Monday, September 22, 2014

yesterday

Yesterday was September 21, the date we got our first phone call--our referral call--about twins, Omba and Shako, in DRC that we pursued in adoption.

You might think I'm crazy for remembering the date. Maybe it is a bit weird. But that phone call--along with the phone call a month later when we learned they had died--began a process that has profoundly rearranged my soul and my priorities.

Adoption has increasingly drawn my affections and opened--and often broken--my heart since we brought Brody home three years ago. Orphans have ALWAYS been on my heart, even as a little girl when I thought it would be "fun" to run an orphanage.

Honestly, I now realized how not fun that would probably be. To see children languish without families day after day...that's tiresome work. To be up before the dawn and to lay down long after dusk to serve people who cannot adequately say thank you...THAT is hard work.

(And now that I've read Orphan Justice, I believe I am convinced there's a better, possibly even more Christ-like--way to serve orphans than to place them in huge orphanages. But that's another post for another day.)

But orphan care, family preservation, clean water, education...these things continue to burden my heart. They are the things we take for granted all too often. In fact, a few months ago our agency volunteer described more needs in DRC--a badly rundown pastor's house that needs significant improvements and construction work before it tumbles to the ground and a new school complex for children in DRC, to name a few. (For a very small glimpse of earlier needs in DRC, go here.)

And although I want so badly to help, it's often difficult to figure out how. I have emailed a few different nonprofit organizations to help with the pastor's house and the school, but so far all I have hit are dead ends. (If you know anyone who can help, please email me at lotzfam@att.net.)

And what can I, personally, do to help these children? I am just me, with two kids at home, bills to pay and no medical skills or expertise. 

I'm not sure where all of this leaves me, but I believe with all my heart that something can be done to help people who hurt. I want to be involved in that something. Orphan care, clean water, families, education...these are all important, not only for Sweet C, the girl we want so badly to bring home, but also for the millions of people worldwide with hurts I will never fully understand.

So I will continue to write. To tell the stories. To make sure people know and cannot ignore the painful realities that are across the globe, but just outside our doors, too.