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a little reminder

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

It's so incredibly easy to get caught up in the chase - the hunt for paperwork, notaries and apostilles; tracking down birth certificates, marriage licenses and proof of home ownership. Thankfully, God always finds a way to bring me back.
Sometimes its a picture or a comment someone makes. Today, God used Courtney to give me one of those nudges.


Warning: You're going to need a kleenex!



8 salty messages:

Shelly May 22, 2007 at 8:25 PM  

You weren't kidding about needing a kleenex! OY. Thank you so much for posting this. (And thanks for posting the link to your blog! It has been fun poking around over here!

~Shelly

Missy May 22, 2007 at 8:26 PM  

I have seen this video before, but it makes me sob everytime I see it. I can't believe my kids are there. It makes me work hard to make as much money as I can so I can go get them and bring them home. Thanks for the reminder!!!!

Kelley G May 23, 2007 at 9:11 AM  

I hope you don't mind that I "stole" this video for my blog. It is awesome!
Congrats on your journey through Ukraine.

Christina May 23, 2007 at 12:26 PM  

wow, that is an incredible video. And such a good reminder that orphans are not always babies. What beautiful, beautiful children.

Rachael May 23, 2007 at 9:14 PM  

You're right, I did need a Kleenex. This is the exact reason we chose to adopt a seven-year old, after already having had 3 children of our own. We didn't need to have another baby, but we wanted another child. It broke my heart the children we left behind. The day we picked Katya up, and she was so happy, there was one little girl who just clung to her and cried. Our translator told us a story about how the kids recognized that he worked for an adoption agency. One little boy came up to him and tugged on his leg and said "Mister, please, will you find me parents, ANY parents?". Just completely heartbreaking.

jessy May 23, 2007 at 9:14 PM  

Thank you for posting.
AND
Why did you post that?

Really, it has been on my mind all day. Bawled like a baby. Showed it to the master, we bawled together. I do o.k., until they get to the part about how many of the girls end up in prostitution and all I can think of is my beautiful daughter. Then it is all over for me.

And to think my adoption agency doesn't think our home would be a good place for one of these children. They must think we are the lowest scum of the universe. Here they would be loved. They would be safe. They would be a U.S. citizen. They could have an education. But if I think to long, I will get angry, and that doesn't help anyone.

What was the name of that facilitator again?

Steffie B. May 23, 2007 at 9:15 PM  

I've seenthis video...it brings me to tears everytime!

Calico Sky May 24, 2007 at 10:30 AM  

sooo important, thank you for posting. I will link it to my blog this weekend.
My James 1:27 says to 'care for orphans and widows in their distress'

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