Define Necessity

This time of year always brings all up kinds of emotion within me. Having children in a 3rd world country has especially made me feel this like this picture illustrates. I usually have something to say about excess at this time of year, like when I found out that Mol was sick with Cholera on Dec.3rd last year. I guess this is the time when the contrast is most apparent. Sugarbear asked me the other day if Santa visits all the children in other countries who don't have enough. I said that sometimes Santa can't find them because they don't have houses. I didn't know what else to say. What is the truth? Why can't Santa find these people? We know where they are...

Wow! I am so touched by how many people have already gotten behind us in support of gathering donations for Haiti Children's Home! We feel so loved and welcomed by our community! Such wonderful people, so many want to help out :) Thank you everyone, can't wait to post the pics of us sharing your generosity when we get to Haiti! That will be a great day!

Yesterday we got notice that our boys info was being sent to Immigration! We hope now that it is only a few short weeks away until we get that long awaited phone call :) It is all bearing down so quickly all of the sudden. We heard about and watched MnM come into the orphanage via facebook in October 2009, when they were 3 weeks old. At that time there was no way of knowing if they would be ours, but somehow we still knew.

Baby boys - we are coming for you soon! I can hardly wait to meet you and discover who you are. I want to show you everything and watch you grow and learn. Your snowsuits are waiting so we can show you the snow, and how to sled, and drink hot chocolate. I wonder what your face will look like when you see what we light fires in our living room?! What will it feel like for you to breathe cold air? What will you think about all our white faces, our accent? Will you be scared? Will you love us?

As I look back at all these milestones we have missed, I am grateful for many things - that there has always been someone to care for you, through the good, bad and the scary. Through the earthquake, and cholera. For the pictures to document your life when we couldn't be there in person to do it ourselves; and for all the memories and milestones that we will create together. Your room is ready, your beds are empty, we are waiting for you boys! It's almost time to come home.

Anticipation!

Ok everyone, it's time to change the tone of this blog! As I sit and read back I realize how much I have displayed my concern and impatience. I dread coming back here because of all the negative emotions I have splattered all over this page. This process has obviously been a test of patience and a time of growth. It has not all been bad, in fact there have been many exciting and happy times in a process that is pumped full of anticipation. But I guess looking back I have used this blog like therapy in a way and I think the negativity kind of got the better of me there for awhile. But it is time for change. And our boys are almost home!

I am tempted to go back and remove a lot of the sad/hard content off of this page, yet I don't want to go and edit the journey we have taken to the boys. It is still a part of their history. I need to get on here more and write about how JOYFUL we are that they are about to join our family!!!

So much has happened this summer (we moved twice!) that I didn't even get a chance to get on here and celebrate that we passed court on August 17th!! Yahoo that was the date we officially became M and M's parents!

Now we are waiting in MOI for the Haitian government to go over the adoption and make sure everything is good, get their passports, then work on their Permanent Resident Visas. We entered MOI on Sept.14th, so we expect(hope!) to get the phone call to go and pick them up in Jan or Feb. I think it will be wonderful timing for our family to bring them home, and bunker down for a month. I see lots of sledding, snowmen, hot chocolate and cozy fires in our future :)

I keep looking around and visualizing them in our life, imagining another 2 sets of toddler feet running around, another 4 tiny hands getting into everything. I can't wait! I just love this stage in life soooo much, am so thankful that we will not miss out on this precious time! Looking at the world through the eyes of a toddler is so amazing! Everything is new and filled with wonder. They learn at an incredible speed so every day is something new that they have mastered. I just look forward to the day we get to meet so much. I am so eager to bring them into our lives!

Here is a picture of their room, ready and waiting!

Reality is a weighty thing

Just want to share this post from a family living in Haiti....for the pics as well, go to the following link:
http://www.rageagainsttheminivan.com/2010/10/do-orphans-need-saving.html

Reality is a Weighty Thing

Heather Hendricks

A friend recently said to me, "When your blog gets quiet, I start to worry."

It's true.

When nothing gets posted it always means things are such a mess that there's no way to capture all the words and emotions to make sense of them.

At this point I'm still not sure I'm able to sort through what I've seen and put it into words that mean something.

Remember the four week old baby whose mother died?
Remember how she was offered to us? We were asked if we wanted her?
Remember how I said we cried over her and then sent her back to the orphanage?

An orphanage we had never seen.

Part of coming to Haiti for us is facing the orphan crisis in this country and hopefully in this world. We'll also admit that we're big wienies who don't like to face this stuff alone, so we are making you face it with us.

The moment a woman at your gate hands you her baby and begs you to take her is the moment when there's no more pretending. We had spent most of our life trying to insulate ourselves from pain, honesty and suffering while living in the US. When someone hands you a four week old baby and says, "Do you want her?" all that padding and insulation suddenly falls apart. The surround sound airbags explode, and the substance you're left with is cold, hard, and uncomfortable.

There is nowhere to hide. There is no buffering this much tragedy.
Reality sits in your lap and it's heavy.
As painful as reality is, we are tired of lying to ourselves.
One reason we came to Haiti was to face the truth. See it with our eyes. Hold it in our hands. Quit denying sadness on this scale is real.

When you look at the amount of suffering in our world, count up the number of orphans rotting away in crummy orphanages, and consider how poor the majority of people are on this earth, as a whole, I think we can all admit...the response from American Christians and the American church is ridiculous and embarrassing.

We live in Haiti right now, trying to learn how to fight these things, but let's never ever forget that just one year ago we were living in the US in a fancy house in a fancy neighborhood living the American dream ignoring the poor, the oppressed, and the orphan.


I don't think any of us want to be heartless jerks. I think we love this world and our stuff too much, but I think many believers long to be free from such bondage. I think it's easy to ignore the orphan and the poor because we don't have to face it. Maybe we don't want to face it. It's ironic how global our world has become, and yet it's still incredibly easy to shield ourselves from what is going on around the world when it comes to orphans, the poor, and the oppressed.


If each of us had to hold that four week old baby in our arms...a true orphan...truly in distress...if we had to look her in the eyes and then reject her, I don't think many Christians would do that. I think all the excuses we have for not adopting, or not giving would suddenly seem insane.


Yes, God needs to soften our hearts toward the poor and the orphan. He needs to do a lot of work in our souls, teaching us what it looks like to live for the Kingdom of God. I think we can all agree on this.


But I believe we also must do whatever it takes to come face to face with truth...with reality and what that looks like for millions of people living in devastating poverty and the vast number of fatherless children who are living in terrible conditions.


Truth seekers. Are we seeking the truth? Yes, the truth can be found in thick, old, theology books. It can be found in the Bible. But truth is also found in a smelly, dirt-floor orphanage in a third world country. Finding truth in the Bible and in world-famous theology books is a lot easier to find, I think. I've been guilty of only seeking after the truth that is convenient to find. Truth that is fun to argue with all my smart friends over coffee.

The kind of truth I found this week is so troubling, I hardly want to talk about it. And yet, I believe we are to be people who rejoice in the truth...who look for it and deal with it, who expect goodness and grace to radiate and Jesus to be found and glorified even in the darkest of situations.

We sent that baby back to the orphanage a few weeks ago.

Honestly, it took me a couple weeks to recover from such a rough weekend. Two babies were offered to us within three days. It was tragic. Did anyone prepare us for this before coming to Haiti? No. Could anyone prepare us for something like this? No.
Did we feel ready to take these kids in and raise them as our own? No. For lots of reasons, no. Some good, right reasons. Some selfish and faithless reasons.

So we cried a lot and sent both babies away.

For the four week old baby whose mother died that we sent back to the orphanage...well, the only way I coped was to imagine her in a nice place. We were not ready to take in a baby here, but when I thought of her, I'd think of her in a cute little orphanage with loving nannies. Her needs were met in my imagination. She was loved. She was being well cared for in the imaginary world I had prepared for her.
I knew I wasn't going to be able to do this for long...lie to myself. We came to Haiti to stop lying to ourselves.

We knew we were going to have to face this...all the way face it.

We had to go out to the orphanage and see where she is living with our own eyes. We had to know what saying "No, we can't take you" meant to this child.

Saying "No" in Haiti is never neutral. In the States, saying "No" can be neutral at times. In the States if I said, "No" to a four week old baby whose mother died at birth, someone else would snatch that baby up and raise her. The chances of her being adopted by a loving, excited couple would be pretty high.

Saying "No" to a baby in Haiti means there is a huge possibility that you are dooming her to a life filled with sickness, attachment disorders, abuse, neglect and inescapable poverty.

I did not want to go to the orphanage where this baby is living. I did not want to see the truth. You can judge me if you want to and wonder why on earth we didn't say yes to this kid if we love adoption as much as we say we do. You could judge me, or you could admit that you don't live in Haiti. You have no idea how hard this is or how complex adoption is in this country. You could judge me, or you could be honest...unless you're holding a baby from a place like Haiti or Uganda or Ethiopia or Russia in your arms right now, you too are saying no. If you're pretending that kids aren't suffering every single day in orphanages, then we're in the same boat. My boat is just a little further from the US at the moment.

Somehow God gave us the strength to get in the car and drive towards the truth...to find this baby and see for ourselves where she was.

I needed to face it...all of it...every ounce of it. I held this baby in my own home and said, "I don't know how to do this right now." I also needed to go see where saying those things to that child landed her. Until I had faced every speck of this situation, I felt like I was still hiding. I was still in denial.

So we went.

I was nervous all the way out to the orphanage.

It was very far away in the middle of nowhere. A typical Haitian orphanage. This one is run by a Haitian couple who thankfully love the Lord and genuinely love the kids in their care. They are trying their very best. Sadly their best is still not enough. That's the story of Haiti. No matter how much this couples tries, with the limited resources they have, it will never be enough to adequately provide even the basics for these kids.
No running water. Very few toys. No swing set or slide. Nothing but dirt and kids.

We found the baby girl on the floor in a room by herself. She was covered in spit up. Her diaper weighed about as much as she did. She had her fingers in her mouth, trying to soothe herself as tears ran from her little eyes down her cheeks.
I'm going to tell you more of her story and what we've been up to this week to try and help her.

Thankfully an American couple here in Haiti is working hard to come alongside this Haitian couple, offering relief and support. We want to be clear that a lot of good things are starting to happen at this particular orphanage, but we want to be just as clear that there is a lot left to do.

But for now this story must pause. It must.

I believe we all need to sit with these images for awhile.

We found 43 kids in this rundown orphanage. 43 breathing statistics.




A couple of them may be adopted soon.

The vast majority of these kids have no one coming for them. No one writing a blog post about them. No one sending emotional, "I'm a wreck, pray for me" emails about them to their friends and family.

The truth is, there are many, many more orphanages in Haiti with countless kids sitting in them who are unloved and unwanted. The streets are filled with kids just like these with no one to care for them. They are Vulnerable. Hurting. Alone.

While many American churches are worrying about the lighting on their stage, or fussing over the displays in their foyer, children are suffering in orphanages, groaning...aching...for someone to come redeem their lives.

This is the truth.
These are the pictures of truth.
I pray seeing the truth will set us free.
Free from excuses.

When you look into a child's dirty face, hold them in your arms and realize "If I leave this kid here like this, no one else is coming. There is no plan B. If I punt this one, no one is gonna pick up the ball and run with it" everything changes. "I'm not called to adopt" or "I have every right to spend most of my money on myself" seems beyond stupid.

I pray that seeing the truth changes us. I pray it causes our excuses to look silly and lame.

The reality is there are kids just like this baby girl all over Haiti who either need to be adopted, or need to be cared for in Haiti better. This will either take opening up our homes, moving to Haiti, or rearranging our lives in order to fund better care for these kids.

I want us to hurt over the truth today, but I also hope we can get excited.
Ministry to the least of these...to orphans in distress...that's pure religion. There's never any fault in it. You never have to worry if asking God how you should help the orphan is the right thing. God says it's always right. It's without fault. Tricky? Yes. Hard? Absolutely. Should we face it, be honest, and let faces like this keep us awake at night asking God what He wants us to do to live out the gospel towards these kids? Without a doubt.

Once our eyes are opened, we can't pretend we don't know what to do. God who weighs our hearts and keeps our souls, knows that we know and holds us responsible to act... Proverbs 24:12

Can I just suggest that maybe God wants to use your life to write a bigger, more beautiful story than the one you're living right now? It might be a story filled with drastic life change, or suffering, or sacrifice, but it will be a lovely story of rescue, love, sanctification, redemption, and ultimately God's glory.

We all know those are the best stories, don't we? Those are the stories that will be told over and over and over in heaven.

The Path Not Taken

Just stumbled across this beautiful Robert Frost Poem on my friend's blog (http://schimke-adoption.blogspot.com/) and find it so inspiring. I hope that I will always be able to look back and believe in our road less travelled....

The Path Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Butterfly symbolism

I have been trying for the past few months to spring our government into action for our family but to no avail. My letter writing campaign and phone calls have had little to no effect and my cries for CIC to have a conversation with the Haitian Government over our adoption, and the state of adopters such as us who have been in process since prior to quake, have fallen on deaf ears. I receive the same canned responses over and over with no acknowledgement of my biggest question: "why not?" Overall, my biggest frustration is that there is currently a process in Canada now for the 203 Haitian adoptees who were evacuated to their Canadian families post quake last year. Perhaps in the devastated state that Haiti is in, the face of their International process could be changed.

All of this has bubbled to the surface again recently as I read reports that Haiti and the USA allowed 12 children who were not matched prior to the quake (ie children JUST LIKE our twins) to be matched and have their adoptions processed from within the United States....hmmmm....exactly what I have been asking our Canadian government to do for us and the boys. The difference is, they are doing this in the States because the USA screwed up and 'accidentally' removed these 12 children who had no waiting families in the confusion of the post quake evacuation of Haitian orphans. (http://www.foxnews.com/us/2010/12/01/adoption-allowed-kids-survived-haiti-quake/)

Regardless of the 'why', I see now a lost possibility....Haiti has agreed to allow these children to complete an adoption from START to FINISH from within the USA. And yet, Canada remains silent, opposed to conversing with the Haitian authorities as our children wait in their temporary shelter outside, an orphanage building condemned a year ago, as one of them suffered Cholera unnecessarily; but above all as they wait....PARENTLESS.

In the meantime, we realize the reality of this adoption and set our sights on an optimistic 2013 to bring them home (if at all...the first part of our adoption that is supposed to take 3 weeks has now taken over 4 months and counting....in addition we face the extraordinary uncertainty of a Presidential election and a cabinet change, which could change the face of Haitian adoption once again all together come Feb when the new officials take office). The necessity for us to accept this scenario and grow some super human patience under our feet becomes desperately apparent. I cannot live my life with the hope that SOMEBODY will do SOMETHING for these kids...it is simply not going to happen. I can't live the in the possibility that a miracle can happen anymore. No Prince from our Canadian government is going to ride up on a white horse attempt to bring these boys home early. The best we can do at the moment it send vitamins and medicine and vaccinations and hope that they remain healthy and stable and alive until the day they find our arms.

Even then, we need to remind ourselves of the acute possibility that they might never be ours. They live in a country literally shattered by an earthquake, on their knees economically, facing Hurricanes and flooding, an ancient and violent killer disease and now the acute possibility of civil war in the wake of an Presidential election ridden with riots and controversy. I say this bitterly, of course, but it is relieving to root myself in reality. I can't live in hope, it's too painful.

Also, I can't keep feeling sorry for myself and them like I have become so accustomed to in recent months. I am done crying over this. The reality is our boys are are loved. They are fed. They are warm. None of this in the sense of our overindulged North American culture of course, but they are okay. We have access to their pictures and videos by the grace of wonderful volunteer caregivers. We get to send books and pictures; love and medicine; clothes and care packages. It is not an ideal situation. It is going to be a long wait. But it is what it is and I think, finally, I am okay with that. I have no choice.




I have made a turn in my thinking and found some comfort in our fate. I released all of all that baggage. And beautifully, I got what I like to think was a little wink from God. On Dec.14th, in the dead of a Canadian winter, we found a butterfly on our window sill! Did I mention we live in Northern Alberta where the temp in the winter often hovers around a bone chilling -20 celcius? The girls named her "Pixie". We put out sugar water and bought some flowers for her. She hung around for about a week and a half. How lovely and exciting to have a 'pet' butterfly in the midst of miserable cold and desperation! A symbol of NEW LIFE! NEW BEGINNINGS! CHANGE! I can live with that.