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Encouraging My Sister {East African Orphan Summit}

8.10.12

Since I connected with Mary over a year ago, she has shared with me many times how being a part of blessing adoptive families through The Nest has been a joy to her.

The woman who birthed 9 children and mothers an additional 7 has said that.

She has worked to unite refugee women from feuding tribes. She has pursued training and support to do this. She has taught women in need skills to provide for their families. And, she has given sacrificially to women and children around her.

But, she has expressed to me how her heart longs to care for the fatherless and how so many don’t share that heart around her.

When I learned that there was an orphan summit in the city where Mary lives, I knew we had to make sure she got there. And, today, she did. Her older sons escorted their mother to the summit and even managed to take a few pictures to send me. The pictures are grainy, but the 1,000 words are in high definition.

Looks a bit different from stateside orphan summits. I have no idea how many people were there today. But, I know the one person I wanted to be there was there and she was there with her own sons and other kindred spirits.

She emailed me when she got home:

I came back so changed and filled with peace and joy during the meeting. I felt in me the testimony and blood of the I AM. God counts on us about the orphans. It is our duty to care for the orphans. My sister Kelly, God wants us to put our faith in motion through caring for the others. We are to be caretakers. He is the bread winner. He supplies all our needs through modelling what God did through Jesus Christ. How I wish you were there.

I can’t be there with her in Nairobi right now. And, I may never be. But, my heart is full knowing that she was there today and left encouraged, full of a heart longing to serve God right where she is.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: adoption, The Sparrow Fund

And, this is my normal

8.9.12

Things have been quiet for the last week. Here, that is.

If there’s any quiet at home, it usually means I need to take a look around.

Because when things are quiet, I find myself taking pictures of things like this.

Did she know I’ve been drawn to the color yellow lately myself? 
A few weeks left of summer. I’m currently in my very predictable state of oh-my-goodness-the-summer-is-nearly-over-and-we-didn’t-get-to-do-enough-together mode, which makes me a little crazy. 
So, while things have been quiet here, know that I’ve been swimming, going to museums, crafting, making homemade ice cream chipwiches (confession: cheating a bit with refrigerated cookie dough. Who has time to make cookies from scratch at the end of the summer?!?!), watching silly movies at our local theater, watching the Olympics and cheering nightly all while trying to keep the laundry from overflowing and editing during every free minute in between.
Yup, that’s pretty much life right now.

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Filed Under: Lydia

"How could we not…"

8.1.12

It is likely that in a few days, Lou Xiaoying will die. Her kidneys will give up, and she will die. Across the world, as people watch the Olympics on their televisions or go shopping for school supplies, her death will not be mourned, her name will remain foreign.

But, this woman will leave a legacy that brings me to my knees.

Living in poverty, rummaging trash to find anything she could sell or recycle in some way, she has changed the world.

The whole thing started when I found the first baby, a little girl back in 1972 when I was out collecting rubbish. She was just lying amongst the junk on the street, abandoned. She would have died had we not rescued her and taken her in. Watching her grow and become stronger gave us such happiness and I realized I had a real love of caring for children. I realized if we had strength enough to collect garbage how could we not recycle something as important as human lives.

Over the last 40 years, she has found and saved more than 30 children abandoned on the streets of Jinhua in Zhejiang province. Four of these children became her own–the youngest of whom is now only 7, found when she was 82 years old. No orphan name for this child; she named him Zhang Qilin, meaning rare and precious. All the others, she nursed to health and then found homes for them with other families to continue her sweet care.

More than 30 children rescued by God’s hand through the wrinkled and weathered hands of an old woman.

If I saw her on the street myself, if I smelled her, saw her tattered clothes, what would I do?

If she tried to ask me a question, would I avoid looking into her eyes and pick up my speed, assuming she was trying to take advantage of me?

Wealthy white American.

How could I?

Xiaoying, you are rare and precious. You have changed the world. Giving purpose and respect and mercy. Sacrificing what little you had for a greater mission. One by one, you have changed the world.

Read the full news article about Xiaoying here.

Special thanks to Kristen for sharing Xiaoying’s story with me. 

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: adoption, China

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