldn’t be happier that they live just minutes from me!! Hollis is 2 and he was raised in a decent orphanage. But even in a decent place, they still didn’t feed him anything but puree’d food so they could shovel it in his mouth at lightning speed. He didn’t ever have time to chew, so he never learned. Since gotcha day, his parents have been teaching him how to chew and sign and he is doing wonderfully. He is adjusting very well and it is rumored he loves to snuggle with his mommy. Isn’t he sweet?! To read more about this amazing family and their journey, go here: http://www.thebuhmanbunch.blogspot.com/
She is 14 years old, yes 14! The extreme malnutrition and confinement to her crib has left her like this. She is tiny!
Here is a short video of Reign. You can see she seems drugged and the sad reality is she most likely is… It is a common practice used to keep kids and even young babies “manageable”. Sick I know, but the reality is there just aren’t enough hands to care for them all and so this is their solution even if it is wrong. Poor Reign has possibly spent most or all of her life in a crib (her legs are probably stuck that way from laying), being fed this exact way, drugged and helpless. My heart breaks… You might also notice how she is intelligent by the way of her thinking twice about chewing in her shirt after being scolded a couple times. These kids do have potential!
Amazing little fighter Sophia! Remember her before?
Just look at her now! This child has been home for around a year and look at how fabulous she looks! Remember little Hollis from above? Sophia had a little something to do with him finding his family. It’s a pretty special story that you can read here. Go, read it!!!!
And this precious child… Keep in mind that this photo may be hard to look at, but it is reality. The beautiful child shown on the left is Kyle, he is pure beauty, pure innocence, pure perfection… Just look at those big brown eyes! The neglected and starving child on the right is sweet Kyle just a couple of months after he was transferred to the mental institution. This drastic transformation is not caused by disease or disability, but by mistreatment and neglect. This child is literally dying in a mental institution in Russia… There are thousands more just like this one. Kyle has a family fighting to get him but with Putin’s ban on American adoptions, Kyle sits waiting and suffering.
UPDATE: As I am writing this post, I have learned that sweet Kyle has passed away. Rest in peace sweet one… My heart is broken for this loss and for the family who wanted to make him their son.
What will you do about it? Share it or turn the other cheek?
Finally, this guy…
Many of you will recognize Owen, if you do not, please visit my beloved introduction of him on this page. I have advocated for him many times and he holds a special place in my heart. Everyday I wonder how he is doing. You see he, like Precious Kyle picture above, is in Russia. I pray he has been found by a loving family in a “permitted” geographical location, that he is healthy, happy, and no longer waiting. I dread learning that he has been transferred to a mental institution. Please pray with me that this ban is lifted, that the children will be covered and safe and that changes will be made to improve the care they receive. Love you sweet boy!
So my brain has been all over the place and rightfully so, this isn’t even the half of it! I do hope that some of you will be compelled to share and pray this blog, this post, really any part of my site you find moving enough to do so. Sharing is really my main goal here. The more people learn about all this, the more change can be made, the more prayers, the more good can be done! God bless!
I have to admit, when I started this whole blogging thing, I knew it was going to be ton of work. Getting my blog up and running with all the content I wanted to include seemed to be a never ending project. But you see, I thought that if I could just get all of the main content done, the actual blogging would be easy. Ha! Boy, was I wrong!
I constantly find myself thinking, “I am a terrible blogger. I am disappointing my readers by not posting often enough.” I think it is safe to say that I am probably accurate on these assumptions. However, for someone who needs absolute quiet in order to get her thoughts written down in a reader friendly manner, my house does not provide a conducive environment to do said task. With a less than fun pregnancy taking every ounce of my energy and a toddler who would much rather hang out about an inch away from mommy no matter where mommy is, makes writing difficult to say the least. Now factor in the sassy pre-teen boy who as of late, simply must press every one of his mothers hot buttons (oh the eye-rolling that has taken place in my home has reached epic proportions)! So, as you can guess, what my wonderful and amazing readers get are the leftovers: one frazzled mama. What am I to do with a bunch of fabulously bored readers with nothing new to read?
Shall I post about how my heart is broken for Owen and all the other children in Russia who won’t get the opportunity to have a family here in the U.S.? Or shall I scream about how angry I am that children who are in dire need will be denied the possibility of a family here, making their chances of being adopted at all very low if at all?
Like this beautiful creature. How can they tell her “no”. This sweet thing has gone from this:
In less than a year. Little Lina has wasted away. She will be 2 years old in June.
My heart is breaking for her, for all of them. So many faces fading away into oblivion it seems (big sigh).
Nope, I just can’t think about that now. It tears me up, but all I can do is pray. I can whine, and stomp my feet, but that won’t do any good. Only God can fix this.
So what shall I blog then?
I know – I will ask you all a question or two.
Has the information on my blog done anything positive for any of you?
Has the information on my blog opened any eyes?
Yes, I know the sections are lengthy. But truly, I need your thoughts.
I ask these things because I need to know if what God has asked me to do is doing the good that I hoped it would.
Is there any information I should add to my content on here?
Constructive criticism is good, however I do ask that when responding, all comments remain kindly worded. Thank you!
I appreciate everyone’s feedback!
I hope everyone had a fantastic Christmas!
As most of you know, I have been taking a break from posting for a while due to health reasons. I am 5 months along now and by the grace of God I have been feeling better for about two weeks now, yay! It has been a tough road thus far but we are getting through it. Thank you all who have been praying for us.
With my health improved so greatly, I felt it was time to make a return to the cause I love so much. Sadly, what has moved me on this day is the sorrow of Russia’s new and crazy law. I really cannot believe this is happening. It seems the leader in charge of this movement in Russia is upset about America restricting entry to people who have been “accused “of human rights violations in Russia. Although, it is also reported that he is siding with the common misconception in Russia that American parents are neglectful and abusive to their children. Interestingly there is no evidence to back this up. In fact it has been found that since 1998 after close to 50,000 adoptions of Russian children by American families, there have been 19 reported cases of child death. However in the same length of time, 1,220 children died while in the care of their Russian adoptive parents. So I believe this reason is completely unfounded and is quite honestly being used as a fabricated excuse. Not that I think ANY child death is excusable, I just think that if we are going to play this game it should be fair and backed by facts. If they are going to say that Americans are dangerous parents and they are going to bring in human rights mumbo jumbo, that they should actually look at the numbers and punish their own people. 1,220 children is a whole heap more than 19. Still, shame on each and every person responsible for those 1,239 children who died, no matter what country they are from!
Human rights violations are what we advocates are all about, we are trying to stop human rights violations in all sorts of countries. That is a main reason I started blogging in the first place. We ALL want fair and good treatment of children, and disabled adults all over the world. America may be leaving a huge gray area for this ban (accused instead of convicted), Yet I am happy about the statement we are making, “We won’t tolerate that kind of behavior folks”. Still, really? Punishing the children, with the main goal of pulling at our heart strings is a pretty sick tactic.
Let me get this straight Russian leader who’s name rhymes with tootin; Let the children suffer, be abused, languish in a crib for years till they die of neglect and starvation in some orphanage or institution, which in turn will hopefully make us Americans change the law and allow the scumbags responsible for this treatment to be granted travel access into our country? Would you like us to lay out a welcome mat too and maybe a big sign for them that says “we love abusers”? We are not okay with human rights violations! You are going to go and blatantly COMMIT human rights violations? You are totally willing to sacrifice those precious lives purely for retaliation on us for not being “cool” with these people? Yeah that makes a ton of sense, and it is sick!
Shall we look at the numbers? Shall we see how many children “could have” been rescued? Are you ready?
So folks that means around 1,550 children who thought they were finally getting out of their chains of bondage, some of who met and felt the love of their new families, will now get nothing! Nothing but a life rotting away in an orphanage or mental institution. They almost had the chance at a real life, but it has been taken away from them like everything else. This makes me so sad…
I will never understand why people do what they do. How in their minds such evil motives and actions are acceptable, how they go to bed at night warm and snug and actually live with themselves. It is beyond my comprehension. Things like this leave such an unsavory sour taste in my mouth and leave my stomach churning.
Satan and his demons roam this earth preying on people. So many fall victim and end up doing terrible things. God giving us the gift of choice has been manipulated by the dark forces of our world and is being used to harm so many who are so very innocent. Please join me in praying for these lost people, for the helpless children, for the families who long to make a difference, for the country and it’s leaders, for our country and for our world.
Thank you all! I have missed you!
Many of you who read my blog may remember these sweet boys…
Heath has been waiting so incredibly long for his family to find him. He has spent his entire life in institutions, never knowing the love of a mom and dad, never getting hugs and kisses, never being able to run and play like every child should. Heath now lives in a cold, desolate, sad place that is the mental institution he calls home. Heath is very tiny for his age and it is most likely a daily ritual for the older, bigger boys to bully him and steal his food. These children are litterally left to fend for themselves.
The good part…
Last week folks all over the nation came together on what became “Heath Day”, holding fundraisers and events to raise money for Heath’s adoption fund. Now, with the thousands of generous people who came together and donated funds, Heath is fully funded!!! Yay! How amazing is this news!?
I am one of the many people who believe that if he is fully funded, his family will have nothing holding them back from claiming their son. Heath now has a chance to be rescued! I know Heath has such a bright little light inside him, and am so excited to see what his future holds!
Well folks, I would like to set the same type of goal for this little sweetheart below…
Do any of you remember this little guy?
This is Owen.
If this is the first time you are meeting Owen, please go to this link and read my story about this little love, then head on back over here and read on.
This precious boy has struggled his whole life, and to be honest, he has even less of a chance of getting a family because of his rare genetic disorder. What I am really trying to say is, because most people are afraid of “different”, Owen has even greater odds to beat. I pray with all my heart for the day I see his sweet face on the “My Family Found Me” page! However, I also hope that a family in Oregon adopts him so I can visit!
when I learned about all those coming forward to help Heath’s family find him, I realized that Owen needs the same help! Owen only has a little over $3,000 in his grant fund. This amount is sadly a LONG way away from the goal of around $25,000-$30,000 that is needed to fund his adoption.
So friends, you don’t have to be rich you just have to be willing. Would you be willing to donate $2, $4, $6 or $10 or more? Would you be willing to sacrifice one day of Starbucks ($4) to help give this boy a chance at a family? By taking five minutes to donate a few measly dollars, we could help Owen’s family find him and bring him home sooner without them having to shoulder the financial burden of the massive cost of adoption. Owen desperately needs a family to love him. I can’t imagine how he would blossom if he were in a loving family.
I feel connected to this little five year old as if he were my own son. But I also know that at this time God has other plans for us, outside of adoption. It breaks my heart as I am so attached to Owen, I can’t bear to see him waste away in some orphanage unloved for the rest of his life. I certainly DO NOT want to see him get transferred to a mental institution
Will you please help me to reach my goal of at least 30 people donating? If we could get more that would be amazing! If each of my readers would donate something, anything, it would help so very much and I know I have more than 30 readers. Click on this link to go to Owen’s donate page, there is a “donate” button towards the bottom. It takes just a minute and could help give Owen a real life outside orphanage walls.
Please leave me a comment and let me know that you have donated! I would be so pleased to know how many are supporting this little guy!
Fellow bloggers, readers and friends, Please share this wherever you can! Let’s see what we can do for Owen!
Phase one of “Project Rescue Owen” initiated! Let’s pray that God moves mountains here!
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.
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)
Today’s post isn’t about anything new. It isn’t new, but it is a matter of life and death. Folks, it’s all about prayer. It’s about getting on our knees and begging God to help find these special children families! It’s about getting their faces seen so that maybe a mom or a dad will see one of these kids as “their child”. Today is all about Orphanage 9.
Orphanage 9 is a sad place. It is one of the poorest orphanages in the region. All of the children here are extremely malnourished due to the nutrient poor diet which barely keeps them alive. Of course this also means that all of the children are incredibly tiny for their ages and have many other health issues as a result. This ophanage receives little outside aid and transfers all children to mental institutions at the age of just 4 years old!
These 5 children are the only children who are listed available for adoption from this place. Why so few? I have no idea, but it sickens me. I know there are so many more children in this sad place just waiting for a chance. But instead, they lie in their cribs day after day, month after month, year after year waiting, hoping, slowly dying. Most of them end up thrown away like yesterdays garbage, completely alone and neglected in some horrible mental institution. These children truly have numbered days, and will be transferred soon. Oh how I pray that God will let their families see them and bring them home before it’s too late!
Please meet the children of orphanage 9:
Precious Tina is such a little light! Look at those eyes. what do you think she was thinking at the moment they took this photo? She looks sad.
I have advocated for this little one before. This little sweetheart has such a sweet face. I just want to grab her up and snuggle her!
This baby girl looks like she desperately just wants somebody to hold her. This little doll needs her mommy!
Sweet Giselle. What can I say, her face breaks my heart! She looks so sick and neglected and sad. She will surely not survive in an institution. We must help her family to find her!!!
On the adoption site they call this little one a monkey. That is just what I think when I see his little face! What a cute little monkey! I would snatch this guy up in a heartbeat if God said “Do it”! Praying, praying…
To view each child’s full listing click on the individual links or the link below.