Wednesday, May 23, 2012
This post will be short, but not very sweet. A dear child's photo has haunted me for months. She is almost 9 and lives in a mental institution, just because she has Down syndrome. Her "before institution" picture shows an adorable, somewhat chubby cheeked little darling. Her "after institution" picure shows an emaciated, drugged looking, sad, unaware angel. Is she being mistreated? Most likely. By staff, by other "inmates", because that's what it is, a prison. No, prison wouldn't be this bad. She's most certainly severely neglected. Older, stronger children probably steal her food. No one cares about her. No one. Not one person. Well, that's not true either. God cares. And She has an army of warriors who love her, and who are refusing to let her continue to go unnoticed. The biggest problem here is that she's in a region that's only open to Canadians. But nothing is too big for God. I have complete faith and confidence that her forever family is going to find her, and soon. Won't you please share her desperate situation? I apologize I cannot pst her photos here, I'm on my iPad and am not that tech savvy! So please follow the link and look at the horrific "after" photo. Then tell me she doesn't deserve a family. http://reecesrainbow.org/32168/ksenia-k Please also see these wonderful posts about this angel as well! http://textgeorge.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/removing-faces-and-guessing-whose-next.html http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fcallmecrazycbus.blogspot.com%2F2012%2F05%2Fnot-too-late.html&h=4AQE_6GaHAQEhoaZp8UmfZzcX1ijVVIAyJFbLlbJYtqI3bg
Saturday, May 12, 2012
For Mothers Day I give all my dear special mommy friends this beautifully written piece by Erma Bombeck. It explains why so many of us do what we do, because God has allowed our eyes to be opened. My day will be dedicated entirely to my awesome kiddos! I hope you all have an amazing day! Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures and a couple by habit. This year nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children. Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children are chosen? Somehow I visualize God hovering over earth selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger. "Armstrong, Beth; son. Patron saint...give her Gerard. He's used to profanity." "Forrest, Marjorie; daughter. Patron saint, Cecelia." "Rutledge, Carrie; twins. Patron saint, Matthew." Finally He passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a handicapped child." The angel is curious. "Why this one God? She's so happy." "Exactly," smiles God, "Could I give a handicapped child to a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel." "But has she patience?" asks the angel. "I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she'll handle it." "I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has her own world. She has to make her live in her world and that's not going to be easy." "But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you." God smiles, "No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect - she has just enough selfishness." The angel gasps - "selfishness? is that a virtue?" God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a 'spoken word'". She will never consider a "step" ordinary. When her child says 'Momma' for the first time, she will be present at a miracle, and will know it!" "I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...ignorance, cruelty, prejudice....and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing My work as surely as if she is here by My side". "And what about her Patron saint?" asks the angel, his pen poised in mid-air. God smiles, "A mirror will suffice."