A warning before we begin: I am quite emotional. Tears throughout the day and now again.
A few weeks ago I learned about two brothers in Eastern Europe who have grown up in orphanages and so, SO long to be adopted.
Today I learned that in six months they will be too old to be adopted. Someone somewhere thinks that age sixteen is the limit.
Since I 'met' these boys and saw their pictures I cannot stop thinking about them. And praying for them.
I cannot forget them.
I feel compelled to do something. This is a serious, real need. These are real boys.
Two boys who have been without a family for years and years. I am so sad for them.
They want to be adopted. When the social worker comes to visit them, they rush to her and ask, "Do we have a family yet? Have we been adopted?"
What makes my face cringe and the tears flow and flow is the thought they have this life of having no family and they cannot do anything about it. It's not a result of anything they did. They were just born.
What can I do for them?
I want to go to them and hug them. I want to tell them that someone way far away who's never met them loves them and wants to care for them. I want to tell them I'm sorry they've had the life they've had.
I feel helpless. Which makes me cry again.
There are so many children without families who want one so desperately. Can you imagine not having anyone who loves you? Oh my goodness. It is the ginormous opposite of fair.
The words of an adult who grew up in the U.S. foster care system and aged-out, was never adopted...
Children must have adults advocate for them.
What can we do? Millions of orphans. What can we do?
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