I feel so helpless.
They died on Friday, a day that I spent much of my time researching water purification techniqies after learning of the horrible epidemic of deadly disease at the orphanage. I got details and suggestions for solutions, then contacted companies to come up with a plan. I've always been a planner; I plan ways to fix problems. That's what I do.
Little did I know that on the other side of the world our sweet little baby boy and girl were dying of a disease so ridiculously preventable and treatable it hurts.
Knowing dysentery was a real killer, we guarded our hearts for a little while there...we had been warned the disease was going around when we accepted the referral. However, we found it to be extremely difficult and preposterous to guard our hearts to eliminate growing feelings for our own children. I hoped--made myself believe--the twins would be stronger because they had eachother, and the fact that they made it past the first round of deaths sent my hopes up, too. I grieved for those first little ones who died early on, and I hurt for those families. You can definitely love a child you've only seen in a picture, and I knew those families were hurting.
But after grieving, I thanked God for protecting our Littles and we began envisioning the future Lotz family. We listed possible names; cute names to go on perfect little adoption announcements displaying pictures of our amazing little miracles. I began picturing our house full of kids...eight little white, black and tan legs running up and down the hallway and jumping on beds. Eight little hands and 40 little fingers spilling food and drinks, and four perfect little round heads laying on my shoulder.
And while we dreamed, they were struggling for life. Oh, how I hope they knew they were loved. I hope they felt that love in their last few moments, because I would have given everything to be there with them, to hold them and rub their backs and stroke their hair. I would have laid their perfect little heads down in my shoulder and rocked them to sleep, then cuddled them all night.
But I wasn't there.
I was helpless. And, to me, that's the worst kind of hurt.
Why do I say all of this? Because you need to know. You need to know that across the world, in some remote African village you (we) never knew existed, children are dying because they don't have enough clean water. Brad and I never would have known about this orphanage, this village, this problem until our agency chose to get involved. Now we know about this problem. And now we can do something to help. Our agency is working on solutions, which they have laid out in detail here. Please get involved if this strikes a chord with you in any way.
We will grieve deeply for our children, and we will never forget them, but I expect that we will also rejoice grandly when the work we've been called to do in this situation is complete. We will accept another referral when we find a match. We do not want another child or children living in dangerous for one second longer than what is absolutely necessary.
I will make no effort to determine the reason for tragedies such as these. He gives and He takes away, but we trust Him..The road is long and so hard--already--but the journey is changing us for the better and will conitue to do so. We say yes to His calling. We will follow. Use our story for your glory.
This is the only picture we had, but it depicts the first instant we fell in love with these kids. They were perfectly precious, and we know Sad news: Omba and Shako passed away on Friday. We got the call last night. Apparently their extended family had dysentery, too. Please don't respond right now. I'm at school and keeping it together. Their Heavenly Father is wrapping them in His arms even as our own are aching to hold them.