Showing posts with label Jora. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jora. Show all posts

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Who is "B"

I have received numerous comments and questions about my previous post 21 months and still hurting.
Who is "B"? Is one of the questions.

Well, as much as we have been told from Jorja, B is a teenager that she knew from the orphanage.  It seems he did not treat the little kids nicely.)

The "Momma Bear" wants to take a trip half way around the world and go off on him for hurting my little girl!
But, when I really think about the pain that has been felt -
his pain is as real as Jorja's pain.
But, thankfully Jorja now has a family of her own and
is learning how to love.
 
I have had to explain to Jorja that he doesn't know better.
And rather then being mad at him
we have to pray for him.
An orphan himself, he has never knew the love of a family.
He has never learned that he doesn't need to treat others poorly
in order to make himself feel good.

The new worldwide orphan statistics have risen to 163 million.
More children living on the streets,
no toys to play with,
no one to hold them,
no one to dry their tears.
No one to teach them how to love.

What are we going to do about this?

Thursday, June 17, 2010

When we visited Jorja's orphanage,
we were allowed to go to Jorja's room,
and visit with her friends.

I was filled with emotions as 
we walked through the hallways.
Jorja and a few of her friends 
were running up the stairs and down
the hallway.

We followed Jorja in her room,
There were a few kids with Jorja,
and then there were more in their cribs.

Knowing that this orphanage is 85%
special needs kids,
I looked around to see if I could see their needs.

There were six children with unrepaired cleft lift.
I was trying to figure out how I could bring 
these kids home with me,
and to our surgeon.

Later at lunch,
Bryan asked the director how many kids
in his orphanage would be adopted,
his answer was that 
65% would not be adopted.
Oh, how we ached to bring
 these other 
beautiful children home with us. 


I had a hard time leaving the orphanage,
and leaving those children.
They just said "good-bye" to their friend,
How are these kids feeling?
What do they think about that night 
at bed time?
Will anyone hold them when they are sad
and miss their friend?

I wish Happy Endings for all of them!


Hope is Fading from Allan Rosenow on Vimeo.

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