"If I were to ask God why He lets poverty and injustice exist, why there are so many orphans and why He does nothing about it, I am SURE He would ask me the same ..."

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My name is Jessica and my dear sweet hubby is Kelly. We have three beautiful girls, big sis and little sis plus our newest little baby sis :) Welcome to our site where we will blog about our journey to grow our family through adoption in Africa.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

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.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

A Blessing for Alyssa

             So today something happened to me, well, really Alyssa, that has never happened before.  Something so sweet that I wanted to put it into words so that I will not forget.

Today, our second Sunday at church with our sweet baby, a precious lady, one of the elders' wives asked if she could say a blessing over Alyssa while she held her.  Oh my, how sweet.  You see, I come from a church background of people who pray, but not overtly so, people who pray, but not really "lay hands" on others, people who pray at the right "times" but maybe their prayer lives could grow some more.  That's what I come from.

Where I am right now is somewhere different.  People that I know (and I am growing to be like them) pray right then and there when you ask for prayers, they lay hands on the person they are praying for, and as I found out today, pray blessings over children.

It was so tender to listen this wise woman of God ask Him to bless my baby girl.  To speak life over her, asking God that she would have a tender spirit that would hear the voice of God.  That she would follow in His ways and never stray from them.  She prayed for the man that God has planned for Alyssa.  She prayed and she blessed, I can't even tell you what else for because it was loud and I didn't hear it all and some of the things I did hear are lost to me because I was so emotionally overwhelmed.  That's okay, God heard them and I am confident that He hears the prayers of a righteous man (or woman) James 5:16.

And me, I am etching that picture and knowledge that this woman held my Alyssa and prayed over her, she gave her a blessing...

Let it be so God, let it be so.
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