Injustice

The injustice of it all is sometimes too much. The sadness is hard to deal with when my sweet friends bring their babies home and I wish it was us. But when the injustice of it all shows its ugly face, it's too much, I want to yell, I want to scream, and I want to get on a plane and bring however many babies back from Africa that I can carry. You would think that I would have my hands full these days with a nursing baby, homeschooling the big kids, and trying to sleep in between.....

No....

Instead, that makes the injustice of it worse.

While I'm snuggling the baby, my heart aches for the one crying in the orphanage.

While I'm nursing her at my breast, my heart breaks for the mother who has no milk because she herself hasn't eaten for days.

When the baby falls asleep with that look on her face that I can only call the "drunk baby" look, I want to cry for the baby who is starving.

When I assign school for my big girls, I cannot fathom that children are working just to help feed their families and they don't even have the option of school.

As I fold several receiving blankets in my little ones laundry, I realize there are street children shivering in the cold night.

No, being busy with baby hasn't made me forget, in fact, it would say my heart hurts more today than it did a year ago for the poor, the orphan, the forgotten of our world. Not to mention, when I read posts like this, I am simply heartbroken.  I have 2 hands, the injustice of the world is terrible, I could take care of my sweet one month old and another little one. Would it be harder? Yes. Would they all sometimes wait an extra minute for their needs? Yes, sometimes. But that would be better than the orphanages or the streets where the majority of the 143 million orphans are right now.

While I am feeling like this, I realize, how many people who call themselves Children of God are in their comfortable homes with income to spare, with 1000 sq. feet per person in their house and they won't consider taking one of these children. They won't even honestly ask God if this would be something that they should consider. Why?! I want to yell it!

Not in condemnation, but with the hopes of opening their eyes. In hopes of showing them what a difference they can make in a child's life. What a difference THAT child would make in THEIR life.

And with all this I am wondering, why Lord? Why am I waiting? I am willing, I'm willing right NOW.

I long to know my son, I long to hold him in my arms and look into his eyes. I long for him to snuggle next to his sister, his soon to be twin, people laugh when I tell them I will have twins, but truly, that is how I see them. My sweet twins, one with white skin and brown straight hair and one with chocolate skin and tight black curls. One from my body, born here in my home, and one born in my heart, destined for our family from the beginning of time by the Creator, born somewhere in a dusty Ethiopia home. I pray they will be the best of friends, who always have each other, who have their own special language as toddlers...that only they understand. I pray they can start that relationship soon, sooner than it will probably happen, soon Lord, soon.

Soon.

I don't really want to wait.

But I will, and while I wait, it's almost too much to go with daily life as if there is not a whole different life on the other side of the world...and it looks so much different than this.