In 2013, we had the blessing of going to Haiti for a week long
service trip with Mission of Hope. Well, it just so happened that the
orphanage was right above the girls living quarters, and you literally
had to walk right by the orphanage in order to get to the main campus. I
had left my own 6 month baby boy at home with loving grandparents, and
so my maternal instincts or hormones, or whatever you wanna call it,
would draw me into those children's lives daily. When I met a little boy
named Pierre, with cerebral palsy, and I saw his radiant smile, I was
undone. And so was my husband. When I left, I would always leave with a
certain level of sadness. Those mamas as we call them, would do the best
that they could caring for so many little lives, but it was clear they
were mostly trying to help them all survive, let alone thrive. There was
a distinct smell of urine in the air, and while most of the physical
needs were being met, many of the emotional needs for love and secure
attachment fell to the wayside. This left me with a pit in my stomach
and a longing to love the little ones that are left unloved. Before we
left Haiti, we both knew in our hearts, that it wasn't a question of
whether or not we would adopt, but when.
So, now, fast
forward three years, we have been in a whirlwind, but who isn't with
little kids. We have two sweet, and lively I think is the word, boys
(2&4), and a little girl on the way in March. We have committed our
lives to overseas ministry, and my husband is finishing up his family
nurse practitioner degree to give him a direct way to meet tangible
needs. And here we are, in the midst of the adoption process. Why now?
Well, because God has put it on our hearts that now is the time. And why
not? Life is only about to get crazier. Would you join us in this
adventure in your support and prayers? We are open to taking a child
that another family would pass up because of medical reasons. We believe
that when God said look after orphans and widows, we do not think he
was kidding or that it was theoretical. We believe that he meant it.
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