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Dear Mr. Coulthard

8.12.12

We can spend $5,000 on a pedigree pet or just go to the Humane Society with $50.. You can spend $50,000 or more bringing an orphan from overseas or pay a tenth of that from a US orphanage. Either way your helping an unwanted child. Personally I think charity starts at home.

Oh, Mr. Coulthard, so many things to say, where do I start?

  1. Adoption isn’t charity. Charity is giving money to a cause that pulls on your heart strings. Adoption is growing your family. A child needs a family; your family needs a child. In this thing we call adoption, those two needs are met. So, unless you are meaning to use the word charity in it’s New Testament context meaning agape love that both glorifies and reflects the very nature of God, adoption isn’t charity. 
  2. Every single child is precious. Every child of every race from every culture from every country, children born in the United States and children born across the world. Healthy children and children born with profound special needs. The amount of money a family spends in order to finalize an adoption is not an indicator of that child’s worth. Families who spend a lot of money in order to adopt a child internationally are not doing so because those children are somehow more valuable than children in their backyard. There’s a lot more to it than that. 
  3. You seem to be trying to make an argument that people should be adopting waiting children in the U. S. rather than adopting waiting children from other parts of the world. I assume when you refer to U.S. “orphanages,” you are referring to children in either group homes or foster care. In the U.S. right now, we have about 400,000 children who fit that description. Only between 20-25% of those children are actually available for adoption. The average age of those children available for adoption is 8 years old. Adopting a waiting child from the United States isn’t so easy–and doesn’t cost $5,000, for the record.
  4. We are talking about children. Children. Please do not ever, ever, ever try to compare my child or any child to a dog or any other animal for that matter. Each one of my children–the three I birthed and the 1 who was born to another I share the title “mother” with–are human beings made in the image of God Himself. They are not pets or trophies or marketing tools. 

Anytime you want to talk more about the adventure of adoption, let me know. I know a lot of mothers to children from all over and some people who were adopted themselves who would be glad to talk to you, I’m sure, about the truth of adoption.

Any takers?

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: adoption

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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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
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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