Today is a "good" day... but my heart is broken...

Today is a good day…but my heart is broken…

My van is fixed, and home.  John picked up our new couch and chairs.  I’m packed up and ready to go to my weekend scrapbooking retreat.

All great things right? For us, yes.

As I sit here, listening to my sweet little ones taking their naps my heart is broken for a little boy in Russia.  A little boy who has met his Momma & Papa.  A little boy just waiting for them to come back to bring him home where he will be loved and will have every opportunity to grow and become the young man that God has planned.  A little boy who has Down syndrome.  A little boy who will spend the rest of his life in an institution because of one person.  One person who doesn’t think that he is worthy of  a family. 

It is broken for a family… a Momma & a Papa who have loved their little boy for a long time, who traveled to meet him, if only for a few days, to love on him, and hold him, and promise him that they will come back for him.  They have worked tirelessly to get the required paperwork completed and sent, and the money for the fees, and agency, and travel… A family who have clothes, and toys, and probably even have a bed for the little boy that God promised them.  A family will still have an empty place at the table where he should be.  A family whose heart is broken. 

This morning while we slept, around the world a couple was standing before a judge begging for their son.  Pleading that the judge would allow them to bring their little one home where he belongs. Fearing what she would say.  They were there for five hours.  Five hours.  She said “No”.  She feels that the boy should be in an institution.  She feels that the family would be better without him. 

They didn’t even get a chance to say “good bye” to him.  They didn’t get a chance to explain to him or hold him or kiss his little head and tell them that they love him and will fight for him.   They had to leave without their son. 

There are other families who are set to go before this same judge.  Other children whose lives are depending on this judge.

Now is the time for prayers.  Now is the time to rally the troops and storm the gates of heaven for these children.  God is so much bigger than this one person.  He chose three very special families to break down the walls of that region, to make a way for other children to come home, and to live lives full of love. 

The Reece’s Rainbow community has seen several precious little ones go home to be with Jesus in the past few months, families mourn for them.  There have been families that have had to let the children that they committed to be relisted for reasons that might only be known to a few, they mourn for them.  There are families right now in the process of adopting who fear that they will not make it in time, or might not raise the money in time, or their children might be transferred before they can get to them, families who long to just bring home their children… the ones that God put in their hearts, the ones He promised them. 

God promises "...For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord,
"Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future..."
 (Jeremiah 29:11)

This is His promise to ALL of us, not just to those who think that they are worthy, or rich, or perfect.  It is for EVERYONE… everyone includes the children…

Tonight before I tuck my little ones in, or send my older ones to bed, I am going to make sure that they know how much I love them.  I might hug them a little tighter, or a little longer, and think for just a moment about how blessed I am to have each of them.  The thought of "what might have been" is never very far from my mind when I look at Timothy.  I can't imagine life without any of my four blessings... thank you Lord for allowing me to be their Momma.