Meet Frank. He’s 13 years old, and is curious, busy, fun happy and bright. He has a mental delay, but that doesn’t stop him from being friendly, engaging and kind. He’s also an orphan in Eastern Europe. This means he is in an institution. If he is not adopted by age 16, he will be thrown out on the street with nothing but the clothes on his back and his “disabled orphan” status. Let me tell you more about Frank.
He’s little, about the size of a 7 year old. And he’s smart. He is in a group with teenage boys ages 16-24. He does puzzles and he does his chores diligently. He is very kind to the younger children. Frank is friendly and engaging. He likes being with the boys, but is happy being alone too. He plays appropriately with toys and is “all boy”. He could very easily function in a family. Frank is curious, smart, fun and sweet. He likes to play in the dirt and jump on the trampoline. Frank is independent, a good eater, is happy and content. Frank is physically healthy. He walks, runs, feeds himself, speaks, does puzzles and interacts with others well. He's a sweet boy who seems rather unaffected by his surroundings. He has no future where he's at, and without help, he's never getting out. Institutions are a one way ticket to nowhere. And this little boy deserves a future. This little boy will be a blessing to any family.
The Baker family has committed to adopt Frank and another boy, Emmitt. But international adoption is pretty expensive. The adoption would cost about $30,000. Reece’s Rainbow is an organization that helps with this cost. They set up grants for children in 25 countries around the world, and any money that is donated to these funds is given to the families to help with adoption fees. With Reece's Rainbow's help, the Baker family only needs about $10,000 to bring home both boys!
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
This little boy definetly needs A LOT of prayer. And a family to save him QUICK! He is lucky to still be in the baby house, but THIS SPRING, SPRING 2011 HE WILL BE TRANSFERRED. If you're a new comer and don't know why its a big deal, let me explain it to you. Sorry for kids reading this, it may be a little scary. When Anthony is transferred, he will spend the rest of his life drugged and tied to his bed. He will be given just enough food to not die. Most transferred kids can never get out of their bed. Most transferred kids DIE within their first year. Now do you understand WHY we fight SO HARD for families for these kids? THIS IS THEIR FATE If they are not adopted. NO child deserves this. Save them. "God didn't put too many children in the world, some families just haven't stepped up to save theirs yet." Step up to save yours today! Take a look at this family. They have taken God's call to heart. No, I'm not saying you need to go adopt 20+ kids. Saving one would be enough. "Adopting one child won't change the world, but for that one child, the world WILL change". Think about it. Here is Anthony's page. Help him. Save him.
Anthony is actually on a different page too. He is also on the Have Grant, Will Travel page. Email Andrea Roberts (email@example.com)for more information about that.
He has $6466.19 toward his adoption. That's about 1/4 the cost he needs. That is a very large dent for an adopting family. Please, I BEG you, SAVE HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!! Email Andrea for more information.
We are lucky we have so many pictures of Lorena. We only have 1 of Sergey and one of Cheri, but we have 4 of Lorena. Maybe that will help her find a family. She definetly needs one. But her list of difficulties seems to make people stay away from her. Poor girl. She's 5 years old, but she's still very much a baby. She wil be locked away in a mental institution for the rest of her life, and there IS something you can do about it. YOu can donate to her adoption fund. Just go to HER PAGE and donate via Paypal or click on the page above labeled "How to donate". Thanks for helping save a life.
I'm sorry about the low quality of this picture. There is another coming of Sergey, but as of now, this is the only one we have received. An interesting thing about this picture though, I only just noticed it myself...
If you look at the top right hand corner of Sergey's picture, you should see a very blurred blue and yellow object. Well, we found out that that is Sullivan/ Samuel in the picture, see?
Well, now to tell you a little more about Sergey. As of now, he is 4 and a half years old. He struggles with many disabilities, which can be found HERE He is at significant risk of being transferred, and like Lorena and Anthony, lucky he hasn't been transferred to a horrible mental institution like THIS This is the future for him if he is not adopted. Most kids are sent on their 4Th birthday. Luckily the baby house has kept him. But his clock is ticking away. He only has $20 for his adoption. He still needs almost $20,000 more to be adopted. Sure, an adopting family could raise some of that money, but that's a lot, especially in this economy. So poor Sergey will waste away in a mental institution. He needs your help! Even if you can't donate, spread the word about him and Cheri, Lorena, Anthony, Katya, Caleb/Sebastian, and Sullivan/Samuel. Please.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
This is Cheri. She is three years old and struggles with Cerebral Palsy and epilepsy. As of now, this is the most recent picture we have of her. Here is her Reece's Rainbow page. As of today, she has NO money towards her adoption fund. This means that although she can still be adopted, her chances are very low because the adopting family will need to raise all the money. To help save her, go to the website and donate through Paypal or click on the page above titled "How to Donate". Thanks!
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
This song is a powerful Christmassy adoption song that is one of me and Tink's favorites! It is Cheri's, Anthony's, Lorena's and Sergey's wish that they would be adopted! The wish will be granted next Christmas for Sullivan (Samuel), Katya and Caleb, when a family comes and takes them home. they don't even know it yet.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Her families blog is bringinghomekatya11.blogspot.comTheir sponsorship page on Reece's Rainbow is HERE
His name on Reece's Rainbow is Sebastian, but his family will be naming him Caleb. They are actually adopting another little boy, Jackson, who is not from Orphanage 25. Here is Jackson:
The families blog is adoptingourfirst.blogspot.com
Their sponsorship page on Reece's Rainbow is HERE
And don't forget this little boy:
Mr. Samuel- Sullivan
His families blog- justamomofseven.blogspot.com
His sponsorship page HERE
Please be praying for these three families as they push forward in their adoption journeys to save 4 children. And pray for the 4 that are going to be left behind. Pray they will find their own forever families too!
Friday, December 10, 2010
This is an orphan boy, who got a new pair of knit socks.
No, this is not one of the kids at Orphanage 25. But look at his face. Look at that pure joy in his face, when he recieved a pair of socks: something that we in America take for granted. Think about how over joyed the kids would be if you sent something to them. Have a great Friday!
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Read on. This is ONE of the reasons why. There are HUNDREDS more.
We live a harried life. Running here, there and everywhere. We work, take our kids to this activity, then that activity, rush to meetings, juggle schedules and cook, clean and work side-jobs in our spare time. We rarely have time to do Nothing.
We love doing Nothing. A day where we have no appointments, no meetings and no places where our children have to be. An evening where we can stay at home, curl up as a family with a bowl of popcorn and watch a movie. An afternoon where we can take a walk or play in the yard. Nothing. Nothing so that we can do what we find pleasurable. Reading a book, building a puzzle, playing a game. Nothing has warm connotations, happy thoughts. Nothing is what we live for as a family.
For us, in America, Nothing means Everything.
For the Lost Boys and Girls across Eastern Europe, for the ones who have been transferred - Nothing means NOTHING.
This is what NOTHING looks like for many of the Lost Boys and Lost Girls in Eastern Europe. Those who are transferred to the institutes. Those who can walk. Those who are mobile. This is Nothing. This is what one family witnessed just a few months ago on their journey to their son. This is one institute out of many.
On warm days, 20 plus boys will be led to this shed. 20 plus boys will go inside this shed. A bench will be placed across the door so that they will not be allowed to leave. Then, those 20 plus boys will do nothing. They will sit inside that shed. They will sit. They will rock. They will cry out. They will moan. They will stare at the walls. They will hit each other. They will hit themselves. They will sit. They will sit. They will wait. After hours of sitting they will get to leave for another shed, to eat. They will be forced to eat quickly so that they can be led back to this shed. To do Nothing. In the afternoon they will be led to their rooms. They will be made to lay down on their beds. For hours they will lay on those beds. Some will sleep to escape. Others will lay and do Nothing. Staring at the walls, ceiling - staring at Nothing. When it is time to get up, they will go back to their shed. Again, to do Nothing.
On rainy days, or cold days, they will stay in their buildings. They will not leave those buildings. They will not venture downstairs or get to visit the other boys in the other buildings or even in the other part of their building. No. They will stay in their section. They will sit in the sitting room. It is as empty as the shed. Benches and carpets. They will sit. They will sit and they will do Nothing. They will rock. They will moan. They will hit each other. They will hit themselves. They will sit. They will wait. They will stare at the four walls. They will do Nothing.
Once in a while, on weekends, they will get to hear music. The bigger boys will get to do jobs. Some jobs that are heart-breaking. The best behaved boys will get to kick a deflated ball sometimes. Sometimes a stick can be found for drawing in the dirt. Sometimes they will even let a child or two play in the sand pile that is often used as a toilet. Sometimes. On really rare days, when visitors come, they may even get out a hidden toy or two. Rarely. Most of the time, they do Nothing.
Nothing for the Lost Boys and Girls in Eastern Europe means Nothing.
Two worlds. Our Nothing. Their Nothing. Can we just sit by and do Nothing?
Help us rescue the little ones who are still at the Baby Houses - donate to the Angel Tree. Give a gift that means EVERYTHING to the "Least of These." Every child rescued out of the Baby House is one less child who has to sit and do Nothing. Please." Save Them
This was a post from Julia at Reece's Rainbow's blog
Sadly, that is what happens to orphans in Eastern Europe. Some, don't even get to go outside. They lay in their beds all day, given just enough food to not die. That is the fate of these kids that Spud and I sponsor. Please help them. Anthony is due to be transfered in less than six months. And may very possibly be that he can't be adopted from that institution. Please help save these kids. Donate towards their adoptions and make a difference. Spread the news about their plight and try to find familes for them. If it were your child, would you want someone to save them? Those five kids in the sidebar, Cheri, Anthony, Lorena, Sullivan and Sergey, are lucky they haven't been transfered yet. A lot of children are transfered on their fourth birthday. Most children die within their first year there. Please, I beg you, please help save them! They need you!
A good Christmas present would be to donate in someone's name. It's like donating to World Vision. You'll get a reciet, and you can give it to them, and tell them you helped save a life in their name.
While we sit here, there are kids who's time is ticking. The countdown has started. Beat the clock and help save a life. Please! Help them!
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
I saw your picture today and heard about your plight. Your face is so beautiful and sad, and it tugs at my heart.
I hear you don't get enough to eat, and that there isn't always medicine if you get sick. You sleep in a room with many children, but you still feel alone.
You have never had anyone wish you a "Happy Birthday", give you a gift, or even sing you a lullaby goodnight. No one has ever told you about Jesus or that He loves you.
I wish we could adopt you, but....
It is such a long way to travel, it would cost so much money, and it involves so much paperwork.
Our home isn't very big, and we have already have children. Adding another child to our family would mean they would have to share toys, have bunk beds, and maybe give up dance class.
What if you have health issues or special needs that are not yet diagnosed?
You might have a hard time adjusting to a family after never knowing one, or have "issues" from years of neglect, malnutrition, mistreatment, or abuse.
I'm sorry, it is just too much of a risk and sacrifice for our comfortable life. Adoption doesn't really feel like our "calling". Maybe there is another family....
I saw your photo today. You are so adorable!
Your eyes are so deep and full of hope.
I love your little smile,
I know it must be hard some days to find
the strength to smile.
I have heard how little food you have,
but you are still willing to share
with your friends.
What a sweet little person you are!
But, I am writing this letter to tell you that I will
not be able to help you.
You see, my family is happy with the life we
I know that we could get bunk beds and you could
share a room with one of our bio kids,
that is no life for either of you.
We have so much going on around here and
life would just be too chaotic.
Our neighbors just got a new TV and game system,
we really think we need to have one too.
I have a 'ladies night out' next week and
I have nothing to wear.
I really need to purchase a new outfit.
I guess I could sponsor you...
it will have to wait til next month,
I really need that new outfit
and my kids are dying for some fast food tonight.
Good luck to you!
Friday, November 12, 2010
Their names are Lorena, Anthony, Sergey and Cheri. For more info, click on their tabs up top. They are 4 orphans from the orphanage Sullivan is at
Saturday, November 6, 2010
This is Samuel Boroughs. Most of you know him as Sullivan from Ukraine. Praise the LORD, he's getting ADOPTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
www.justamomofseven.blogspot.com is his new family. Praise the LORD, and pray that they will be able to get over there and save him quickly
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
You just gotta read this.
The Folded Napkin ...
A Truckers Story
If this doesn't light your fire ... Your wood is wet!
I try not to be biased, but I had my doubts about hiring Stevie. His placement counselor assured me that he would be a good, reliable busboy.
But I had never had a mentally handicapped employee and wasn't sure I wanted one. I wasn't sure how my customers would react to Stevie.
He was short, a little dumpy with the smooth facial features and thick-tongued speech of Downs Syndrome. I wasn't worried about most of my trucker customers because truckers don't generally care who buses tables as long as the meatloaf platter is good and the pies are homemade.
The four-wheeler drivers were the ones who concerned me; the mouthy college kids traveling to school; the yuppie snobs who secretly polish their silverware with their napkins for fear of catching some dreaded 'truck stop germ' the pairs of white-shirted business men on expense accounts who think every truck stop waitress wants to be flirted with. I knew those people would be uncomfortable around Stevie so I closely watched him for the first few weeks.
I shouldn't have worried. After the first week, Stevie had my staff wrapped around his stubby little finger, and within a month my truck regulars had adopted him as their official truck stop mascot.
After that, I really didn't care what the rest of the customers thought of him. He was like a 21-year-old kid in blue jeans and Nikes, eager to laugh and eager to please, but fierce in his attention to his duties. Every salt and pepper shaker was exactly in its place, not a bread crumb or coffee spill was visible when Stevie got done with the table. Our only problem was persuading him to wait to clean a table until after the customers were finished. He would hover in the background, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, scanning the dining room until a table was empty. Then he would scurry to the empty table and carefully bus dishes and glasses onto his cart and meticulously wipe the table up with a practiced flourish of his rag. If he thought a customer was watching, his brow would pucker with added concentration. He took pride in doing his job exactly right, and you had to love how hard he tried to please each and every person he met.
Over time, we learned that he lived with his mother, a WI Dow who was disabled after repeated surgeries for cancer. They lived on their Social Security benefits in public housing two miles from the truck stop. Their social worker, who stopped to check on him every so often, admitted they had fallen between the cracks.. Money was tight, and what I paid him was probably the difference between them being able to live together and Stevie being sent to a group home. That's why the restaurant was a gloomy place that morning last August, the first morning in three years that Stevie missed work.
He was at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester getting a new valve or something put in his heart. His social worker said that people with Downs Syndrome often have heart problems at an early age so this wasn't unexpected, and there was a good chance he would come through the surgery in good shape and be back at work in a few months.
A ripple of excitement ran through the staff later that morning when word came that he was out of surgery, in recovery, and doing fine.
Frannie, the head waitress, let out a war hoop and did a little dance in the aisle when she heard the good news.
Marvin Ringers, one of our regular trucker customers, stared at the sight of this 50-year-old grandmother of four doing a victory shimmy beside his table
Frannie blushed, smoothed her apron and shot Marvin a withering look.
He grinned. 'OK, Frannie, what was that all about?' he asked.
'We just got word that Stevie is out of surgery and going to be okay.'
'I was wondering where he was. I had a new joke to tell him. What was the surgery about?'
Frannie quickly told Marvin and the other two drivers sitting at his booth about Stevie's surgery, then sighed: ' Yeah, I'm glad he is going to be OK,' she said. 'But I don't know how he and his Mom are going to handle all the bills. >From what I hear, they're barely getting by as it is.' Marvin nodded thoughtfully, and Frannie hurried off to wait on the rest of her tables. Since I hadn't had time to round up a busboy to replace Stevie and really didn't want to replace him, the girls were busing their own tables that day until we decided what to do.
After the morning rush, Frannie walked into my office She had a couple of paper napkins in her hand and a funny look on her face.
'What's up?' I asked.
'I didn't get that table where Marvin and his friends were sitting cleared off after they left, and Pete and Tony were sitting there when I got back to clean it off,' she said.. 'This was folded and tucked under a coffee cup'
She handed the napkin to me, and three $20 bills fell onto my desk when I opened it. On the outside, in big, bold letters, was printed 'Something For Stevie.'
'Pete asked me what that was all about,' she said, 'so I told him about Stevie and his Mom and everything , and Pete looked at Tony and Tony looked at Pete, and they ended up giving me this.' She handed me another paper napkin that had 'Something For Stevie' scrawled on its outside. Two $50 bills were tucked within its folds. Frannie looked at me with wet, shiny eyes, shook her head and said simply: 'truckers.'
That was three months ago. Today is Thanksgiving, the first day Stevie is supposed to be back to work.
His placement worker said he's been counting the days until the doctor said he could work, and it didn't matter at all that it was a holiday. He called 10 times in the past week, making sure we knew he was coming, fearful that we had forgotten him or that his job was in jeopardy. I arranged to have his mother bring him to work. I then met them in the parking lot and invited them both to celebrate his day back.
Stevie was thinner and paler, but couldn't stop grinning as he pushed through the doors and headed for the back room where his apron and busing cart were waiting.
'Hold up there, Stevie, not so fast,' I said. I took him and his mother by their arms. 'Work can wait for a minute. To celebrate your coming back, breakfast for you and your mother is on me!' I led them toward a large corner booth at the rear of the room.
I could feel and hear the rest of the staff following behind as we marched through the dining room. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw booth after booth of grinning truckers empty and join the procession. We stopped in front of the big table. Its surface was covered with coffee cups, saucers and dinner plates, all sitting slightly crooked on dozens of folded paper n napkins. 'First thing you have to do, Stevie, is clean up this mess,' I said. I tried to sound stern.
Stevie looked at me, and then at his mother, then pulled out one of the napkins. It had 'Something for Stevie' printed on the outside. As he picked it up, two $10 bills fell onto the table.
Stevie stared at the money, then at all the napkins peeking from beneath the tableware, each with his name printed or scrawled on it. I turned to his mother. 'There's more than $10,000 in cash and checks on that table, all from truckers and trucking companies that heard about your problems 'Happy Thanksgiving.'
Well, it got real noisy about that time, with everybody hollering and shouting, and there were a few tears, as well.
But you know what's funny? While everybody else was busy shaking hands and hugging each other, Stevie, with a big smile on his face, was busy clearing all the cups and dishes from the table.
Best worker I ever hired.
Plant a seed and watch it grow.
At this point, you can bury this inspirational message or forward it fulfilling the need!
If you shed a tear, hug yourself, because you are a compassionate person.
Well... Don't just sit there! Send this story on! Keep it going, this is a good one.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
TITLE: Broken Shells
SCRIPTURE: Psalm 139:14-16; Exodus 4:10-11
THE STORY FOR TODAY:
Nick and his sister Laura were having a wonderful vacation at the seashore. They spent hours on the beach-swimming, building sand castles, hunting for shells, and making new friends.
"Want to come and find shells with Steve and me?" Nick asked his sister one day. "He knows where to find some big ones."
"Steve!" echoed Laura. "You're not going to play with him, are you? He talks funny. He sounds like a baby, and he can't walk good, either!"
"So what? That doesn't mean we can't play with him," replied Nick. "He's really nice-I like him."
"Well, if you're not careful, nobody else will want to play with you," Laura declared. "I'll find my own shells." She turned and went in the opposite direction.
When Laura returned home that afternoon, she found that Nick had gotten there first, and he had several very nice shells.
"Oh-h-h, Nick! Those are so big!" exclaimed Laura. "All I found are small ones. I like your shells a lot better than mine." She sighed as she added, "I wish I had gone with you."
"Even though Steve went with me?" asked Nick. Laura blushed and glanced at Mom.
"That's a fair question," said Mom. "I heard how you feel about Steve." She picked up one of Nick's shells and held it out to Laura.
"Look at this closely," she said.Laura took the shell and examined it. "It has a broken edge!" she said in surprise. She picked up another one.
"This one has a little crack, too." She sighed. "I thought they had to be perfect to be worth keeping, but even if they're not perfect, these are much nicer than mine."
"It seems to me you're treating people the same way you treated shells," said Mom. "Steve doesn't look perfect to you, so you threw him away-you refused to play with him."
Laura looked ashamed as Mom continued. "God made all of us-including Steve. We don't always understand why God does certain things, but He has a purpose for everyone and everything. We need to remember that each person is equally special to Him."
Nick nodded. "Think about it, Laura," he said. "You and I aren't perfect, either." Laura had to admit that Nick was right.
MEMORY VERSE: Who makes the mute, the deaf, the seeing, or the blind? Have not I, the Lord? Exodus 4:11
HOW ABOUT YOU? Do you know someone who has a special physical challenge? Perhaps someone who has trouble walking or talking or using his or her hands? Or maybe someone who can't speak clearly or doesn't see or hear well? Remember that no one is perfect-not even you. You don't have to understand God's reasons for making people as they are, but He expects you to accept them. Spend time with them, talk with them, and live in a way that shows them the love of Jesus.
THE KEY: Every person was created by God
I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvelous are Your works, And that my soul knows very well. My frame was not hidden from You, When I was made in secret, And skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed. And in Your book they all were written, The days fashioned for me, When as yet there were none of them.
Then Moses said to the LORD, “O my Lord, I am not eloquent, neither before nor since You have spoken to Your servant; but I am slow of speech and slow of tongue.” So the LORD said to him, “Who has made man’s mouth? Or who makes the mute, the deaf, the seeing, or the blind? Have not I, the LORD?
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
BOY, born October 21, 2005
SIGNIFICANT RISK, PLEASE ADOPT ME SOON!!
Sullivan is as handsome as they come! Blond hair and bright blue eyes make him so snuggable!
Sullivan was born with a very rare disorder called Arnold-Chiari Syndrome. He is not able to walk, but is very smart, although his speech is delayed. He is not able to walk at this time due to a hip deformation, resulting from his A/C syndrome. He does not speak too well, says separate words, definitely understands when he is talked to and wants attention. He uses his hands well, plays with toys, can concentrate, he is very sweet and always smiling. I know caretakers just love him and think he is better developed than the rest in his group.
From his medical records: He has syndrome of lower tetraparesis; defect of hip functioning as a result of cerebrospinal hernia of lower chest part; hydrocephaly (had surgery); syndrome of Arnold-Chiari. Mental delay; secondary myocardiopathy; delay of speech development. Sullivan will be sent to a mental institution, and will remain bedridden the rest of his short life. He has very little time left. Now is the perfect time to start your paperwork to save him! Please give Sullivan a chance to know a loving, supportive family!
I have $530 in my grant fund towards the cost of my adoption!"
He needs a family! And I need donations to his adoption www.reecesrainbow.com/angelboys.htm