This morning I've been given the opportunity to share a little about our visit to the orphanage in Kiev where the children with HIV or and other medical needs live. It was truly an answer to prayer to have this open door, and another answer to prayer to be able to take photographs. There is so much to tell you about our trip, but today, I'd love to have you come on over to the Project HOPEFUL blog with me!
"A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling. God sets the lonely in families." Psalm 68:5-6
Over a year ago, I did something dangerous. I don't recommend you try this at home, unless you're ready for what will happen afterward. Over and over, throughout the winter of last year, I prayed that God would stretch me, take me out of my comfort zone and bring me to rely on Him alone. And He has. And He is.
"He must become greater; I must become less." John 3:10
In so many ways, God is stripping away what is me, what is comfortable. I can look a short ways behind me now, and I see how very much I have always relied on myself. If I couldn't see the end of the road, I would typically not step foot on it. But in God's answering my prayer for more unleashing of faith and total reliance on Him, He is calling me and my husband to step out into new places and agree to do more than we could possibly do on our own. It's a beautiful, raw, unbridled faith-testing, this going into the unknown. Each step along the way, God is using His Word as "a lamp unto our feet and a light unto our path." And He is bringing precious travellers alongside us.
My eyes are opening daily to more and more need. It is everywhere, in this broken world we call home for now. The love of Christ for the orphan has taken root in my heart, and over the course of a few years of learning about what the Word of God says about orphans and what my responsibility is to them, I am digging deeper and deeper into the dark places of our world, asking the Holy Spirit to really let me see. At one time, I lived in my own world, enjoying my own "stuff" and giving my tithes and doing nice things as long as it didn't cost me my own comforts. I can't see what Jesus sacrificed for me, and see the hurting world around me, and continue to live for myself, though. It just isn't possible. Christ poured out His own blood for me, and I have never been worthy of what I cost him. How can I possibly see those needs around me and not consider them worthy of a cost to myself?
"But the king replied to Araunah, 'No, I insist on paying you for it. I will not sacrifice to the LORD my God burnt offerings that cost me nothing.'" 2 Samuel 24:24
God is revealing to my heart that there are many types of offering I can make to Him. My praise in the midst of trials. Money I set aside for something for me that I can instead use for someone else. Being afraid to fly over the ocean and getting on the plane anyway, to go where the Lord send us. The willingness to miss my babies for a week to shower a boy we consider family, and who misses his parents every single day of his life, with the love of a mom and dad.
What started as a heart for adoption, a heart for the orphan, is being grown into a heart more burdened by the brokenness in this world... into a heart that knows more about human trafficking and that many orphans wind up in sex slavery all across this planet and even in our nation, because they are easy victims of evil people in a hugely profitable industry... a heart that knows kids watch their parents die of AIDS, sometimes curled up beside them as they succumb to the horrible death AIDS inflicts on its victims, and then wind up heads of households at age 10... a heart that knows there are little babies and children living in this world with HIV who have no family and are considered nothing more than what, in our Lord's time, people considered the lepers - filthy, outcast, throw-away people, and that is not who they are or how God considers them... and I now know these kids can actually be adopted and with meds we have access to here, can live a normallifespan. I am now aware that as my kids splash their summer days away in swimming pools and lakes, there are whole communities dying slowly from lack of clean water. I know there are little children with empty bellies, and they all have names and faces and stories. And God doesn't desire my guilt at having health and having food on the table and clean water to splash in, because it is the Lord who blesses us with these things. But He is clear in His Word that I have a duty, and He has given me a desire to act.
"Defend the cause of the weak and fatherless; maintain the right of the poor and oppressed. Rescue the weak and needy; deliver them from the hand of the wicked." Psalm 82:3-4
"Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute. Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy." Proverbs 31:8-9
Recently, as I'm drawn more in love with the children in our world and in our own country who are orphans, God is not allowing me to be content living with blinders on. I can feel my heart seeking out more understanding, and I'm asking God to give me His eyes and His heart and His strength.
As we prepare to go on our first trip to Eastern Europe, we ask you would be praying for us. The Lord is so faithful to guide us in the direction of His will. It's a huge gift from the hand of God Himself to be able to look our Sasha in the face and tell him he is worth the travel and that he is loved by us and by the Lord. That moment, and all the moments we will spend in his company, are an honor which I am humbled to be able to receive. There is not a single person on this earth I would rather meet than our Sasha. Not one. (There's not an 11-year old girl on the planet who wants to meet Justin Bieber any more than we want to meet Sasha!) I cannot tell you how moved my heart is that God is giving us this opportunity. Wow... am I ever going to be crying tears of joy!
I'd like to also express my deep thanks for all those (some I know well and others I've never met) who have invested of their time, prayers, finances, energy, and words of encouragement to us. We are going on this mission and bringing you all along in our hearts. We could not do this were it not for your participation, and God is using every single thing you are investing to not only bless us but to make a real impact on the children and caregivers we will be with this month and on children we are working toward supporting in the future. Your gifts are going to have eternal impact, and I am honored to watch your hearts in action.
Please pray that we would be able to accomplish all the Lord intends for us to do. The trip has grown by His grace into one that is allowing us opportunity to work on behalf of orphans in a number of different ways. I'm seeing how small my faith has always been, in light of what I'm learning now about growing in my faith to the point that I press in hard toward the unknown and the too-big and the I-don't-know-how.
"Do not despise these small beginnings, for the LORD rejoices to see the work begin!" Zechariah 4:10
This is how it all starts for me. I'm watching this clip, shared by a friend on Facebook, and I am ashamed at what I do not know. Every misconception that exists about HIV, I am guilty of assuming true. And it's humbling, this heart for the orphan that has missed out entirely on such a large group of orphans to love, simply out of ignorance. But this family hits my heart at its center, and the truth that requires bravery and releases hope is powerful.
Over a course of months, I read lots about Project HOPEFUL, and I often sit and wipe tears from my face as I scan the faces of children who need a mom and dad... children who need to know the Father who is their Defender and the One who hears their cry. The Father who has promised to them, "'I know the plans I have for you,' says the LORD, 'plans for good and not for evil, to give you hope and a future.'" Jeremiah 29:11. I think of my Savior, his heart for "the least of these," and it's hard for me to sit in my house in America with my healthy children and my kitchen filled with food and the goodnight stories read in the rocking chair and not wonder, "who could this world possibly consider as less than the orphan living with HIV?" And there are so many we call "least."
The list of who we consider to be least grows. It includes these little ones living with HIV, who we don't stop to consider, because we are afraid and don't know the hope that exists. And it includes the foster children in our country whose hearts are wounded. It includes little babies in America born with skin too dark for some waiting parents to bring them home. It includes children who have nothing left on this earth but the brothers and sisters they have come to depend on for every sense of safety, but they are too many in number, so we break them up so it is easier on us. And it includes boys like my Sasha, young men with promise and humor and dreams, who age-out of care and yet still are at ages where care and support and structure is needed.
I am thankful for a Lord who shows us how to love "the least of these," and who reminds us that how we treat them is, in fact, how we are treating him. He says, "And whoever welcomes a little child in my name welcomes me." Matthew 18:5.
After learning a lot about Project HOPEFUL and having spent the past year and a half praying about where exactly the Lord would use me to serve in orphan care, I'm very excited to now be the Maine Associate for Project HOPEFUL. This week I'll be learning more in a training about the variety of ways I'll be able to serve families in our own state, and I have been blessed with a very unexpected and absolutely amazing opportunity to link our trip to Ukraine to the ministry of Project HOPEFUL!
Friday morning, I enjoy a long and wonderful phone call to Traci Heim, who is Project HOPEFUL's Ukraine contact and the FIG Director (Family In the Gap Program, which helps in a variety of ways to link families here with kids in other countries who need support and love and prayer and family). As we chase busy toddlers thoughout our homes (I automatically feel a friend-connection with anyone who understands that it's ok for me to give my 2-year old several popsicles in a row in order to manage a full phone call...), we have a two-hour conversation about Ukraine and the kids there who we love so much. This is a great news clip about her family:
Our mission in Ukraine has at its center a boy who is our son according to our hearts. You all know our Sasha. He is part of our family, and his photos are on our wall in our family gallery, all around my computer desk. Our kids consider him family, and I have grieved his absense from our home tremendously over the past year, although I know God's story is not finished. So we are thrilled to see him in only a few weeks!
As I talk to Traci, she shares a need she sees. She tells me that Project HOPEFUL seeks to help older children and sibling groups as well as children living with HIV. We both know that in Ukraine, orphans age-out of orphanages at 16, and most often they are left on their own. She has a vision that Project HOPEFUL can come alongside organizations who would care for these kids, offering support and linking families in the States with teens who need to know the love of family and of Christ and to be safe. I tell her about Sunshine, about Sasha having someone to go to his trade school parent nights and about his letters sharing that he is learning to manage his time and money, and I tell her that I am so thankful he is safe and loved and provided for as he transitions to aduldhoood.
We are now adding a new element to our trip, as we connect our mission with that of Project HOPEFUL. Specifically, we are exploring the "how's" of linking up support to kids in Ukraine who need to be safe and loved and guided through learning a trade and being ready to transition to adulthood safely and successfully. I watch as God is weaving together a relationship between our countries based on loving the orphan, and I see that even in what I thought was a closed door, God's faithfulness is opening a door of opportunity to serve Him alongside a team of people scattered across different countries but joined by His heart for "the least of these" and faith in the One who gives "hope and a future."
We've added a Donate button at the top right of our blog page, which will allow you to donate specifically to this mission in a tax deductible way through Project HOPEFUL, should you be led to do so.
{I'd like to say thank you to Project HOPEFUL for being used to share and expand the vision we have of orphan care in Ukraine! It's been a desire of my heart to see more kids have the blessings of family and safety that Sasha has received, and I'm honored to be part of a team of people seeking to come alongside those in orphan care ministry overseas.}
Look at this face. This sweet girl is Melodie. I wonder what is going on behind those big, brown eyes. I have photos of my little ones, pulled up to stand, proud in front of the camera while Mommy takes a picture to post on Facebook or email to proud grandparents. Melodie's photo here is taken in an orphanage. She doesn't have a mom or dad. Her photo is not being posted for grandparent. It's in a waiting children's list on Project HOPEFUL's website.
Melodie was born around Christmastime in 2009. I don't know how she spent that first Christmas. My baby was born right before Christmas the year before, and she spent the holiday in front of a tree overflowing with gifts she was too little to open, wearing a red dress with furry trim, surrounded by family who wanted to hold her non-stop, older siblings flinging gift wrap in the air in a flurry of excitement.
Melodie has spent two Christmases without a mom and dad so far. She's a toddler, living in Eastern Europe in an orphanage. She also has HIV. She really needs a mom and dad. She needs a home where she can have the medicine so available to us in the States. Medicines that have caused HIV to be considered a "chronic illness," not a death sentence. (I didn't even know this a few months ago. I'm ashamed by my ignorance.) Besides this medical diagnosis, she is a healthy little girl.
Would you please pray with me that Melodie would be found by the mom and dad the Lord knows by name even now? Will you pray that God will move hearts and move mountains and clear the way for this little one to find her family? Please pray with me that she will know the feeling of being a Daddy's girl, that she will one day wear matching aprons with her mommy and "help" in the kitchen, that she will pester an older sibling, or perhaps one day be an older sibling. Please lift up this little one in prayer with me today, that our God who is the Defender of the fatherless and who "sets the lonely in families," according to His Word, will show up and show off in mighty and beautiful ways in the life of little Melodie.
Please share this post, if you feel led to do so. If you have any questions about Melodie, or any of the children on the Waiting Kids list at Project HOPEFUL, please check out their website for contact information. This is a wonderful organization, committed to educating families about the truth of living with HIV and to helping children find HOPE and family. Many of the little ones on the website will be resigned to spending the rest of their lives in mental institutions if they are not adopted by a certain age. (Have you seen the documentaries Ann Curry did??? God forbid it...) Please pray. God has filled His Word with promises for the orphan, and He is true and faithful to His Word!
and for your friendship - your words have been an encouragement to me to make steps in the direction of the dreams God has given me.}
