Learning From The Least of These

Right after Esther arrived to Cusco, she wanted to find a way to be involved with the Josephine House and suggested starting a prayer group: to come once a week to pray over each child and the home.

It turned out to be just the two of us, and we would pick a few kids to pray over each week.  I liked how Esther suggested that we could learn from each one of these children, as she would ask God to reveal what He would to us through each one.

As I have pondered more on that, I have seen how I really can and do learn from each of these precious lives, sometimes gaining the most from the "least of them".

Fabiola has taught me to enjoy life even when life doesn't give what we think we deserve.  She might have Down's Syndrome, but at 6 hasn't known the difference, is usually the most energetic, life-filled child, with a laugh that is infectious and heart-warming.  (She moved to a children's home in Lima last year to live at sea-level where she would have a better life expectancy, and I miss her so!)

These two have taught me that to love includes: to be firm, to have consistent boundaries and consequences (whoo, this can be tough), to show grace ("unmerited favor") despite difficult behavioral issues, to make time for communication, to always praise and look for the good, to show individual affection, and to make time for meaningful moments of fun and quiet times, too.
(Angelina and Fabricio went home to their new Peruvian adoptive family in January, and I miss them, too.)

Guadalupe has demonstrated to me the pushing past of life's hardships, adapting to life's changes with a positive spirit, embracing the good in life with joy and enthusiasm, not allowing one's past to dictate one's future, and to pray in confidence to God for the desires of one's heart until He answers.
(The prayer of Guadalupe's heart was answered in April with the new family who's adopted her with an apparent great amount of love and affection to offer her, including an older sister- also previously adopted. Her enthusiasm for life and sweet smile will stay with me for a life-time.)

Brisayda was born with only a brain stem and no brain and with hydrocephalus. We were told she may live for a few months, or a few years, but the only thing we can do for her is give her a comfortable life. She cannot see, must depend on others for every ability to continue to live.  Rigamortis, lead-weight and her heavy head, make it very awkward to hold or carry her. Seemingly, this child has nothing to offer. You cannot entice a giggle or a baby's coo, or even gain the satisfying sentiment that cuddling a baby can produce. But, Brisayda teaches me to slow down, enjoy the moment of now, and that true love is giving with no expectation of receiving anything in return. (Brisayda is now 2 years old.  I think I should spend more time with her every week, giving me moments in which I can only hold her, no multi-tasking, and just love).

Photo Credit: Alissa A.

Through the other children in the Josephine House, my short-comings are at times revealed in areas of creativity, patience and consistency... different ones teach me at times to be more gentle or more firm, more exuberant or more quiet.

I like that I learn through these, to be more hopeful, more loving.

Do you let others teach you?  Not to highlight short-comings, but rather to inspire, encourage, entice us to be better, to love more, to grow to be more like Jesus?

Back in Cusco After An Unexpected Trip Home

I'm back in Cusco just a bit over two months after the phone call that shook everything upside down.  Mom was in the ICU.  The nurse advised to call in all family. Collapsed lung, pneumonia, cancer, H1N1, on the verge of cardiac arrest.  How did this happen!?  The last time I saw her in person in fall 2012 she was so healthy.  While her health was steadily declining through fall and into December, we still didn't think cancer. So, when she called only the week before this that it was lymphoma, it was a shock, but that week after an even greater one.

The race against time to get home: a "race" that meant waiting 24 hours to get on the first plane out of the country, three connecting flights and over 12 hours of flying time.

Times like these you realize just how very far apart these two homes are.

All I can say, is that Mom's been upheld by a whole multitude of prayer warriors, and her still being with us after that very scary near-death place is a God given miracle that we are so very thankful for.  She's continued to beat the odds getting stronger each day, being discharged to go home before any of us thought she would and able to stop almost all of the handful of medications she was discharged with only a month later.  The CT scan after the first chemo treatment showed no more cancer in the lungs, the lesions healing over, and all of the lymph nodes having shrunk considerably.  There's still a road ahead, with three more chemo treatments that will lead up to June, but All Praise to God as Mom continues to improve and be healed!

So i am back in Cusco, with obvious mixed feelings, and how does one pick up after all of that?

Last Sunday at Beach Corner Church, I gave my Peru update at the end of the service.  Pastor Bill also asked me to tie in my testimony with his theme of that Sunday.

Here is my presentation in text format for those who missed it, divided in two parts- with my testimony in Part 1 and Peru Update in Part 2.

Part 1 - MY TESTIMONY (CONDENSED)

My life before becoming a Christian involved a loving and stable childhood, going to church every Sabbath and believing in God, but with an emphasis on the laws of the Old Testament and thou shalt’s and thou shalt not’s.  This morning I will not fully describe my conversion experience.  But to cover it briefly, I can say that my own quiet rebellious streak and curiosity for the world’s ways and my clash with the hypocrisy I saw in the church and church people I grew up around led me to a series of bad choices starting in highschool and that continued into my early 20’s, mostly involving friends and boyfriends that were not Christians, parties and all the things that come with that.  In all of that time I had a constant yearning for inner peace.  I have always believed in God and a better way, but I got caught up in the world’s ways, wanting to fit in and be “cool”, and would end up in a cycle of wanting to get out of that unhealthy lifestyle but ending up right back in it.  The Enemy is like a prowling lion, and one of his first goals is to steal our peace.  Unfortunately, he uses interesting means to mask peace that may be different for everyone, but can include alcohol or drugs, a boyfriend who says he loves you, sex, being part of an in-crowd, or maybe self-help rituals like yoga.  Whatever it is that the enemy uses, those things ultimately draw us away from God putting the focus on self.  But, without that soul-nourishing relationship with our one and only Creator, we are left with a lack of peace deep inside.

I am so thankful to my parents and others who continually prayed for me over the years, encouraging me to go to church and to read my bible.  It is really neat how God worked in my parents’ lives and grew their understanding of the scriptures and relationship with Him over those years as well.  It’s so awesome to know now, how God has always had His hand on my life even before I accepted His redeeming Son to be Lord of my life.

This May will mark 9 years of my life as a follower of Jesus!  Just like when the enemy does what he can to detour our lives from Jesus, he also attempts to stifle the work of Christ in a new believer’s life.  For the first couple of years after accepting Jesus into my heart, my life changed considerably. I was overcome immediately with that sense of inner peace I had always longed for, I felt true joy maybe for the first time.  Others have since told me that everything about my countenance changed.  But, I did slowly start to lapse into making a few poor choices of old habits and lifestyle that left me feeling guilty and condemned.  I eventually realized that I had to cut off certain friends and start investing my time to friendships in Christ, and those friendships that have blossomed over the years have become such a joy and blessing and made such a difference in my life.

"Peace I leave with you, my peace I give you.  I do not give to you as the world gives.  Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid." John 14:27

Part 2 - PERU UPDATE, MARCH 2014

Now that I have shared a bit of my background with you, I would love to update you on what life in Peru has been like!

Following Jesus to Peru

The other day I was trying to figure out when my desire to work in an orphanage had started, was it before I accepted Christ, was it after?  My mom says it was definitely before.  All I know, is that for many years I had dreamt of having the opportunity to love on orphans.  After becoming a follower of Jesus, I really wanted to go on a mission trip, really any kind of mission trip that I thought I could contribute to would be awesome.  I met Pastor Bill at Trevor and Lauren’s wedding and he brought up the church Peru trip that was set for that fall.  Immediately I thought, hey maybe this could be my opportunity!  But, on the other hand there seemed to be so many hurdles.  What would I have to offer?  Could I get two weeks off?  How would I get the money for this trip?  But, it was evident very shortly, that this was going to work out.  Everything fell into place and the financial need especially was filled in so smoothly, that it was obviously God’s hand in leading me there. He also very smoothly filled in all of the details for my return trip to Peru, 8 months later, to work in an orphanage and to stay with a longer-term commitment.

I have struggled with thoughts like: I am not good enough, I have nothing to offer, I am not worthy to be a missionary, my past sins are too big, and worries about finances.  But, I have come to recognize those to be of the enemy.  The enemy is not only a peace-stealer; he is a deceiver and an accuser.  How wonderful to be in the hands of The One, The Great I AM, the Sovereign and All powerful God who says I can do anything with Christ in me, I am valued (much more than the sparrow), ALL of my sins are forgiven, I am redeemed and He goes before me, filling the need and with plans of Good and not of evil.  I have also come to realize what an amazing blessing it is that God matched me with Beach Corner Church.  This church has truly become the home-church, the place of unity and fellowship that I had sought for many years before.  Where others may see lack, Pastor Bill has always seen the potential, and I am beyond thankful for the backing of Beach Corner church and Pastor Bill in giving me the opportunity to see my dreams become reality.

Many months before I moved to Cuzco Peru in August 2011, I was struck by a few verses that continually turned around in my mind, that were an encouragement to me, and that made the move from my life of family and friends, the land of comfort and stability to a life unknown and different, easy and exciting.

 “Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal; ²⁰ but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. ²¹ For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.  Matthew 6:19-21

So when Jesus heard these things, He said to him, “You still lack one thing. Sell all that you have and distribute to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; and come, follow Me.”  Luke 18:22

Pure and undefiled religion before God and the Father is this: to visit orphans and widows in their trouble, and to keep oneself unspotted from the world.  James 1:27

JOYS

Pastor Bill has said before, that this kind of work is not measure-able. And, that’s true, I don’t have numbers and statistics.  But, today I would like to attempt to show you just a little of the joys of the Jesus-changes I have seen and been a part of in the past 2 ½ years.

JESUS CHANGES

When I was first investigating and deciding between the serving opportunities available, and after the  correspondence to the directors, I started checking out the websites, and it was baby Zoe’s photo on the Josephine House website that spoke to my heart, bringing tears to my eyes.  

Zoe days old

Zoe was born pre-mature and abandoned in a hospital before ending up in the Josephine House.  It took months to nurse her back to a healthy weight.  This is all before I got there, but It seemed ironic that although it was her bedraggled photo that led me to choose to work in the Josephine House, when I finally met little Zoe in person,  she was the child with the least interest in my attention.  However, over the past year or more, I have worked with Zoe more and more, helping her with physiotherapy exercises and individual attention and constructive time.  She now comes walking to me every day I walk through the door. She was born with a cleft palate lip, and has received two constructive surgeries, one of which had complications and she nearly lost her life to.  We still don’t know the full extent of her special needs, but seeing how far she’s come in the past couple of years: that she can even walk, is nothing short of amazing.

Zoe, now 3 1/2, walks!

One of the hardest stories of two of the JH children involves a young prostitute mother who abandoned her two children in her one-room dirt-floor home for hours on end, sometimes days.  Left to fend for themselves, these siblings survived in dark, cold and unsanitary conditions while the neighbours would slide food under the door to keep them alive. Finally the authorities stepped in and Fabricio, 2 and Angelina, 4 arrived to stay at the Josephine House.  Despite the inhumane conditions in which they had started life, they soon adjusted to their new healthy surroundings, and have always been quick to make friends with new volunteers and visitors, soaking up the love and attention as much as they can.

Angela & Fabricio

A few short weeks ago, we celebrated a new family for these siblings.  When Angela, now 8, found out about their adoptive parents a couple of weeks before, she was so excited.  She started packing her bags and would greet each of us each day at the door telling us that she now has a Mama and a Papa! Despite having a good solid home and loving caregivers, I have come to see how every child yearns for their own mom and dad. On more than a few levels, it was a bittersweet moment when I signed the kids over to their new parents.  But, oh what a blessing and answer to prayer!

Meanwhile, Guadalupe watched all of this unfolding.  The adoptive parents came to visit for three days in a row, before taking the kids home with them.  She would watch longingly from the window as they played outside together.  I took her by the hand and we went to the table to do some crafts together.  I assured her that she would one day also have a mom and a dad.  (I kicked myself for saying that, because I have talked to the staff before about not making promises that are out of our control to keep.)  But, we prayed together in that moment, entrusting God with the task of bringing parents to Guadalupe and to the other kids.

Guadalupe arrived a bit before Christmas in 2011. She was covered from head to toe in bruises.  Doctors guessed her to be around 4 or 5 years old, but there were no official identification documents for her.  Her government file told us that she was originally from the jungle region, that her parents had sold her to another family that abused her, using her like a servant. 

'Lupe now 6 in grade 1

Guadalupe, 4 yrs old

We had to shave her head after she arrived because of lice.  She was quiet and sad at the beginning, but at times her beautiful smile would shine through and she would throw back her head and laugh.  Over the past couple of years, Lupe has proved to be happy, loving, obedient and smart.  She loves doing crafts and loves going to Sunday School. She prays to God better than any child her age I know.  She has shown me how despite mistreatment and a difficult start to life, children are so resilient and full of life.

In the time I have been gone, two files arrived to the Josephine House, detailing information of the adoptive parents for Guadalupe and for Marleni.  Marleni  has since gone to live in her new home in Spain.  I am sad that I won’t see her again, but so happy for her. While Guadalupe was being prepped on the new family for her, the couple for some reason pulled out, and decided not to go through with the adoption.  Please pray for Guadalupe, for a good Christian family for her, and ultimately that she will come to know God as the Father of her life more and more.

Marleni went to her new home in Spain

From bedraggled and dirty, bruised and unkempt to fresh and clean and cared for, cuddled, valued and loved.  Being involved in the lives of the fatherless and the abandoned is as much a blessing for me as it is for these kids.

Baby Brighit

In the past year, especially the last 6 months, my focus has been more on the staff, as I took over managing the home for a few months while the directors were in the U.S.  There are about 6 full-time local caregivers, and a handful of other part-time staff involved in cooking, cleaning, laundry and part-time care.  My biggest focus has been to foster greater consistency in child-care, along with introducing some early childhood teaching.  I would like to see the Peruvian staff grow in their understanding of grace and how that can flow into child-care, discipline and their everyday interaction with each child. It has also become a goal of mine to foster a better relationship between the Josephine House and El Arca staff.

Working with the staff is not my passion, but I’m glad that I was able to help fill a need for that time, and God continues to teach me to rely on Him.

God’s directing me to the Hospital Project has challenged me to grow in sharing the gospel on a regular basis.  It has been such a cool opportunity to be a part of- bringing the light of Jesus to suffering and oppressed on the wards, children and adults, whether it’s just playing with the kids, reading or doing a skit or bringing joy in the form of song.  I am always so amazed at the freedom we have to share the gospel throughout the hospital, and it’s so encouraging to see the way the Quechua are so open to hearing more of the bible.

Azul Wasi boys home

Walter and I took Everett and Christina to Azul Wasi while they were visiting with us in January (We love seeing friends and familiar faces from home, by the way!). Azul Wasi is the boys’ home run by a Peruvian ex-police officer, named Alcides. We brought food on behalf of the church.  We were able to see the construction projects that have come along (they have nearly finished the building that was only just started back in the summer), and to hear more of their plans (to construct a new kitchen and dining hall).  All of the boys were outside with us, and we prayed together in a circle with them, hands joined.  We tried not to laugh out loud as a couple of the boys intermittently squeezed our hands during the prayer time.  Alcides read the letter Pastor Bill had written on behalf of Beach Corner, which encouraged them all a lot. Their greatest need is usually for food.  Right now there are also extra costs for school.  The new school year just started at the beginning of March.

 I have learned a lot living in another culture, and the learning continues.  Learned and learning to pray more in the moment- to pray with the kids and people I meet.  Learned and learning to adjust with grace to another culture’s values and traditions and form of communicating, though I may not understand or even agree with their ways all of the time.  To lean more on Him. To treasure the blessings of every day, to be thankful and not take anything for granted.  Learning patience and grace and to look for Jesus’ goal in every thing.

It’s all about LOVE, wherever we are, wherever we live, whatever we do.

Jesus’ Love.

...Changes...

One of the first things they teach each team before going on a mission trip is to be flexible.  Plans and expectations can change all of the time.  And that doesn't seem to change living permanently in Peru. 

When I first arrived in 2011, within a month the Josephine House was running at full capacity with three new babies a toddler and preschooler that arrived all within weeks of each other. Right now there have been big changes with the Josephine House and a lot of things up in the air.  A missionary from Ecuador arrived at the end of February to live in the Josephine House as a house parent, which will be a much needed positive change.  When I get back there will be 9 children in the house.  The Josephine House is not fully funded right now, but there is also talk of expanding because of a donor willing to contribute to the building. It’s hard to predict what the future will bring.

Cecelia, the new houseparent for JH

El Arca is now comprised of two homes- one in Cusco and one in Puerto Maldonado (the jungle region).  They have over 50 children in their care, and mostly all older school-aged.

Doing crafts at El Arca, January 2014

I’m not exactly sure how my schedule will change when I get back to Cusco, but I plan to fill in where the greatest needs are presented, as usual.

Right now Walter and I are discussing and thinking about changes for our future.  We have a lot of things to think about.  Our plans were originally to move to Canada early next year. Please pray for us for direction and the orchestration of changes to come.  ...and that we would continue to grow in and the sharing of Jesus’ great, unstoppable, all-encompassing love.

LOVE that changes lives.

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Don’t let the devil keep you from knowing Jesus.  Don’t let him steal your peace, or question your worth. Don’t let him tell you you’re not good enough. Do you have a dream? Pursue it!  Are there hurdles? Jump them with Jesus!  Use your talents to bring glory to God.

"...whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God!" 1 Corinthians 10:31b

Two Adoption Stories

My last blog post How My View of Adoption Has Changed was a little heavy, and I didn't want to leave it there or leave things on a discouraging note.

Before the month of December I decided I would read through Matthew, if not also Mark, Luke and John, as well as the "Mary" story by Francine Rivers. This season I have started thinking about a different side of the "Christmas" story- one I'd never though of before. An adoption story.

Maybe, like me, you have never given this much thought, but have you ever thought of how Jesus had an adoptive father?

God could have chosen a virgin not engaged-to-be-married as Jesus' mother. But, He didn't.  He wanted a complete family for his Son born into the world. And while I'm not a biblical scholar and there are likely other reasons that fit with those times and laws, He also wanted His Son to be raised by a Mother and a Father figure (a Mother and a Father). And, although God is Jesus' actual Father, He chose for Joseph to be the appointed earthly father. 

What a task, what a responsibility- for both Joseph and Mary!

Mary was chosen as a servant who had "found favor" with God. Joseph was chosen because he was obedient.
Like all things God-orchestrated, they were destined to be married one day, just as they were destined to be the earthly parents of God's Son.  To birth him, to raise him, to look after him and meet his most basic needs. What a charge Joseph was given, and all because God saw something in him that He didn't see in others. God didn't choose the smartest man in town, the wealthiest or the most religious from the synagogue. He chose Joseph, a humble carpenter, as one who would teach Jesus not only the basic living skills to take care of his family after he died, but also the humility and obedience of one who worshiped the Lord daily and with reverence. From the little we know of his character, the verses suggest that he was a compassionate man and had a heart for the good as God intended. I think there's something commendable in this adoption story of Joseph. Without hesitation or question, he took care of the son entailed to him.  Not of his own flesh, his own seed.  It was his first son, and should have been his right to have a son birthed by he and his wife as they started their life out together. But, ungrudging and with love, he fathered the earthly, yet heavenly child brought into his life.

There's so many things not written. So much room for our own speculation and questions, though we can catch glimpses into Joseph's care and love. I would love to know more about this adoption story. Did Jesus resemble his parents? When Jesus was born, did Joseph look at him like his own, or was he filled with awe at being the parent of this Savior-come-down? Did Joseph treat him the same as his other children?  Did they have deep conversations, or simply work side-by-side with a silent unspoken knowing? Did they go fishing together? Go on walks? Did they celebrate Jesus' birthday as a family every year?


Today there are millions of children around the world without a mother and a father. What devastation. Imagine that you were a child without parents. Without someone to cuddle you, to take care of you when you were sick, to put the Band-aid on the wound, the kiss on the forehead before bed, to teach you your ABC's...
There are so many children across the world living in both third-world, dirty and deprived situations but also parent-less and /or abandoned.

In the heart of every child is the desire to be loved, to be cherished and to be wanted.

This Christmas would you think of even one of these children?  Have you ever thought of adoption? Maybe adoption isn't for your family, but you could sponsor a child or contribute to the financial needs of an orphanage, or send clothing or food to an institution or home.

My title suggests two adoption stories.

The second is that of God's adoption of us.

3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in Christ with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places, 4 even as he chose us in him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and blameless before him. In love 5 he predestined us for adoption as sons through Jesus Christ, according to the purpose of his will, 6 to the praise of his glorious grace, with which he has blessed us in the Beloved. 7 In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of his grace, 8 which he lavished upon us, in all wisdom and insight 9 making known to us the mystery of his will, according to his purpose, which he set forth in Christ 10 as a plan for the fullness of time, to unite all things in him, things in heaven and things on earth.  -Ephesians 1:3-10

 For there is one God, and there is one mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus... -1 Timothy 2:5

 "For whoever does the will of God, he is my brother and sister and mother.” -Jesus

It's the adoption into God's family, an eternally lasting and living family, and there's an invite for all, and a choice to be made by each.



Here's a sweet and touching video of a family predestined to adopt these three siblings from west Africa and the moment of their at-last being joined together. Enjoy!

Inspiring Adoption Story, Rachel Ray

How My View of Adoption Has Changed

I have always thought of adoption as beautiful and really admire those who have.  I do sometimes wonder why more people don’t have that tugging on their heart.  If every healthy family adopted an abandoned or orphaned child; how many children could be alleviated world-wide from the heartaches and injustice of not having a Mom and a Dad?  I think it's common for potential adoptive parents to think of it as a privilege, as the opportunity to 'save' a child, like that of a ministry.  After moving to Peru, and having more experience in an orphanage, I started to see the challenges first-hand.

Adoptions are not easy.  They are a long process, cost a lot of money, and are filled with mounds of paperwork  (...although always worth the trouble, according to all our good friends who have been through the process).

From first appearances, it seems that the Peruvian system does not favor International adoptions, nor make it easy to adopt, and at times outright unjust towards international placement / adoption cases,  like only allowing special-needs children to be adopted out-of-country (I have heard this, but learned that it’s not always the case). Or, not allowing potential adoptive parents to visit an orphanage, get to know the kids, and choose a child they have already bonded with (also not always the case).  Cases are determined based on the will of the Judge, who can turn down an application for no apparent reason. 

However, one thing to keep in mind is that the majority of children in Peruvian orphanages are not orphans, but abandoned children, or those who have been removed by authorities from their biological families because of abuse or neglect, which can make cases of abandonment more complicated.

After some time here, I have learned that the apparent predominant unease over prospective non-Peruvian adoptions is because of the belief in an illegal organ harvest trade which I've been told took place in the 80’s and 90’s. Whether some of it is legend or an actual fact, not long ago a judge made a comment to that end in relation to one of the homes I am involved with.  It made me cringe.  They get uneasy when too many gringos are involved, trying to designate their children to the homes of other gringo families.  Honestly, I have a hard time believing that this concern of theirs is legit, but I am also aware that the big wide world out there isn't fit for naivety and closed-eyes.

So I started to do a little research.   And what I found was actually quite disturbing.

Child abductions have certainly taken place in Peru in the past , however I did find it really hard to come up with concrete evidence of illegal adoptions related to black market for organs, although this 1992 ChicagoTribune article clearly cites why the Peruvian government first started making International adoptions more of a challenge:, cases involving reports of improper treatment of the adopted child, illegal adoptions and issues of bribing judges to manipulate foreign adoptions.

Pound Pup Legacy, an organization so-called created to promote the safety and well being of children in care, documents cases of malpractice and corruption and offers support to the victims of the "dark side of child placement" and provide a few articles on their .org website in regards to child trafficking and illegal adoptions in Peru.  They dispel the legend of a black market for body parts, but do cite some of the biggest issues around adoption cases included in the following:

"The arrest of a U.S. citizen here on charges of trafficking in babies last week has sparked a heated debate over adoption ethics, procedures, and how best to protect the interests of the children within a system highly vulnerable to abuse. 

Most Peruvian adoptions appear to be carried out properly, but the local press has focused on several reported instances of what amounts to baby-selling. A few mothers have complained that their children were kidnapped or that they were duped into giving up their babies. Judges have been implicated in schemes to extort bribes in exchange for moving adoption paperwork along. 

More bizarre are the fantastic and wholly unsubstantiated rumors that periodically arise about Peruvian infants being taken to the United States or Europe to be killed as a source of body parts for transplants. That grisly idea assumed such currency last year [1992] that U.S. officials arranged a teleconference to try to dispel it.

Despite my lack of finding substantial evidence toward a black market in the harvesting of organs in Peru related to corrupt adoptions, it is a world-wide truth that does take place still today, and is usually fueled by poverty and false promises.

This CNN article entitled “International Adoptions: Saving Orphans or Child Trafficking?” is an informative article on corrupt  international adoption problems in places including Cambodia, Haiti and Vietnam. 

This led to my information about international adoption scandals, lists of which can actually be found detailed on Wikipedia (I don't know why, but found that surprising to find on Wikipedia). And then I randomly came across this Reuter’s investigation website which fully details investigated cases of “failed adoptions”, mostly a result of the lowered expectations of adoptive parents after receiving a child that they end up basically “not happy with”.  

It’s outrageous to me that this happens, that children who have been adopted into families across the U.S. have later been rejected again and left in the hands of another caregiver, often child predators and pedophiles lurking on false internet sites for these so-named failed adoptions. It makes me sick.

And when did adoption become a business?  “Adoption is a business, there is no question, sadly”. -Susan Soonkeum Cox, Holt International. “…[W]hen a large amount of cash comes to developing countries with weak governments, "it reproduces systematic problems over and over again." – Smolin, Stanford University (http://edition.cnn.com/2013/09/16/world/international-adoption-saving-orphans-child-trafficking/).  Things like child trafficking grow out of impoverished places and corrupt people wanting to capitalize on currency available in the adoption “market”.

So, how has my view of adoption changed?

I would still like to adopt one day, though I am a lot more informed, and thus more ready for the challenges that may come, should we as a couple ever be led together in that privilege of enlarging our family.  It used to drive me crazy that Peru’s laws make international adoptions so difficult: now I know that they have a right to protect their children, and should, just like every other country.  I used to think that adoptions should be quicker so as to place the child in a stable home and to avoid so much time in institutions.   I now believe that the system of adoption in other countries, especially third-world ones, should be more formal and have better screening procedures.  I sympathize and grieve along with friends waiting months turned to years for a child to finally be welcomed into their family, and know that it would also be agonizing if I were in their shoes, but I now think that the long wait times on finalized adoptions are okay because it’s more likely to mean that proper and preventative procedures are being followed.

I also think that adoptive parents should be able to choose their child, spend some time with them before in bonding and knowing if that child would fit well into their family.  More bonding time and at-face contact could also prevent child trafficking, like Lemma’s story told in this CNN article.  Potential adoptive parents should be more informed of the corruption out there, so as to carefully choose recognized and legitimate agencies and be aware of  protective measures such as the Hague convention, which may make the process longer, but ensures that procedures are done correctly and for the best interests of the child.  (Peru has been part of the Hague Convention since November 2009).  And, there should be more formal follow-up to adoptions, with the offer of counseling and support to both the family and child, to ensure that they are growing together in a healthy situation.

Another thing that makes me sad is in relation to the many older children removed from foreign countries and placed with families in a country where they don't know the language, customs and culture, cannot communicate for months effectively with their new families, and receive no required follow-up, counseling or interviews.  I still think it's a blessed thing to offer an older child a stable and loving home, with statistics of older children being adopted very low, but there should be more pre and post support for the child. I also think that preference to adopting a child over 8 should be considered first within one's own country or culture.

On the other side of things, I also think that more efforts should be made by governments, NGO’s and churches to meet the first need: the problems with family values, poverty and education that contribute to children being abandoned or orphaned in the first place: strengthening families to keep children with their birth families or natural communities as a priority.

...but that is a potential topic perhaps for another time...

Thank you for reading!

You can find more information on adopting from Peru and other countries here: Info on adopting from Peru:

http://adoption.state.gov/country_information/country_specific_info.php?country-select=peru

My absolute favorite read so far this year: Little Princes: One Man's Promise to Bring Home the Lost Children of Nepal, so worth the read!

17 

O Lord, you hear the desire of the afflicted;

    you will strengthen their heart; you will incline your ear

 to do justice to the fatherless and the oppressed, 

    so that man who is of the earth may strike terror no more. 

                                      ~Psalm 10:17 & 18

November Events

It's been a while since I've just written a normal ol' update-type post.  So, here we are.  We've had a lot of rain for September/October and things have gotten pretty and green fast!

A hot, sunny, green morning

Down-pour in the afternoon

Ruth & Keith, directors to the Casa J, left a few weeks ago for a hiatus in the States and may be gone up until March.  That has left me with new responsibilities in the home which came at a good time, giving me a new focus and renewed sense of purpose in being here, though it doesn't always come easy. I am thankful to a few other people who help in different aspects, so it's really not just on my shoulders. The biggest challenges for me continue to be cultural.  Different ways of looking at things, different views on child-rearing and especially behavior-management: a topic which has become #1 on my my mind in the last few months. As the children get older it is so evident how important the need for consistency is, which is largely lacking in the Casa with rotating staff doing things as they feel best. Thanks to the help from this wonderful lady Cecelia, a missionary from Ecuador, together we are revising the staff manual I wrote a few months ago, and working around this subject with the older kids especially, and with the staff.  She is doing great things with the spiritual side of things, too.

This friendly neighbor comes to help us every Monday afternoon looking after the kids, while Cecilia and I lead our staff meeting.

I took this photo only a few minutes before the staff intercepted a half-sized tarantula-looking spider crawling up the sofa beside my leg!  

The following morning, after I was back to my normal calm self, LuzMa told me that that type isn't a tarantula, but that there are tarantulas in the countryside nearby. They don't bite, though, but you do have to look out for a large black, hairless spider that does. Thankfully in just over two years, I have only seen these crazy creatures a couple of times!

On to more happy thoughts, here's a few of the staff-involved fun photos taken for Christmas recently (I think we'll find a clown to entertain the kids for next year):

I don't really enjoy parties, so it's ironic (or not?) that I am involved in planning a few at the moment.  This month is the Casa J's 5th year anniversary, so I am planning a fun to-do in less than two weeks.
Then there's the Staff Christmas party and kid's Christmas coming up and, this very Friday, Walter's birthday!  Preparations for birthdays in his family mean having homemade hot chocolate ready by 6 AM for those family and friends who will be arriving with birthday cakes in tow for breakfast- yes that's right- cake, cookies and popcorn for..... BREAKFAST... at...... 6 A.M............ in the MORNING. Walter's niece has already informed me that they will be here before 6 AM because they have to go to school after.
Feel free to pop by- we'll be up! or send an early-morning message.  (Later in the day is just fine, too).

Peruvian Birthday Breakfast

The Hard Things of Working in an Orphanage

The Hard Things

When I first thought of working in a children’s home, I have to admit that my thoughts were somewhat romanticized.  Rosy.  Thoughts of holding babies and hugging toddlers, playing with older kids who are so thankful and appreciative for your care of them.  And, at the beginning it was rosy-colored.  It still is.  Loving and helping these children offers a rewarding feeling of sharing love in a darkened world, even if only for a small few.

The other day, Keith (Ruth’s husband) and I were talking about the new baby, Brighit, in my arms.  She recently turned one and has been at the Josephine House for two weeks.  Keith commented on how one of his favorite things about being involved in overseeing a children’s home is witnessing the process of growth that happens between when a new child arrives often bedraggled, dirty and anxious to that time when they have adjusted to being in a new place, all cleaned up,  in new clothes, smiling and laughing and minus the creases of worry or pain on their little foreheads.  The process is not long.  It doesn't take long for these kids, ever so resilient, to relax and thrive in the arms of love.

But, this whole experience is not always easy and lovely.  Although I am usually a positive and thankful person, aware of the  many privileges in my life, there are still times when the hard things become overwhelming.

The Hard Things

Working with special needs children brings challenges of its own.  Long periods of time with little or very (very) slow progress and growth.  Behavior management issues that are challenging and not easy to change. 

A couple of months ago little Veronica died.  No one could have guessed that this non-verbal Down’s child had appendicitis.  We've been told that at least three of our other special needs children won’t have a long life expectancy.  

Brisayda’s health has suddenly taken a turn for the worse, losing her sensory ability, she’s not eating well like she had been a few weeks ago... she could go at any time.

The true stories of our children neglected and abandoned.  Heart wrenching stories of abuse that make you wonder how mankind could fall so low. 

The Hard Things

A loving family that developed bonds and love for two of the home’s older siblings.  Wanting  to adopt them as their own and the judge who’s said no twice, with no real reason.

A boy I would take home in an instant, but can't: born with fetal alcohol syndrome and just turned two, is nowhere close to walking or talking, and whose alcoholic mother unexpectedly obtained permission to visit him for the very first time.  A brief visit, no physical contact or perceivable interest, but she claims that she plans to get her son back one day.

The recent realization of the uncertainties of the Home’s future because of lack of substantial monthly, long-term support.  (We have about 8-10 months based on what's in the account now).

The Hard Things

I had been feeling stressed lately.  Not just for all the things beyond my control in the Casa J, but also for the cultural stresses and challenges that sometimes just feel overwhelming.  I miss home.  I miss family.  The culture that's familiar to me.

I found myself often repeating inside, and sometimes to Walter in conversation, “that’s not fair”.

Not fair that a child is born with significant challenges because his mother drank heavily throughout her pregnancy.

Not fair that another child was abandoned because of a cleft palate lip.  Not fair that another was born without a brain.

Not fair that I have had so many health issues since I've lived here.  (It gets more personal, and sometimes much more petty.)

Or, on the other side of the spectrum, how about  not fair that I just passed this lady sitting on the street without shoes, who likely has no place to call home, carrying my new fancy orthopedic pillow I bought from the chiropractor I recently started seeing.

Not Fair.  It occurred to me in one moment that this is a very dangerous thing to be repeating to myself.  A person can become depressed and bitter pretty quickly.  And I was.  That’s when the words to an old children’s song came into my head:  
“Count your blessings, name them one by one...”  I don’t remember the rest of the lyrics, but those are probably all I really needed!

And isn't that true?  When we focus on the things to be thankful for, the positive things, the God-given blessings, our outlook changes. 

Peace In the Storms

Walter and I took a week at the beginning of this month to help my parents-in-law on their farm by picking pinto beans: a break to get away from the city, to help out his parents and, for me, a short break from everything.  We were standing on the mountainside, working alongside each-other, Walter playing some of my favorite music on his phone when this song by Hillsong played.  I've listened to it lots of times before, and it’s one that’s become a favorite to both of us, but this is the first time these lyrics really stuck out and spoke to me:  

...Christ alone, Cornerstone
Weak made strong, in the Savior's love
Through the storm
He is Lord, Lord of All


When darkness seems to hide His face
I rest on His unchanging grace
In every high and stormy gale
My anchor holds within the veil...

I borrowed this quote from a friend’s Facebook page a few months ago.  It speaks to me more now than it did then:

  "Peace doesn't come from finding a lake with no storms. It comes from having Jesus in the boat."  (John Ortberg)

I just want to thank friends and family for your prayers.  I really believe that prayers hold us up above the hard, and the seemingly “unfair”, things of life.  Though the storms will stir up and the darkness cover the light, it’s only for a brief time.  The sun will rise again. The Son has risen, and for that I have hope for a better tomorrow.

And Hope in the Promises

And, so, I look at the hope around me.  The differences being made right now.  And to the One who orchestrates them and has plans for a different world- a marvelous one.

Beautiful Changes

Adriano in September 2011 when he first arrived, and Adriano these days, just turned 3.

Sweet little Angelito, when he arrived a few months ago, malnourished and underweight, and Angel today!

Angelito, Sept. 2013, with chubby cheeks!

Our newest little one, named Brighit, arrival day with Keith a couple of weeks ago, and now:

 

This girl I'm going to miss a lot.  Fabiola will be travelling to Lima soon to stay in another Home where she will have better health and longevity at sea-level.

Fabi, September 2013

Promises, Sanctus Real 

"Sometimes it's hard to keep believing in what you can't see
That everything happens for a reason even the worst life brings
If you're reaching for an answer and you don't know what to pray
Just open up the pages, let His Word be your strength

And hold on to the promises (hold tight)
Hold on to the promises (all right)
Jesus is alive, so hold tightHold on to the promises..."

Cornerstone, Hillsong

Your Love Never Fails, Jesus Culture

"There may be pain in the night but joy comes in the morning... 

...The wind is strong and the water's deep, But I'm not alone here in these open seas ... Cause Your love never fails..."