My sinuses have been swollen and I have had a difficult time teaching the last few days, all because I have spent a great deal of time over at this blog reading and crying about a little girl named Katie. You would have to have a heart of stone not to cry at her story, but it is even more a testimony to God's grace.
Katie has Down syndrome, which in this country means you have a 10% chance of being born after diagnosis, but once you are born you get the best health care and education there is, and can easily blend into society. But Katie was not born here; she has lived her entire life in an unnamed Eastern European country, in the upper floor of a remote orphanage, in a crib. She is 9 1/2 years old. She weighs less than 11 pounds. Yes, 11 pounds, 9 years old. But now, she has a family. They have just completed the final steps in her adoption and are ready to bring her home, starting tomorrow. Already there is hope in her eyes and a tiny bit more flesh on her bones.
Go. Read the story. Be moved. Pray for Katie's journey home with her new family, her medical treatment once she arrives, and her long-term growth and adjustment. Pray for the other neglected and malnourished children still waiting for families, and for the necessary improvements in the institutions that are caring for them. And if you are in a position to consider adoption, or donate to those who are adopting, consider Reece's Rainbow, where you can read the stories of other precious children up for adoption.