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More about “Jasper”

6.29.16

From “Jasper’s” host mama…

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When he came, everything was new. Entirely and totally new. Coming into our home with 3 little kids and lots of associated kid stuff, he was overstimulated and into everything. New to hosting and adoption and all that means, we had trouble defining what was sensory related, what was simple curiosity, and what was testing boundaries. He was happy though and building trust very quickly. We’ve seen a good bit of connection to us now 2 weeks in. And, he clearly finds comfort and the discipline he needs and seems to desire even in both of us. He is now showing more of his sweet and surprisingly quiet true colors. He is still happy all the time, just so much more reflective and less immediate with his need to touch and get into things. As he holds my hand and looks to me when anxious with something new, he explodes with desire to be led. He wants to live and experience the world but with a guiding hand…just like every other child. He also wants to offer his own hand in service, helping in every way at every opportunity. Despite the language barrier, he clearly cares for our three children and is obviously concerned when they are scared or hurt. I watched our 4 year old Leah and “Jasper” play for hours on the beach together, in some imaginary world, as if they weren’t from opposite sides of the planet, as if they were not separated as an orphan and a daughter. They laughed and talked back and forth (I don’t know how) and held each other’s hands. They jumped over waves and pretended to be a warrior and princess fighting the “evils” of the world…not a difference between them stood in the way. He can do that with all of our children and ours with him. It’s overwhelming to stand back and watch. I so want both of them to know how they are both loved beyond their imagination and created in the image of their Creator. I can’t help but be reminded in a way that hits me like It is an amazing thing to watch and observe that all of God’s children are the same…all loved beyond their knowledge and created in His image.

I see the Creator in him as he shares the little he has, giving our children turns with special toys or offering his snacks. When we gather around the table for dinner at night, he now initiates holding hands and saying grace. He loves music and signs for everyone in the family to clap along so no one misses out on the simple joy of the music. His resilience amazes me. When he falls or gets hurt, gets sand in his eyes, gets knocked over, has a toy taken by another child, he does not get angry or cry. He gets upset but holds it together like a champ. I stood in awe as I saw him stroke our son Colin’s head gently when they pretended to be sleeping in a game of “family.”

Oh, how we want him to have that forever. I take very seriously our task to advocate and do all we can so that family is no longer a game for him but a reality. It’s what he needs to grow and thrive. I trust there’s a family out there who needs him too.

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June 25 Jasper with Ashlyn - 1

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We are currently hosting the boy MAA calls “Brett” for advocating purposes; our friends are hosting “Jasper.” If you feel the nudge that one of these boys may be your son and you would like to learn more about him, email me and/or the social worker at Madison who is working hard to find them families too. Note that Madison is offering $3,000 in grants towards each boy’s adoption with possibly more available!

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: Advocating, guest post

Dear Uncles and Aunties {guest post}{advocating}

8.10.15

I was going to start with a story, introduce you to CG by explaining how I first met him and what he was like. That’s the “normal” way to advocate for a waiting older child, if there is a “normal” way. But, I’m not going to do the normal way this time. I’ll still share how I met him and what he’s like, but I’ll save that for later. Tonight, I’m going to let him speak for himself because he did. He wrote this letter for you. 

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Allow me to share the translation with you since I’m pretty sure that most of you, like me, can’t get much out of that except that it looks fascinating and kind of beautiful.

Here’s what he wrote:

Dear Uncles and Aunties,

Greetings! My name is L. CG. I am 12 years old and in 6th grade. Family would be a lifelong shelter to me and become my sweetest memory. I want a warm family. I want my mom to be gentle and warm, like the foster mom I have now. She takes good care of me. She makes me meals and washes my clothes. I feel loved when I see her everyday when I come back after school. I want a dad who is loving and kind and will play with me. I want to enjoy life together as a family. I do not desire a wealthy family; I just want an ordinary one like others have. I just want parents’ care and company. Thank you for trying hard to find me a family. I want to go home soon.

Signed: L CG.

August 5, 2015

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He’s on the shared list right now which means any agency can show families his file. And, any family no matter where they are in their adoption process, can hold and lock his file to move forward to make him their son. Feel free to email me at kraudenbush@sparrow-fund.org if you have questions about him.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: Advocating, guest post, Orphans

The view from where I’m standing {guest post}

10.23.14

I’ve been wondering ever since I committed to The Sparrow Fund’s team why I’ve been called to go to China on this trip and serve at this orphanage halfway around the world. The call, the timing were clearly orchestrated by God in the craziness that only His hands can perform. Yet, my role on this trip has been foggy. I feel like I am in a waiting period. Like dusk, that time right before the sun is about to rise. It is still nighttime, the stars are slightly visible and most of nature and people are still asleep, but the moon is beginning to set and shades of purple fill the sky. Birds are starting to sing and slowly you can make out the shape of the landscape surrounding-all indicators of change happening. That is where I feel like I am. Dawn is on the rise and I will soon be able to see what God is doing in my life, but for now I am still waiting on Him, listening to the birds and seeing the beauty of dusk.

So what am I hearing, what am I seeing in China?

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The beauty in holding a little boy, 13 months old, who is not yet walking nor crawling nor even standing up as he should be doing and, therefore, often sits all day, watching a DVD on loop play, playing with a handful of the same toys on a mat only 12×15 feet in size, rarely leaving that space. And, yet, he laughs. He smiles big melt-your-heart smiles. He has dimples and only two little bottom teeth. He loves to be tickled. He has a silent chuckle of pure joy. He loves to be held. He baby talks. I find myself holding him many of the days and I consider where would he be if he was in a normal home setting with furniture to pull up on, space to be mobile, family to play with? Would he be walking? Eating cheerios out of snack cups and playing with matchbox cars? I find myself whispering to him to fight. To grow strong, to work hard and crawl. I want his chances for adoption to be better. I want him to know what it is like to have a Dad and Mom, siblings, pets. But I know that is not fair to ask him that, and he can’t really understand me and what an expectation to ask of a child? And then I realize in the unfairness of it all, I’d take him as he is. Isn’t that what God does for us? He takes us in our weakness because He sees our inner beauty. He fights for us to be in His family.

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That little boy is just one song. One shade in this dusk sky that surrounds me.

There are many more. I had 19 kids in my room at the orphanage alone and each is another story—a different shade, a beautiful shade in the sky.

It is my prayer that as the sun begins to rise in my life, it would on many other lives as well, and they would be moved by the Spirit to search for their role in this story and take steps in faith to mesh their story with the stories of these children.

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Kelly Dixon

Kelly has been married 13 years and has two children, Charlotte age 7 and Jasper who just turned 2. Passionate about serving and discipling teenage youth, she works part time as a middle and high school science teacher to home-schooled students in the greater Philadelphia region. In addition, she is involved in mentoring youth at her church as a youth group leader. Through a close friend, God brought her to join The Sparrow Fund team to Shaanxi, China where the world of serving and caring for the orphan became part of hers.

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Come brokenhearted {guest post}

10.19.14

Lord I find You in the morning
Lord I seek You everyday
Let my life be for Your glory
Woven in Your threads of grace
Oh how I need You

I’m going to be honest. Meeting orphans, looking them in the eye, knowing the truth, is hard. But, nothing else brings me as much joy and happiness as being in China and holding these China babies in my arms. My heart has never been so full, and I have never loved as much as I have before coming to China. These China babies do more for me than I do for them. My life has been changed by meeting them. I’m ruined for anything else. This trip came after I had already lived in China for 2 years working with orphans with special needs. I didn’t know why I was coming back at this time, except that I REALLY wanted to. Sometimes God calls us to things, or something happens in our lives, and we don’t know why. Sometimes we will never know EXACTLY why we were called, or why it happened, but I know that God can and does make everything beautiful. If we step out and give our lives completely to God, He will show himself faithful and bless us beyond what we could ever ask or imagine. Sometimes it’s hard, and we feel like we can’t go on, but God doesn’t ask us to do it on our own strength. When I feel like I’m done, like I can’t do anymore… I can’t fall in love with another kid, He gives me the grace, peace, and strength to keep going. All I do is cry out to him and He picks me back up.

This week I didn’t want to fall in love with one of the kids but kind of knew it would happen anyway. So…

…Let my life be for your glory…

print048On the second day at the orphanage, I was sitting on the floor holding one of the kids, when a boy sitting in a bumbo chair reached around and grabbed my hand. I had just sat down and, since his back was facing me, hadn’t made my way to him just yet. But, he noticed me sitting there and grabbed my hand. I moved a little closer so I could hold one boy and also hold H’s hand. Well, that was it. When his little hand grabbed mine, I was done for. Over the next few days, I tried to hold all of the kids equally, but I couldn’t help holding H the most. He gradually started making more eye contact with me and would lean his head against mine. Oh man…when that kid smiled or laughed or put his little hand in mind, my heart seriously melted.

I am still not sure why exactly God had me come here. But I came anyway and if only for those sweet moments with H, it was worth it. There were so many amazing moments this week, too many to write about here. I am so humbled that God let us be part of his work. I feel unworthy and ask, “who am I?” that for a week, God let me hold and love his children. If I can love one child this much after a week, how much more does God love them? How much more is He taking care of them and holding them in his arms? I might not be able to hold H again, but if I’ve learned anything from my time working in a foster home and visiting kids waiting for families, it’s that God has a plan, and holds onto them when we can’t. Our time there was temporary, but God never leaves them or forsakes them. My heart is breaking, but praise God that he heals the brokenhearted and puts the lonely in families.

As I end this post, and as we pack up and prepare to travel, I’m listening to Crowder’s “Come as you are.” One line in the song is a perfect way to end, and gives us hope in a broken and hurting world.

Come out of sadness
From wherever you’ve been
Come brokenhearted
Let rescue begin
Come find your mercy
Oh sinner come kneel

Earth has no sorrow
That heaven can’t heal.
Earth has no sorrow that
Heaven can’t heal.

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Chrissy Kelly

Chrissy Kelly

In the past 7 years, Chrissy has traveled to Brazil, Australia, and Papua New Guinea, but no other place grabbed her heart like China. She spent 2 1/2 years working at Shepherd’s Field Children’s Village, a foster home for special needs orphans, located outside of Beijing. While on staff there, she homeschooled for a family from the US, helped with visitors, and worked with the chinese staff handling donations and supplies. She went to China with the plan of only staying for one year, but immediately fell in love with the children and knew that she would stay longer. With the desire to continue advocating for waiting children and serving as He calls, Chrissy joined the Sparrow Fund’s team to serve at an orphanage in Shaanxi.

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Filed Under: guest post, Orphans, The Sparrow Fund

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