The Other Side of Adoption – a post by Kelly @ Lovewell

By Amber Haines

Today’s post comes from Kelly @ Lovewell.  Spend some time on her site and enjoy her thoughts below.

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Lora Lynn and her husband leave for Uganda tomorrow, the final leg of a quest to enfold a new baby girl into their family. I am thrilled, both because I believe in adoption with every mitochondria in my being and because I buy Hope Suds from Lora Lynn, which helps fund their adoption. (Which means my laundry not only smells fantastic, but it’s slightly-more-holy than ordinary laundry.)

You better believe I’ll be following her journey online. And I’ll be whispering prayers over the other friends I have traveling the adoption road.

As the wife of an adopted orphan, I am blessed beyond expression when I watch a family adopt. It seems like the Holy Spirit is moving today’s generation to live out James 1:27. Everywhere I turn, Christians are talking about orphan care and foster parenting and rescuing children out of poverty. My soul swells with encouragement.

But you know what else is encouraging? The fact that the Church is starting to be honest about the difficulties adopting families can face, especially when adopting a child from hard places. Because while adoption is a holy calling, and there is a side to it that thrills with hope and love and anticipation, it is also hard, unspeakably hard and filled with grief, especially if you adopt a child like my husband.

Many of you know Corey’s story. He is the son of an American GI, born to a Korean woman, deserted at an early age, left to survive on the streets or, worse, be abused in various foster homes. Through a series of God-moments, he was adopted by an American family, a couple who had adopted a Korean baby a few years earlier. This time, they hoped to adopt a Korean boy, an older brother for their bouncy baby girl, a son who would complete their family.

Suffice it to say, they had no idea what they were getting into. The boy they picked up at the Minneapolis airport was probably close to seven years old (no birth certificate, so we don’t know his age), a child who was riddled with disease and parasites (on a doctor’s advice, they burned everything he brought with him from Korea), a boy who had never known love or stability or family.

He didn’t speak a word of English. He didn’t know how to eat the split pea soup they fed him for his first meal. (Poor choice, perhaps.) Once he did understand they had food for him in the house, he hoarded it and hid it in his room. He tried to run away when they took him to school, because he thought he was being left at another orphanage.

He didn’t attach easily (or at all), preferring instead to stay safely withdrawn. He had frequent nightmares that he never explained. He didn’t trust. He didn’t cuddle. He didn’t tell his parents anything about his past. He mocked therapy.

Corey was not the sweet little boy his parents expected. He was streetwise, scared and suspicious, even years after his adoption was finalized. I know his parents struggled. How do you love a boy who won’t let himself be loved? Did they do the right thing by adopting him? Would he have been better off in his own country?

To their credit and because of God’s great mercy, they persevered. They didn’t send him back. They kept loving him, kept feeding him, kept clothing him. I’m sure adoptive parents today, armed with volumes of knowledge about orphan psychology, would view their actions as clumsy and sometimes misguided. But back then, knowledge about children coming from hard places was nil. They had no choice but to grope through the dark and do the best they could.

That is why I am so heartened to see a honest discussion today about how we can support families who adopt kids from hard places. Jedd Medefind, president of the Christian Alliance for Orphans, says it best:

We have every reason to celebrate the wonder of adoption, explore its theological and earthly significance, and highlight the blessing it can be to both child and parent. We must keep the Gospel always at the very center, as both our motivation and the wellspring of perseverance in difficulty. But we must also increasingly place a strong accent on both preparation for potential challenges of adoption and provision of support when challenges do arise. We must not only affirm this need, but also lead in helping to meet it.

Perhaps it may sound overblown, but I believe there is no single factor with greater potential to derail the growing Christian commitment to adoption and foster care than failure in this point. This is especially true as Christian families increasingly open themselves to the adoption of older and special needs children. In short, for every enthusiastic but ill-prepared and poorly-supported adoptive family that crashes on the rocks of unanticipated challenges, dozens of others will permanently write off the call to adopt.
- from The Most Significant Challenge Facing Adoption in America

I am so glad Corey’s parents didn’t permanently shipwreck on those rocks. And in a twist of fate only God can orchestrate, today Corey is on the board of the Christian Alliance for Orphans, raising awareness of the plight of orphans around the world.

The discussion will continue at The Idea Camp: Orphan Care conference next month in Arkansas. If you aren’t aware of The Idea Camp yet – I tell people it’s like a Christian TED, only the participants are the idea gurus, not necessarily the speakers. But don’t take my word for it; click through and check it out.

And if you don’t make it to The Idea Camp in February, you might consider attending the Christian Alliance for Orphans Summit in Louisville, Kentucky in May with me and Corey. Just don’t try to hug Corey when you see him. He’s an orphan adopted from a hard place. He has issues.

!C//Orphans – Thoughts by Amy Bottomly

By Amber Haines
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Josh and I are honored to be able to share a bit of our story at The Idea Camp February 25th and 26th in NW Arkansas. Its no secret that we tried having biological children before being led to adoption. And I think everyone also knows how thankful we are for that. :) We wouldn’t trade a thing about our journey. :) It has been both eye opening and life changing.
The Idea Camp-Orphan Care is for people who desire to move ideas towards implementation. The focus of the conference is on the participants! The idea camp functions under the premise that the crowd collectively is always smarter and wiser than any one speaker. I am excited to be a participant!
A few of the guides I am looking forward to hearing:
Even though I know the Alexanders and their story, I am so excited to hear them share. I mean they are doing some seriously inspiring work with Hope for Dube Bute. It is amazing all that they are providing for their son’s home village.
I used to read the Mooney’s blog way back in the day after the birth of their first son Eliot. You can read more about Eliots life by going here. I am excited to learn about 99 Balloons. And I am excited to meet he and his wife Ginny.
We love Mike and his wife Corrie. And Mike (among other things) is a founding member of the Cobblestone Project. I am so inspired by Cobblestone Project and all they do in the Northwest Arkansas community. Specifically I am inspired by one of their outreaches called Laundry Love. Can’t wait to get some time with the Rusch family.
She’s a big time humanitarian photographer.. charity:water, Invisible Children, TOMSshoes, etc. I think I am excited to hear from her because I am a pretty professional photog myself… what with all my FLASH pictures and all. :) jk. I am excited to hear what she has to say.
I am always excited to hear from Gladneypeople. Because Gladney is the best adoption agency around. :)
She blogs at Rage Against the Minivan. Ummm, where I have been? I am new to following her blog. And now I am a stalker.
Always inspiring to hear his heart for the fatherless.
You can see a list of all the guides here. See the weekend schedule here, and register here.  Inspiring and amazing and excited clearly sum it up. :) (I need to expand my vocab)

Scott Brown, Gladney Center for Adoption

By admin

Scott Brown, Gladney Center for Adoption shares why he is personally dedicated to caring for the orphan and vulnerable children in our world.

We are so glad that Scott will be one our guides during February’s !C//Orphan.

On Finding True Religion

By Amber Haines

I try to read the Proverb that matches the day’s date, so this morning in Proverbs 21, I read in verse 13 that he who shuts his ears to the cry of the poor will also cry himself and not be answered. And then in verse 15, I read that the exercise of justice is JOY for the righteous.”

Confirmations such as these verses make it my honor to be acquainted with brothers and sisters whose life work is to care for the fatherless. I have a lot to learn from the likes of friend and Arkansas native Dr. John Sowers, author of Fatherless Generation: Redeeming the Story,  President of The Mentoring Project in Portland, OR, and Session Guide at Idea Camp’s Orphan Care Conference.

The following is some encouragement for us all from him:

A couple days ago, I got a direct message on Twitter from a young lady who said, “Hey, I’m thinking about going to Idea Camp: Orphan Care. Tell me why I should.”

This was my response:

“Well… if Our God is Father to the fatherless, we, as imitators of him, cannot afford to be any less. And if James is right, that true religion is not really a cool brand of jeans, but it is taking care of widows and orphans, this is something we are all called to engage. Like Rick Warren said, ‘Orphan care is not a cause, it is a biblical mandate that we cannot ignore.’

We must all reconcile it with our faith. Each one of us must ask, what am I going to do about the fatherless and orphans? How is God calling me to step into his heart for the fatherless?

Idea Camp: Orphan Care may be the best place on the planet to prayerfully explore that conversation. There is an outstanding group of leaders and speakers and creatives that are serving as guides. These people are helping us find our calling, or strengthen our voice. They are are sharpening our focus, or helping us find best practices for those of us who are already practitioners. Idea Camp is an excellent opportunity to join a critical and compelling conversation.”

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I hope she comes. And I hope you do too.

Follow John Sowers on Twitter.

Open

By Amber Haines

The following post is from Heather of The Extraordinary Ordinary.

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empathy, sympathy, compassion
a passion for helping
and then…
empathy and sympathy and compassion
fatigue.

It’s a dichotomy, isn’t it? Being human. We care deeply for a while about a hundred different things and sooner or later there’s too much or too little and we just grow
tired.

We stop leaning into the discomfort of trying and trying to help and to tell the stories of the hurting
and the poor
and we see the eyes of the orphan as we surf the web
and we turn our own eyes away to something lighter
and it is not fair to guilt us that way.

There’s just too much.

But we can’t stop talking about it
and we can’t close ourselves off from it
because if we do, we’re doing nothing
and even if we don’t know that we still care
even while doing nothing
it hurts us to do nothing
and it hurts them to do nothing…
everyone loses.

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I don’t know how it happened, but some years back I became quite passionate about the human trafficking crisis, especially the sex trafficking of children, of orphans. Around that time, through the music and message of Sara Groves, I came to know International Justice Mission. Ryan and I then became Freedom Partners, financially supporting IJM’s work to end slavery, trafficking and other injustices.

But that sponsorship and the support of two children through Compassion International is all our family is doing. We allow a small donation to be removed from our account one time a month and that’s it…we call it good enough, and it’s not.

What happens? What happens to this burning desire in me to do something? Is it apathy? Is it the business of life? Is it fear? Is it all of it?

It’s all of it, for me, I think. Until I’m closed off, ears tuned out, heart turned off.

And then I’ll hear a story and it will come alive because that’s what story does to my heart. You know how stories wake us up…it’s good. I hear a story through Compassion or IJM and I picture what happened and I think of that child
and that child feels more like mine
because that child is all of ours.

Every time the words from one of Sara Groves’ songs–When the Saints are played– “I see the young girl sitting on the brothel floor–I see the man with a passion come and kick’n down that door,”
I cry.

And I’m jealous of him, that kicking man. I want to be him. I want to rescue that girl. I want to re-open.

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Guilt is not helping…it never has helped me much at all, it keeps me closed. And I don’t want to guilt you. I just want us to stay open. To free us of pressure and big scary thoughts that shut us down because we fear we can’t handle helping.

I can’t adopt…that’s for other more patient and loving people–I’m just not that good. Soand So, they’re that good, they must be so good, to be able to do that. Maybe some day, but right now we’re not like them.
I can’t foster…that’s terrifying and what about my kids? We don’t have any extra money.

But maybe we need to stop scaring ourselves away with those big thoughts. Maybe our role is or starts smaller…everything starts with a small opening, after all. Maybe it’s just one connection, one small idea, one small thought, one small belief, one small step.

What if I were simply open? Just open, to seeking and looking and watching and hearing. All of me open and starting to be ready for the undeniable message that I am needed and this or that way is exactly how I am needed?
No big decisions today…just a willingness, an openness, an awareness,
letting the next step
be the next small step
to open-hearted action.
After all, no child that needs us is asking us for perfection in the way we are led to help. Fear is asking for perfection, not that child. That child simply needs us, just as we are, with our buried passionate hearts and our love for them.

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Have you heard of the Idea Camp? Please take a moment to click on over and check it out–I highly recommend watching the short video under “videos” on the right side of the events page. It will not only inspire you, but it will help you understand what the Idea Camp is all about. It’s something different, something powerful, I just know it.

The next Idea Camp takes place in Northwest Arkansas on Feb. 25-26 and I really want to go. To imagine sitting with people who are full of passion, collaborating and living…it would be so good. If we’re able to swing it, while I’m there, I want my heart to be open, to hear and give, to be inspired and to say yes.

“God has a plan to help bring justice to the world — and his plan is us.” ~ Gary Haugen (International Justice Mission)

Check out Heather’s Blog!

Risking Our Whole Hearts

By Amber Haines

The following post is from !dea-Camper, Sarah Markley, of The Best Days of our Lives.

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I met April a few months ago when she was already in the middle of her story. I felt like I’d come a bit late to the party but as I plopped myself down on the sofa in the middle of new friends, all I wanted to ask was

What did I miss?

Over a couple weeks I learned April and her husband, Brian, had already been selected for an Ethiopian adoption. They were waiting waiting waiting for the invitation to go to Africa to visit their children and to complete the first in what would be two trips. I also found out that although April could be seen on stage at our new church most Sundays in Southern California, her heart was in Ethiopia.

Orphans. I realized our new church was firmly and resolutely devoted to help fix the worldwide crisis in the ways that we can.

We met Tony and his wife Erin at about the same time. Erin is Caucasian and Tony is Korean so, like many families at Newsong, they are a culturally mixed family. The first time I saw them wheel their family through the door of a birthday celebration for another boy at church, I wondered who belonged to whom. They’ve added to their already beautiful family another boy who matches neither Tony nor Erin in race, but echoes their whole family in full-faced smiles and love. Zeph is a foster child.

Tony and Erin don’t know how their story will end. Will they be able to adopt Zeph? How long will he be with them? No one knows. Even April and Brian {who have just returned from their final trip from Ethiopia with Judah and Addisse strapped firmly to themselves} don’t know how their story will essentially end or where their journey will take them.

What these two families have in common, aside from their desire to care for and protect children without parents, is their willingness to lay out their WHOLE HEARTS for the good of another person. And in this case a child.

They’ve risk their love being unreturned. They’ve risked courts saying “NO”. They’ve risked hearts and lives being split open because a child they once held and sang to sleep might not be theirs to keep.

When I watch them I wonder

how

far

I

could

stretch my own heart. Like them.

I’ve just begun reading Wess Stafford’s book, Too Small to Ignore: Why the Least of These Matters Most. Before I began reading, I believed that I loved children. I love my children, I feel a sincere fondness toward other children, and I do, in all honesty, like to be around little ones.  I’m a mother for goodness sake.

But I’m realizing that although I LOVE them, I don’t often see them as IMPORTANT in the same way that God does.

Let the children come, He says.

Become like a child, He says.

Don’t cause them to stumble, He asks.

Care for widows and orphans, He says.

I’m inspired by Tony and Erin. I’m anxious for April and Brian and I can’t wait to meet their babies. And I know that God picked my own family up and put us gently in the middle of a community who cares deeply for the orphans of the world.

And when I asked both April and Tony to help me on this post, they both separately said the same thing: That it really does take a whole community to support, love and help families who choose adoption or fostering. No one family can do this on their own. They need ALL of us.

Does all of this mean that the Markleys are on a journey to adopt? Not necessarily. But it does mean that we are called to help meet the needs of the families around us who are on that journey.  I need to listen, to observe, to ask and to pray. And then I need to offer my time and resources in ways that are supportive of families who are intimately involved in orphan care.

And then sit back to watch their stories unfold.

Have you adopted or fostered? How have you been involved in the lives of families who participate in orphan care?

In just a few weeks, the Idea Camp: Orphan Care conference will happen in Northwest Arkansas. Oh how I wish I was there! Believe me, I was unable to move both heaven and earth {which is what would have had to happen in order for me to go}. If you are in the area, please consider going. The Idea Camp community is one of the most amazing collections of people I have EVER come across and some of my absolute favorite people on the planet will be there. It is simply beautiful watching God’s people actually doing what they are called to do.

Click for Idea Camp: Orphan

Follow April’s story on her blog and on twitter.

Follow Tony on twitter.

How Are We Addressing the Orphan Crisis?

By Amber Haines
The following post is from Emily and Moody Alexander at Soli Deo Gloria, who will be two of our inspirational Orphan Care Guides at the conference in February.
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Friends from around the country will gather at the end of February in Northwest Arkansas to answer this question. The Idea Camp is going to be a beautiful few days of sharing ideas, sharing stories and sharing lives.

For Emily and my sons, Eyasu and Abe, the orphan crisis was solved with their adoptions. Praise God indeed. However, that’s not the answer for all of the 147 million orphans worldwide. Below is our story of hope, a hope that no more children will be orphaned, at least in the beautiful region of southern Ethiopia. A story of bringing hope to Dube Bute.

Four years ago, our family began a journey that none could predicted – nor had we planned on – but God did.

Our dear friend Kristin went on a mission trip to Africa and sent us a video of highlights. As our family watched the beautiful work she and her team did in the orphanages, our children began asking if we “could bring one home”. Then they began to ask us if we you pray about it. That was the winter of 2007. 15 months later, we received an email with a beautiful picture of our son Abe, wearing a Texas Tech T-shirt. We knew God has His hand in this journey. Three months after that, our family, traveled to Addis Ababa, Ethiopia to bring home Abe. That is when we first began to fall in love with the country.

Kristin chronicled the trip through pictures and made a beautiful video of the day we first met Abe, using the song “Mighty to Save”. Because of that, the song has become our anthem. Abe immediately became our “ripple maker”. I like to say that Abe is the large boulder that came crashing into our otherwise very calm pond. Those ripples reached new heights six weeks later, when we received the devastating news that Abe had a severe brain injury from an in-utero stroke. Those were hard days of suffering, but we have a God who is faithful, whose love and grace sustains. Good friends and family walked through those days – our faith grew deeper, our love for Ethiopia grew deeper and our desire to give something back to this country grew.

Just over a year ago, Emily and I went back to Ethiopia to bring home our son Eyasu. We had the privilege to meet his biological uncle who cared for him after both of his parents died from TB. The uncle cared for Eyasu and his biological brothers until he was 23 months old, and on the verge of dying from sickness and malnourishment. Also on this trip, we first met the staff of A Glimmer of Hope and began this beautiful relationship. From the very beginning, we had been looking for an organization to partner with. Once we met these guys, we knew this was the group doing big work, effective work and sustainable work.

Emily traveled back to Ethiopia in June to see completed projects of Glimmer – and the dream of returning to Eyasu’s village was born.

Another reason, Emily traveled in June, was to lay the ground work for EthiopiaSmile. In the spring of last year, the idea came to return to Ethiopia and use the gift of dentistry to love the people of Ethiopia, God moved in the hearts of over 60 people to join with us. Abe’s ripples just exponentially increased! So this passion for Ethiopia and it’s people reached out to our community.

Last month, we visited Dube Bute, Eyasu’s village, we saw the need, we saw the extreme poverty, we saw the lack of clean water, the dilapidated schools, the lack of basic health needs. Trusting God to do big things, we partnered with Glimmer to bring hope to Dube Bute by fundraising to provide 27 water points, a health post, 12 new classrooms, a vet clinic, necessary latrines and a bridge to make all of this possible. By God’s grace, almost all of the funds are raised and construction is set to begin!

That’s what this is all about – a beautiful story of redemption, taking a dear orphan out of a dire situation, using him to inspire a community to make a difference in the lives of people a world away.

hands [and feet]

By Amber Haines
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when i turned away & headed back out on that red dirt,
suitcases packed & my baby snuggled into my sling,
i walked away from 52 other children in an orphanage because i was not their mother.
i walked away from 2,499,999 million children in my son’s birth country
that didn’t have a family.
i had looked many of them in the eye & held them on my lap
while telling them that they were loved.
then, i walked away.
that has really thrown me for a loop as i prepare to return to Africa soon.
how am i going to go there, see them and then just walk away again?
how am i going to tell them how loved they are when someone just
swoops in for a few days, gives some cans of formula & diapers then leaves forever?
i whisper in their ears that they are loved by the greatest Father of all.
but, really…how can they even believe it?
how can we ask them to trust us that they are loved when they haven’t been shown?
we have to meet them there.
we have to go to their land and fight to preserve their families.
we have to be the hands and feet.
we have to be willing to open our hearts and our homes and our families.
without the fear in our head that says what if
what if the money doesn’t come in?
what if he has a special need?
what if attachment is hard?
what if she has food/trust/medical issues?
what if we find out at the last minute that she is HIV+?
what if he is 6 years instead of 6 months?
what if this is the hardest thing i’ve ever done?
well….
this is supposed to be hard.
we are supposed to be living differently.
we are supposed to be radically different.
we aren’t supposed to be happy…we are meant to be content.
we aren’t supposed to sit around blissfully drinking our lattes.
we are supposed to see the pain and the agnony and the
ridiculous discrepancy of the quality of life in this world
and do something about it.
we are supposed to do something about it.
orphan care is big and wide and messy.
it is unfathomable sometimes, but we cannot close our eyes.
once our eyes are open, we cannot pretend we don’t know.
He holds us responsible to act.
[according to Proverbs 24:12]
obviously, i believe adoption is a beautiful thing.
it is a beautiful picture on Earth of our adoption into His family.
the thing is…
we can’t just adopt a child and expect the global orphan crisis to be solved.
163 million orphans.
we have to work on family preservation.  we have to figure out how to better
support ministries serving these children.  we have to figure out how to get them
the resources they need & how they can become self-sustaining.  we have to care
about the ones here & the ones there.  we have to be willing to love the newborn
with HIV and the 8 year old with special needs.
we have to give up our own ideas, plans & hopes & find His will.

The Orphan I Am [A Theology of Adoption]

By Dan King

The following guest post is from one of our session guides at the upcoming Orphan Care Conference, Dan King of Activist Faith. Originally published at BibleDude.net.

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It’s always been easy for me to overlook the orphan care epidemic as something that ‘other people’ are working on. And because the Bible talks a lot about taking care of the fatherless and the orphan, I’ve always considered their work admirable… and potentially worthy of support.

That is until I spent some time with a group of orphans in Haiti.

Haiti has always had an overwhelming number of orphans, but the earthquake on January 12th, 2010 opened the floodgates of children left parentless.

Of course I felt bad for the kids, but it was the soft heart of my seven-year old son that made me realize that I needed to do something more.

In the weeks after the earthquake, my son would come downstairs in tears hours after going to bed. We asked what was wrong, and he told his mother and I that he wanted to pray. And when we asked what he wanted to pray for, his tear-filled response was…

I want to pray for all of the little boys and girls who don’t have a mommy and daddy anymore and have to sleep outside tonight because of the earthquake.

It didn’t take me long to realize that it was time for me to set my excuses aside. It was time for me to take action.

Why now?

Because I started seeing the heart of God manifesting itself through my very own child.

Since that time, our family has been dedicated to making a bigger difference. I went on a mission trip to Haiti in August, and stayed at a boys orphanage housing about 50 kids. Our team built some strong connections with those boys. Watching them cry when we left was one of the most difficult things that I’ve had to do… ever.

It was a difficult time because they rarely get the kind of love that we showered on them that week. Their caretakers took good care of them, at least as much as their means allowed (one meal every other day). But the few adults that provided for them is no replacement for the love of a parent.

A simple hug becomes a rare special event for these children.

This is a stark contrast to the life of my child (and so many others in the U.S.). When I got home, we would get (and give) more than our fair share of hugs. We’d get to cuddle on the couch while relaxing and watching TV together. We’d do all kinds of things that those kids back down in Haiti would probably never get from an adult in their life.

This made me think…

Isn’t that what we are spiritually without God? Aren’t we all orphans wandering this earth with little to no hope of ever experiencing True Love?

But as Christians we’re adopted into the greatest family of all… by the greatest Father we could imagine! And when we’re adopted into that family, we get to have more than our fair share of hugs from the Creator Who IS Love!

And that’s really why I believe that this whole issue of orphan care is so important for the church to get a hold of.

We’ve been given a new life, and it’s a life full of hope and a with a great future. We no longer have to suffer alone, but get to experience the great joy that comes with being in a family like ours.

The best part is that we have the ability to share this hope with others. Not only spiritually, but also physically and emotionally.

Promises

By Amber Haines

The following must-read post is from guest blogger, Lora Lynn at Vitafamiliae.

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Adoption is getting very real around here.  Our paperwork is filed and we await news of a court date any day.  It’s possible we could still travel by the end of this month.

It’s possible we won’t, but we have to be ready.

We got our yellow fever shots last Wednesday and I remember thinking that nothing tests one’s resolve and mettle to do something like staring physical pain in the face.  I winced as the needle pierced my skin and mentally whispered, Hang on, Baby, Mama’s coming…

Everything feels like a promise lately.  I’ve been collecting a few little gifts to send to our daughter with some friends who travel soon.  We keep hoping that we’ll get to meet up with them in Uganda, but the reality is, my friend Sheryl will hold my baby before I do.  She’ll love on her and whisper to her Mama’s coming…

I bought Baby Girl a blankie, just as I have for all of my children before we brought them home.  I held it in my hands for a few days, felt the silk edges, and pictured her carrying it with her.  Hang on, Princess, Mommy’s coming…

I cried over photos and video sent by another friend.  Armed with a new picture and a new understanding of the mass of hair I will need to contend with, I tripped happily through the mall, on the hunt for a dress and some hair bows.  I beamed proudly when I handed the cashier my credit card and giggled like a maniac over the brightly colored, ridiculously bedazzled ribbons I found for my girl’s hair.  Hang on, honey, Mommy’s coming…

I stared at a display of a whole new sort of hair care and pondered the words on each bottle.  ”For relaxed or natural curls.  Intense conditioner.  Reduces frizz.”  Hang on, sweetheart, I’m coming… and I’m bringing Products.

Every list we make, every suitcase we dig out of the attic, every frozen meal we put aside for our other children to eat while we’re gone, it’s a promise, a whisper of resolve:  Hang on, Lovey, Mommy and Daddy are coming for you.

Our resolve and our preparation do not necessarily ensure that the court date will land where I want it to on the calendar.  I cannot will us through security faster, cannot fly the plane myself (although I’d like to try), I cannot make the judge issue his ruling any sooner.

But I’m leaning on the One who is the only reason we ever keep any promise.  I’m trusting that He who has proven Himself faithful over and over again will prove once more that He is the Father to the Fatherless. Only He who invented Orphan Care can truly rescue the orphan.  We’re just the humble vessels He uses to accomplish His work.

So we make our plans, and we keep our promise, and we talk about how we can do Orphan Care better and more effectively.  But the orphan crisis is the result of our sinful, fallen world.  Our best efforts will be little but a band-aid to soothe the wounds and meet a fraction of the needs in front of us.

We cannot fix the real orphan crisis on our own.  More money, more families, all of the resources in the world focused on this single task cannot remove the stain of sin from our hearts.  It cannot “place the lonely in families.”*  But He can. And if you listen closely, you can hear Him whisper: Hang on, Children, I’m coming…

*Psalm 68:6