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Ayi For A Day Kit {50 for 50 in 5 weeks}

9.1.15

They are oft overlooked much like the children they care for. They live in a place where what you do and how much you make is everything which means they have very little. Watching over and meeting the needs of children with no known roots is hardly considered a career; it’s a job. Some of the ayis do their best to do that job well despite the meager pay they’re given. They braid little girls’ hair, make funny faces to make babies giggle, pursue the child who looks different. Others simply do their duty. All of them are in the hard and obviously broken corners of our world, and they cannot help but be impacted by it.

They go by the name Ayi or, in some places, are all called Mama in painful irony of the purpose of what they do. Their purpose is to ready children for new mamas, to care for children well enough so that they can leave to be cared for by another, living in a seemingly endless cycle of nurture and departure. Surely, most ayis are glad to see a child leave as it means he has a future and will become something he could never become where he is now. We’ve seen ayis clap their hands and laugh aloud at the news that one of their children has a family coming for her. But, we can only imagine that their hearts bear scars as well from all the goodbyes. Those scars run deeper still for those who were once little girls there themselves but never got to say goodbye.

We intercede for vulnerable children, but we often overlook these vulnerable women. His hearts breaks for them as well, as should ours. It is impossible for us to truly know what their days are like, but that doesn’t mean we can’t try to enter in. This effort launched today is to move us towards that and give us an opportunity to crack that door open and enter into the experience of a woman whose heart is not unlike our own.

Ayi For a Day.

ayi for a day kit 4The Sparrow Fund team has thoughtfully and carefully assembled 50 kits, each one slightly different in shades and tastes, to engage and unite 50 women in interceding for the ayis in China we serve at an orphanage in Shaanxi as well the innumerable ayis all over China. The kits include various items to use over the course of one dedicated day—shoe covers, sleeve covers, tea, chopsticks, Chinese snacks, Chinese money, and more—with specific prayer prompts to lead you in prayer as you do. But, the experience isn’t over at the end of one day. Enclosed in each kit will be a postage-paid envelope you will use to return the sleeve covers to me in time to be hand carried to China on October 7th. The sleeve covers you will wear and pray over on your Ayi Day will become an ayi gift and placed on the hands of an another woman on the other side of the globe.

ayi for a day kit 3We need 50 women who desire to join their hearts and prayers for the sake of 50 other women in China.

50 kits for 50 women for a donation of $50 in 5 weeks. That’s our goal. The money raised will be put into The Sparrow Fund’s orphan care and ayi care fund. And, the prayers raised will change the world.

Click on the “Donate” button below linked up to The Sparrow Fund’s fundraising account to become one of the 50. Please note #ayiday or “Ayi For A Day” in the notes field when you donate. I’ll personally mail your kit to you next week with clear instructions on how to use it to engage your family and your own heart.




Only 50 kits are available, so don’t wait. And, just to encourage you a little more, the first 10 women who join the effort will find a little extra gift in their kit just for fun. 

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

the big brother {news}

8.25.15

A lot of people read about L C.G. right here. A handful of folks emailed me asking for more information. Some wanted to help. Some really were considering if they could bring him home. But, there was one thread of messages among the others that stood out, one that I kept coming back to you because she kept coming back to it as well.

I didn’t know her before that thread started. We have a mutual friend. The friend shared my post on Facebook, and her husband actually happened to see it and click on it with no intention of anything beyond reading a story. But, reading the story became entering in. And, he shared it with his wife who also entered in and found herself thinking about him long after she walked away from the screen. Reading the story led to late night conversations as a couple and lots and lots of prayer. Then, somehow, the thread that was full of questions took a turn.

The joy in my heart is making me want to burst and the effort to restrain my heart from just taking off is enormous! I want to follow the right steps. I just got a message from my husband. “I’m amused at the Lord.” “Sweet, sweet, boy”.

She had already been feeling that tug of yes. And, her husband sensed that tug too…even before she did.

I can’t tell you much more than that, friends. But, this I can say: Somewhere in China right now on someone’s desk in some office is a file folder with paperwork about and old pictures of this sweet, sweet boy stamped in red ink with the word MATCHED…however that is said in Chinese.

LCG waving

I can’t wait to see him in October and tell him that he’s got a family that’s way more than “ordinary” who is already working very hard to bring him home as fast as they possibly can.

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

the big brother {advocating}

8.14.15

We were getting into the van to leave the orphanage for the day when the director gently touched my arm and said something to our translator.

He wants to know if he can show you one more child to find a family for.

He brought me to a tall boy who was waiting for me on the front steps, fiddling with his fingers obviously nervous but also impressively willing to look me right in the eye. He continued to stand before me, nodding his head occasionally as the director spoke about him to me with the translator next to us relaying every word.

He goes to a school nearby and is very smart. He’s very social. He likes computers and running.

I saw an opportunity and jumped in.

Running? Wow. Are you fast?

Bigger smile and a head nod as he answers.

He says he’s good and wins races.

I offered him a high 5, and he accepted. The director went on.

The only thing wrong with him is that he looks weird. His brain is all normal.

I was stunned.

His eyes looked away from me as I blinked more than I should have in nervousness.

I wrote down notes in the green binder I carried with me everywhere.

school. smart. very social. computer. running….only his eyes.

That’s his reality. He’s known as the boy who looks weird. But, by some supernatural gift of grace, he’s still able to smile with his crooked teeth and unusual features and look me right in the eye.

On the last day our team was at the orphanage, the staff allowed us to take all the children who were able outside for free play. We blew bubbles and used sidewalk chalk and bounced balls and raced plasma cars. We were nearly finished when I saw L. C.G. in his school uniform running to join us. He looked right at me as he had done before with a big smile but then walked right past me. I saw his head turning, clearly looking for someone. I thought he might be looking for an ayi, maybe looking for the other boys his age whose disabilities keep them from going out to school as he gets to do. Suddenly, he stopped turning as he found what he was looking for.

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L. C.G. scooped up a child, a little one who clearly knew him as evidenced by how tightly he wrapped his poofy little arms around his neck. There in the courtyard of a place known for broken relationships, I witnessed brokenness being redeemed.

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Before all else, the boy who “looks weird” was searching for this little boy. He hugged him and spoke to him as I stood marveling at how he knew he could offer this child something no one else in that place could.

After a few minutes, he put him down and brought him to an ayi and then ran off to join his buddies racing around the yard on bikes way too small for their growing bodies but not unlike my own sons would do at home.

I added more notes to my binder that night.

Gentle. Compassionate. Would make a great big brother. Look for his file. This boy needs a family.

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His file has been found. 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 or the adoption process or about an agency to help you. And, click HERE to read the letter he wrote only days ago for me to share with all of you.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: Advocating, China, Orphans, The Sparrow Fund

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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older boys from china

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

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