Have you ever had the courage to look at the children listed on the Reece’s Rainbow website?
Those faces you see in the pictures? They are not two-dimensional paper beings. They are real, living, breathing, flesh-and-blood people.
Reece’s Rainbow is not a catalog. The reason the children’s pictures are on that site is not because they need someone to coo over their pictures, or go browsing for the cutest one. Children’s pictures make it on to Reece’s Rainbow because they need life.
Just the fact that they are there is proof that God has intercepted Satan for their lives.
Now they are waiting for parents who will say “Yes,” to God, no matter what. They are waiting for life.
I am here, I am seeing the children, they are real people.
I held them in my own arms, kissed them, wept over them, tried the best I could to pour love into them, could hardly give them back up, and walk away.
There are seventeen little children with Down syndrome in this orphanage.
This morning I was allowed to hold five of them besides my own tiny one, and to have pictures taken with them. These pictures are already with their parents. They are children who are being adopted, and I wanted to give their mamas the priceless gift of seeing them held in loving arms, the gift that Sasha Bliss gave me months ago.
Three of them are little boys being adopted by one set of parents. All three unspeakably precious, all three in great need of coming home.
But oh! My heart will cry out to God day and night until He hears and answers on behalf of one of these little boys, by far the most frail of the three.
We think from Sasha Bliss’s photos that he is usually in the room with Katerina, up in the furthest corner of the building. But our attorney had to tell his parents that right now he is ill, and in the infirmary. When I was taken to see him, my heart groaned to see him laboring to breathe, eyes drooping, lying in something I cannot call a crib, made of a thin, hard plastic mat and metal bars, hard and comfortless. Yes, from the Soviet era. No fabric on it anywhere. I wept. I stayed as long as I could. How could I possibly lay this sick, malnourished, utterly helpless child back down in that cage alone and walk away??
Please, friends, intercede for him! And for our attorney as she looks into the possibilities for helping him. His parents are months and months away from bringing him home. But God loves to show His power, so we are asking Him to protect this child’s life with His mighty hand!
His cage was next to another one that I had to pass on my way back out. A child I recognized from Sasha Bliss’s photos, a child who is not with Down syndrome, as our attorney would say. His nose was running and caked and left uncleaned. I looked into his eyes, and reached out my hand to touch his as I passed by to follow our attorney’s brother into the corridor. He immediately gripped my hand so firmly that I was jerked backward. His eyes pled with me to stay, to pick him up. My eyes pled with him to understand that I could not! Oh the pain of having to say this to that child! Of course he will not understand! To him, I am just another person who doesn’t care enough to pick him up and love him!
There were two more children on our list.
Two little girls whose pictures hang on our refrigerator. Our family has prayed for families for both these children.
One is on a floor for healthy children. She came to me without hesitation and melted into me like butter! I met her in a newly-painted room with colorful therapy equipment. I cried into her hair, this child for whom we had prayed, and whispered to her that her mama and daddy love her very much and can hardly wait to bring her home. I rejoiced that I could give her mama her measurements, a report of her good condition and good disposition, and several pictures.
This sweet one will be a daughter in a family, instead of ending up in an adult mental institution. Thank You, Father!!
The other little girl exists a few feet away from Katerina’s bed, back in the farthest room on the very top floor of this massive building. She has been so damaged by long-term physical, emotional, and nutritional neglect, that if you saw her face, her form, and her behavior, and smelled her fetid odor, you would wonder whether she was human.
Please take your measuring tape.
Mark three inches.
Loop it around to make a circle.
That is the circumference of her upper arm. It is really true; I measured it myself, today, with the measuring tape from Laura’s sewing basket.
She is almost eleven years old.
She has been listed on Reece’s Rainbow for a long time. But she is not the sort of child most parents are looking for. There is nothing about this child to make her desirable to any but the most pure, loving, and compassionate heart. She is so damaged by being so sinned-against for so long, that one cannot see the real person that is inside her except with eyes of faith.
I want you to know that when I began to write this post, I was going to ask you to pray that God would send her a family who would love her back to life and personhood.
Then by mid-afternoon, I was going to write that there were now two families interested in adopting her.
Tonight, as I Skyped with Joe, I told him her story, sent him her pictures, and told him it would take a miracle for God to provide a family for her after they learned about her needs.
Minutes later, we received an email telling us that she now has a family committed to adopt her.
And friends…! My heart is singing…!
…there are now four more families interested in adopting an older child with Down syndrome in poor condition from this orphanage!
Please pray for seven more families, to show this director what kind of God He is! To show her that these children have value in His eyes!
Nothing, nothing stops God when He decides to act! Thank You, Father of the fatherless!!