Follow our adoption journey to our daughter- Aerie; whom God brings from Ethiopia, Africa.
Now all glory to God, who is able, through his mighty power at work within us, to accomplish infinitely more than we might ask or think. Ephesians 3:20
"Sometimes I would like to ask God, why He allows poverty, famine, and injustice in the world when He could do something about it... but I'm afraid He might ask me the same question." Anonymous
She and her sister-Rittah moved in with the missionary because her Grandmother could not afford to feed them. I received this post from Christie(the missionary) today:
Sweet Rittah. We're fostering her and her sister, Viola. Viola's sponsor sent us some money to get them both clothes, as they came into our home with nothing but the outfit they had on and their school uniforms. They were malnourished but are quickly eating us out of house and home. Last night, as I sat on the other end of Skype Video, I watched as George hand Rittah a new shirt, size 10/12, but only because she's so tall for a 7 yr old. Wanna guess what size shorts she wears? 3T
In America we find it hard to believe that a 7 year old wears a size 10/12 shirt but is so thin she is in size 3 toddler shorts, but this is the reality for the kids in Bugaboo Village.
This Momma and Daddy are ready to see our daughters face.
Aerie's room is ready for her; her clothes are washed and folded neatly in her drawers, toys line her closet shelves, books are ready to be read, anxious relatives are excited to meet her, friends wait to play, and our arms ache to hold her. Donations are packed and ready for us to take to the Ethiopian Orphanages as well.
We are making a place for her just as Jesus has gone to prepare a place for us.
We have prepared a place for Aerie.
Our home is ready for whenever God chooses to bring her home to us.
Please raise us up in your prayers along with Aerie. We know God is sovereign and we trust HIS timing, even so we are keenly aware that the powers of evil want nothing more than for this precious child to remain an orphan.
we are calling on you to join us in raising this matter up to God in prayer.
Will you joining us in praying that God himself covers our girl with HIS love,
that HE holds her when she cries and protects her from the storm.
Please remember to pray for her biological family too as they make the hard decision to place her in the orphanage.
It was the hole in the ground that got me. It was as deep as it was wide. It was carved, bit by bit, into brick red earth by men wielding shovels and farming tools. The hole didn't have to be too big — just 4' x 4'. It was for a child.
His name was Ibrahim, and he was 3 years old. Ibrahim had come from Somalia with his family seeking shelter, food, water, and medicine. They had arrived days before at Dadaab in eastern Kenya — the world's largest refugee camp. Ibrahim died at a clinic just as Dadaab was registering its 400,000th refugee — most from Somalia — 70 percent of the new arrivals due to drought.
We met Ibrahim's aunt on the windy plains of the camp and she told us about Ibrahim. "He couldn't survive the journey," she said.
I have covered drought and hunger in Kenya for five years now. In October 2008, I lived with a family in Turkana, Kenya, today one of the worst-hit areas in the Horn of Africa. But even then it was bad. The land was barren. Livestock, worth their weight in gold to pastoralist families, had died. I ate what the family ate for five days — relief supplies that amounted to about a cup of food per day. I wanted to see what hunger felt like.
Ibrahim's aunt, Isnino, sits with her baby at Dadaab camp in Kenya. She says her food is finished and that she will have to beg from relatives. "I am worried about the future for myself and my family," she shares.
Workers prepare the grave for 3-year-old Ibrahim, who died from hunger. He is the third child they are burying today.
Not having enough food sapped me of strength and curiosity. I could do little more than sit in the family's hut all day, shielding my skin from the scorching sun. With my energy sapped, I saw hunger in a new way — as a killer of the things inside a person, the will that enables one to persevere.
I returned to Turkana last week, where World Vision is feeding malnourished children nutritious Plumpy'nut™ and providing food and water for their families. The situation is worse than before. I tried to make eye contact with some of the 500 mothers waiting for food in scant shade. But the light had gone out of their eyes. They had no interest in interacting. The drought had finally taken its toll on their steely spirits.
The Turkana mothers' apathy was distressing, but it was the hole in the ground at Dadaab refugee camp that did me in.
Traveling from the camp to a room where I slept in a bed instead of under a tent made of sticks, I thought about that hole and the child, Ibrahim, who would be tenderly placed inside. The brick-red dirt would be replaced. His grave would be topped with thorn bushes to keep the wild animals from desecrating his body. Ibrahim's child-sized mound of earth would join the fresh graves of two other children buried that day in the makeshift cemetery.
Rumbling over the rutted roads, staring out the window at dry land littered with cattle carcasses, I thought about that hole.
And how its size so perfectly matched the empty space inside me.
Kari Costanza, World Vision International's global editor, has touched countless hearts with stories from her trips to Africa. As this recent crisis accelerated, Kari, an award-winning journalist, went to the Horn of Africa once again to witness the suffering of children and parents and the hope that World Vision offers. You can help provide life-saving food and other essentials to starving children in the Horn of Africa.
Ethiopia, Somalia and Kenya are currently in the grips of the worst drought and famine in decades. Today, more than eleven million people are in need of food assistance, and unfortunately, the situation is only expected to get worse in the coming months.
As Ethiopian adoptive parents, we are desperate to reach out and help those in this region.
We have 2 daughters we sponsor. One is Viola who lives in Uganda with her grandmother as her parents are deceased. Viola is a beautiful girl who lives in Bugabo Village. I emailed Christie wondering how Viola is and here is what she said:
"Oh. My. Goodness. Angi. Sweet Viola. She is part of our choir. Just a couple of days ago, George noticed she was really weak during practice so he took her home. What he found when he got there was that her grandmother, who is the caretaker for all of several of her grandchildren, has been sick for some time and unable to work. All of the children were in poor condition with Viola and her little sister in worse condition than any of the others. He took them to the hospital to receive treatment and they have been staying in our home ever since. It's been a rough couple days and I wanted to ensure she was OK until I let you know. You can send the things to me, as we are deciding whether or not they will be moving into our home for a longer period of time other than what is required to get them stable. "
Please pray for sweet Viola's health as well as her families. Life is hard in Uganda but sweet people like Christie are bringing life to the lost through there work at Bugabo.
IF YOU WANT TO BE PART OF SOMETHING BIG THAT GOD IS DOING... YOU WANT TO BE A PART OF BUGABO!
If you would like to sponsor a child at Bugabo go to www.compassinmyheart.blogspot.com .
Love, Angi and Tim (if you want to see a picture of Viola, she is in my pictures on Facebook)