Waiting.....

This week alone, I have gotten an emails about 4 stork drops and 4 mother's who are due to give birth this month but have no one ready to give their children a home. If no one is willing to take in these babies, they will be born and go straight in to foster care. And the one that did my heart in, is hearing about 1 week old twins born in Uganda. Just 2 lbs each, fighting for their lives. If they survive (and boy am I praying they do!) they have no mom or dad to go home to - they are orphans. Their mother died and they were thrown into the garbage dump.

My friend Christie, who will be facilitating the adoption of these twins wrote this on facebook:

"In the hospital he (George, her husband) met a little boy who watched his father get bitten by a snake and then watched his body decompose. Then he went with the officer to see 70 orphans who have no living parents OR relatives to care for them. They just need love, a family, and an education. He also met 3 children who were dropped off at the hospital for treatment and after they were well, the parents abandoned them because they couldn't afford the bill. This is what we deal with daily in our village. But because each of those 70 children had such a horrific story, it broke George into a million pieces. We're supposed to be strong. But we're in over our heads here. We can't afford to even help one. But He can. And He will. Not sure of our role yet but He does. And He'll show us"

It is stuff like this that frustrates and breaks me to know end. This is life, real life out in this world. It so easy to become blind and try to ignore because it hurts so bad to be aware. We have a 13 month old and a 4 month old. Society tells me I am NUTS to even think about bringing another child into my home. But how do I turn my back on the great need for children to have loving mommies and daddies? I just can't do it. Every child deserves what my boys have - love, security, safety, comfort, food, and more love!

But for now, we must wait. I hate waiting. I hate this feeling of inactivity and longing and brokenness. So I press forward with my days and am doing what I can while I wait on God to tell us we can jump in again. Until that day comes, I refuse to sit idle and not do what I can, even if sometimes it feels like so little.