“Trust God and milk the cow.” ~saying that hung on a kitchen wall of yore
I’ve only been through it eight times, despite my eleven children.
During every single labor, superseding the work and pain, I have had a constant, strong sense of dependency on the mercy of God.
I need His mercy on my laboring and giving birth.
I need His mercy on my mothering.
I need His mercy on my writing.
I need His mercy on my advocating.
I need His mercy on all the work I have to do.
Because I may labor, but only God gives life.
Less than three hours after I sent my first appeal (with photos of Katie) to Dr. L in Bulgaria, her reply~
“Thank you for your letter. I am happy about the Katerina, that she is in a so good hands. She has made remarkable progress. Of course I would like to do something for these children. Would you send me the address and telephone number. I tried but they are many similar homes in this region. I am looking forward to hear from you soon.”
I had already given her the correct full title of the orphanage, but didn’t have the address and telephone number to give her. Here there followed several days’ worth of wires crossing, dead ends, miscommunications, trying unsuccessfully to make connections between people, and feeling more and more like my hands were tied.
Yesterday morning, from a woman who works in the hospital’s marketing department~
“I am extremely happy that Katie’s condition is improving and that she receives now the love and care every child deserves.
Here, at [the Bulgarian hospital], we are extremely concerned with the health condition Katie was admitted and alarmed by the possibility that other children could be in her state. As Ass. Prof. L has already written to you, both Ass. Prof L, herself and our hospital are committed to do all that we can in order to improve the medical care the children need. We would like to contact the orphanage without any delay and that is the reason why I would like to kindly ask you to let me know which institution Katie was adopted from.”
I still hadn’t been able to obtain the information the hospital was asking for! Then my Bulgarian friend found some addresses and telephone numbers for me to pass along.
This morning, the answer~
“Ass. Prof. L has already contacted the…Institutions and hopefully, very soon, a medical team from [our hospital] will visit the institution.”
And one from Dr. L~
As soon as I have some news I will inform you. Hope that we will find the appropriate way to help.
With my very best wishes!
Thank you, friends, for laboring in prayer!
Thank You, O LORD, for your mercy!