Tuesday, December 23, 2014

My personal heros



I want to give a shout out to my personal heros. . . .

There is a little girl who wears a 2 lb medication pump every second she is awake, then sleeps next to it every night.
Who is so so brave.
Who knows just what to do when we go to the hospital.
Who works so hard to catch up in language and reading.
Who manages to get sheer joy out of about every second of her life.
Who makes friends anywhere she goes.


Then . . . there is another little girl who runs interference for her little sister.
Works to help her learn to read.
Helps her with all kinds of kid stuff.
Puts her own needs second way too much - and hurts for it.
Who also knows what to do when we go to the hospital.
Who reads to Mom and Sister when they are sick.
Who works so so hard to be a contributor and make things right.
Who prays all the time her little sister will get well.


And the Dad who watches over them every day.
Even when the shenanigans of two very busy little girls wear him down
Who works with his daughters every day to teach them
Who lets them know every day how special and wonderful they are.
Who prays for and with them every night.
Who has to put his own anxiety for the future aside to maintain the present.


I have a very brave bunch living in my house.

Saturday, December 6, 2014

When we lose a child

Sometimes it is easier not to look - or to look but not to really SEE.

Adoption, among other things, has been an exercise in SEEING.

Seeing the distress of helpless children in institutions.

Seeing families gain children they love so much through adoption

Seeing families grieve all their children have had to endure and lose simply because they were born in the wrong location.

 I have seen families grieve children lost to incurable diseases.

Opening my heart to adoption meant a door left open to see and feel for the sorrows of others.  Probably a good thing but not an easy one.

I just shared this lyric with a virtual acquaintance.  One of the heart babies they care died unexpectedly.

Weak and wounded sinner
Lost and left to die
O, raise your head for love is passing by
Come to Jesus
Come to Jesus
Come to Jesus and live

Now your burden's lifted
And carried far away
And precious blood has washed away the stain
So sing to Jesus
Sing to Jesus
Sing to Jesus and live

And like a new born baby
Don't be afraid to crawl
And remember when you walk sometimes we fall
So fall on Jesus
Fall on Jesus
Fall on Jesus and live

Sometimes the way is lonely
And steep and filled with pain
So if your sky is dark and pours the rain
Then cry to Jesus
Cry to Jesus
Cry to Jesus and live

Ohh, and when the love spills over
And music fills the night
And when you can't contain your joy inside
Then dance for Jesus
Dance for Jesus
Dance for Jesus and live

And with your final heartbeat
Kiss the world goodbye
Then go in peace, and laugh on glory's side
And fly to Jesus
Fly to Jesus
Fly to Jesus and live
Fly to Jesus
Fly to Jesus
Fly to Jesus and live


Read more: Chris Rice - Untitled Hymn (come To Jesus ) Lyrics | MetroLyrics