Sometimes you have to look away. Sometimes it hurts too much to watch. Shows like “Idol Gives Back”, or spontaneous infomercials showing kids with bloated bellies and flies buzzing around their heads are too much for me. They are not empty souls with hallow eyes to me. They are orphans who used to hope, used to know their Moms and Dads. They are kids who color and sing. I’ve seen them, touched them and watch their hallow eyes fill with joy with a simple hug, toy or a treat. I can show those kids love like I do with my own kids.
Sometimes it hurts too much to know that their hurts are real, their boo-boo’s can’t be fixed, their Mom isn’t coming any time soon to help them. They live with lingering pain and fear, not like my kids. My kids don’t go an hour with a headache. They’ve not known real pain for more than a few hours at a time until we get them the help they need. They are bundled up with care, bandaged, and sent home to mend. The kids on T.V. aren’t. Their pain just lingers until they die from their sickness, disease, or wounds, or starve to death. Those kids know real fear. Their eyes have seen things my kids never will.
This summer we are going back to India to touch and love more kids. We are going there to write down their stories along with the stories of men and women who are their mothers and fathers so that others will know. Sometimes you have to look away. Sometimes you cant, and you have to do something about it. And that’s what we’re doing this summer.
We made a visit to a girls orphanage yesterday. There are only 5 girls living there to assure the best care for them possible. The baby you see Maddie holding on your left is named Rachel after Gene’s daughter Rachel that died on Christmas Eve. When Gene picked her up, she looked right into his eyes and smiled the biggest smile at him. She talked to him like they were old friends, and she’s only two months old.
The baby you see Whitney holding on your right is named Rhema. She was born 20 days before this photo drastically underweight and with a cleft palette. Her parents took one look at her and said “No way.” A common practice in the villages for such a baby is to just let it die. Thank God for his divine intervention in Rhema’s life. Rhema snuggled right up to Whitney. She was scared to hold such a teeny-fragile baby, and so was I!
Visiting these children was my favorite part of my day yesterday. It amazed me to see what the light and love of Jesus has done for these children. Love has brought them life. Amazing.
Remember this post…about all the scary Barbies laying around our house? Well, the girls were inspired to fix up those Barbies and send them with Miss Kathy (their fashion hero) to give to her pre-adoptive daughter Anya and the girls in her orphanage.
Kathy delivered the Barbies, along with a lot of gifts to the other children in the orphanage. The caregivers were so touched that American girls would give their toys to Russian girls, that they wanted to give something back.
Russian dolls, candy, and it looks like coins. is that cool or what? This is a really amazing lesson for my girls about the blessing of giving. This is something they did on their own. To see the looks on their faces when they saw the photo of Anya with THEIR Barbies was priceless. It is truly "more blessed to give than receive!"