God answers prayers, His way

3 years ago this month, Greg and I were matched with Jiang YuJun. Little did we know at the time that we were also matched with her two best friends, Noah and Rhys. Two boys that would change the course of our lives.


When Greg and I returned home with Chloe we were determined to do all we could for her family, Noah and Rhys. As many of you know, family is not necessarily defined by blood. Sadly, my biological family and church family did not meet the definition of "family". I think maybe this is why I fought so hard to have the two brothers of Chloe's heart be a part of our family. So, the first thing we did was pray, beg and plead to our heavenly Father for these boys. Those first weeks home Chloe cried for her friends, she and her sister decided to sleep on the floor in Washington State Apple boxes so Noah and Rhys could have their beds when they joined us. I was always finding gifts Chloe had carefully wrapped and hidden away for the day the boys walked through the door.

It breaks a mom's heart not to be able to give her child the thing that is breaking their heart. I know you know that. How much more does our heavenly Father know that?

Palm Sunday in 2011, I could not focus on the sermon by our wonderful pastor. I bowed my head and asked God to forgive me for my wandering mind. My thoughts kept drifting to the two little boys left behind. Some have experienced this and some have called people crazy that claim this, but I heard an audible voice that told me that His name would be glorified through these two boys. I knew I had to go forward at the end of the service and ask for prayer from our pastor. As the final hymn played and my heart beat frantically, I made my way to the front of the church and asked for prayers concerning our situation. The prayer given up to God by my pastor was not the one I was expecting and I will have to admit I was a little ticked off. The prayer was that if it were God's will for these boys to be adopted let it come to pass. Of course, the mommy in me thought, "How in the world could it not be God's will for these boys to be adopted?" My Lord's thoughts and ways are higher than mine and my Lord is not finished!

Greg and I realized that with the situation our boys were in, being trafficked children without the hope of being adopted internationally or domestically, we needed to do something to help the country they were in take care of them. Greg and I with the help of secular non-profit agency began a tutoring program in the orphanage for this group of children. We, along with other sponsors, pay a small sum each month to provide these childen tutoring in the orphanage, school supplies, school lunch and some clothes. However,as you know this does nothing to fill the role of a family.

A year passes and my knees are sore from praying. My dear husband, knowing me so well and warning me not to become obsessed over these boys, reminds me that I am now obsessed. So, I start searching for an outlet for these feelings. On an internet search, I find the only organization in Colorado that works with orphans in China. I was so elated. I did not think this was my way to get the boys it was just an opportunity to help in the country where half my heart was left behind.

The mission of this organization, World Orphans, fit perfectly with the way my husband and I felt coming home from China after our second adoption. There are so many children out there that need a home and begging every Christian family to adopt one orphan so there would be no more orphans was just not working. Even with some families adopting up to 13 children, we just were not going to meet the need and the command that God has given us. World Orphans works with churches in the United States to partner with indigenous countries to care for the orphan.

Imagine my excitement to think I was going to be able to volunteer, advocate, and maybe visit orphans in China. To my disappointment, I was told that the two centers that WO worked in were self-sustaining. Feeling a door close again but not giving up I remained as a volunteer. It has been a year since the last door seemed to close. It was not a door sealed tight with no hopes of opening. It was a door that was not ready to be opened. It did open this past summer. WO was asked to lead a ESL camp during Chinese New Year in Southeast Asia. I signed up to be a part of the team but God had bigger plans for me. I leave in 17 days LEADING a group of wonderful women to the very place my boys, Noah and Rhys, are located. I did not know the location of the camp at the time I accepted the responsibility to lead the team.

What does God have in mind with this really big "coincidence"? I do not know and I am not even going to try and guess. I am going with no other agenda than to serve my Lord and the children, orphans, He has told me to serve. Stepping way out of my comfort zone and being obedient. Leaving behind my four children and my adored husband for the first time in my life. Am I scared? You had better believe it but I am going to trust and wait upon the Lord giving Him all the glory.

You can follow our journey here. You can also support our journey by praying for us, the area we will be in, the orphanage leaders and the children.

God Bless,

Part 4 where to after this?

Greg and I were touched by the pictures we received of Chloe. However, it was the pictures taken of her that included her best friend that tore at our hearts.

If it is possible to catch love in a photo, I have it stored on my computer under "photos of Yujun".

Greg and I decided we would do everything we could to keep these children together.

We inquired about adopting Noah at the same time as Chloe but China was not allowing adoption of two children unrelated at that time plus, we were told Noah was not available for adoption.

We went to China and visited the orphanage. We got to meet Noah and another of Chloe's closest friends, Rhys. Rhys walked right up to my husband and held up his arms to be picked up. With tears in his eyes, my husband looked at me and I knew the two children we would need to bring home together would not be Chloe and Noah but Noah and Rhys.


God is leading Greg and I to continue to fight for Noah and Rhys.

There is no way I can explain how I know this and if I did it would probably make no sense to anyone but me. Why these two boys, when there are so many other children readily available? Why not adopt children a little older so there will not be such a gap in age? Why have four children the same age? Why adopt when you are about to retire and do not know what the future holds? Why adopt when you have two boys about to enter college and tuition is so expensive? Why, why, why?

Blaise Pascal, says, "The heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of."

The why's go on and on and stop where the "what if's" begin. What if our petitions fail after we feel so convicted.


I can not answer any of these questions. I just know that to not pursue this would be turning my back on everything I have learned through my personal story and as a Christian. We are to stand up for those who do not have a voice, we are to take care of the orphaned but most of all we are to follow our heart when we have tested our motives against the scriptures.

The Lord will prevail regardless of what I want. I want these two boys to be part of our family but God's plans are bigger than mine.

When Chloe entered the hospital, I wanted a successful surgery to help her have more independence with the issues we faced with her spina bifida. However, after 8 days in the hospital we were faced with the realization that one of the procedures in the operation had severe complications. After 20 days in the hospital we realized that somehow, unknown to all, that the operation had corrected Chloe's high blood pressure. Chloe no longer needed high blood pressure medication! However, the mitrofanoff I wanted for her so badly was sacrificed.


In humility, I sacrifice all for the greater good. Please remind me of this again in a few minutes! Yes, it is a constant battle and sometimes one I lose.

The hopes and dreams I had going into the hospital for Chloe's operation. Hopes and dreams of what I thought would be best changed drastically upon leaving the hospital. I was not in control.

I know the faith of building a family is nothing compared to the faith of building the Ark but the "coincidence" of stepping out in faith to bring home this little boy coined Noah was not lost on me. I am studying the Faith of Noah as I walk this path and I am learning, growing and trusting.

I humbly ask God to add these boys to our family, but if He does not, I know they are in His hands even if God does not use my hands to physically care for them.

In His Name and for His Glory,
Amy

Part 3

When we did our first home study for the adoption of Raeya, our social worker was very concerned about our ability to withstand the whispers, comments, questions and stares from strangers because we were an "international family".

Little did she know that our military life was a life of international blending. As she spoke to us about this in our government quarters in East Point, Atlanta, I served her sweet tea recently purchased from a grocery store where I was the only Caucasian in the store. Over this tea, I could tell her the story of getting lost in Korea in a town where no one spoke English and my few words of Korean would not help me find my way back to post. Talk about whispers, comments and stares.

Yes, we stand out a little. Not all that much in Colorado Springs. We have moved 10 times since being married courtesy of the US Army and I have never lived anywhere that had so many adoptive and foster families.

After 23 years, I am home!

But comments and questions from others do not offend me in the least. It gives me a chance to share our story and the love of my Saviour. In a country where you can find more that one church on some corners, I share my story of God's love but it is in China where I long to stand in the gap and show my Saviour's love.

As my heart has cried out for the two boys we long to bring home, I have found it hard to concentrate on the here and now sometimes. I found myself in this very situation the Sunday before Easter as I sat listening to our wonderful pastor. I bowed my head and said a short prayer asking God to clear my mind for the moment of these two boys so I could hear His Word. The message that came back to me as I sat there humbled and teachable was, "Amy, through these two boys, My Name will be glorified".



Are you talking to me?

I am not one to share things like this and honestly I have not been one to whole heartedly embrace comments from others when they say, "God told me this....". I quickly reasoned that this was my own inner voice telling me what I wanted to hear and thus, was able to concentrate on the sermon.

It took me a couple of weeks to even share this experience with my husband. Another three months to share it here. Was this something I willed myself to hear because I wanted to hear it so badly or was this my Lord telling me He has it under control and I need not worry about it and I can rest the situation in His hands, concentrate on Him, and share the wonders of His Love.

Stay with me and we will find our together.

I hope to finish "the Calling to Noah" with one more entry and I pray you will be moved, you will pray and you will share my story with others.

God is moving.

He is calling.

He is waiting.

Don't miss it.



What is the 10/40 Window?

Where are the Most Unreached?




Today the reality is that 97 percent of the world's unreached lives in the 10/40 Window, a rectangular shaped area on our globe extending from West Africa to East Asia, from 10 degrees north to 40 degrees north of the equator.

In this part of the world, millions live with little or no chance of ever hearing the Gospel. The Window also encompasses the majority of the world's Muslims, Hindus, and Buddhists.

The Neglected Window

Although 97 percent of the world's unreached lives in the 10/40 Window ... Less than 0.05% of our total resources as the Church in the West are being sent to help share the Good News.

Truly there is a staggering amount of work to do.
Within the 10/40 Window:
•The darkest of all areas within the 10/40 Window is Asia.
•Over 80,000 die every day in Asian countries without knowing about the love of Jesus Christ.
•500,000 villages in India alone have never heard the Gospel.

Part 2

With our adoption of Raeya, we were not allowed to visit the Social Welfare Institute. We did meet the director and an ayi on Gotcha Day and the following day when we finalized the paper work and accepted our little girl.

With Chloe, we were allowed to visit the orphanage even though we were told before heading to China we would not be allowed to. Oh, the joy and excitement of being able to see where she grew up and the wonderful people who took care of her. We were also hopeful that we would be able to see her friends and find out why we could not adopt her special friend. Up until this point we were only told that their were rules that would not allow to do so.

Our wonderful guide arranged all of our transportation needs and double checked with us to make sure we really wanted to do this. She was not so sure it would be a good idea for Chloe to go back. I had talked to several families who were blessed with the experience of an adoption trip to the orphanage and felt we were doing the right thing.

So, we get to the train station early in the morning! We have toys and snacks to keep the girls occupied. Greg and I have lots of time to people watch. I have fallen in love with the Chinese people.



Our guide, Isabel, hurried us to the front of the train to get a family photo before settling into our private section. We were excited, nervous and humbled about this opportunity to see and experience, with Chloe, the first 5 years of her life that we had missed out on. At no time did we think that the 5 years "missed" was actually 5 years of God lining up all the "coincidences" we would encounter with this adoption.



On the train, we settled in and looked out the windows in anticipation of seeing the land from which or daughter came. Memories and pictures we could put away to tell her later when she began to ask questions. However, the action and memories were about to occur inside the train as a young female attendant began changing the cushion covers in our cabin.

The province, where Chloe was born, does not see as many Caucasians as other provinces so we were an attraction to be stared at, asked questions of, taken pictures with and the most fun of all was to help with English practice.

This young girl who was changing cushion covers could not keep her eyes off our girls.


She sat down with us and began asking Isabel questions. Isabel explained that this young lady was overwhelmed that we had two daughters from China. She herself had been abandoned at the age of 4 on a street corner. Parents who were faced with no good options did what they thought was best.

I think everyone is aware of the one child rule in China. A rule that is suppose to help with the over population of this beautiful country. However, there are 5 groups that are currently allowed to have a second child. Chinese couples in rural areas are allowed to have a second child if their first-born is a girl, as are couples from China’s ethnic minority groups. Families where the father is an occupation deemed to be dangerous like a soldier, fisherman, etc...Families in which both parents are only children, or where the first offspring is disabled, may also have a second child. For those families that do not fall into this category or a family in the category that has three children, a high tax is required. A tax that many times is more than the families annual salary.

This young girl fell into the last category. She had an older sister who was able to help the family more and a younger brother who would insure the parents were taken care of in the older years. The family could not pay the tax and the only option left for the family was to abandon the child so she could be taken to an orphanage and adopted by another family. She was adopted by a family with a disabled son. She was adopted to take of the son when the parents were no longer physically able. She worked four jobs to send money back home to them.

As Isabel, told us her story this young girl broke into tears and began crying. She told us she was the naughty one and this is why she was abandoned. As children, when tragedies happen at such an early age we blame ourselves. Some are lucky and a person will step into their lives to love them and healing can occur. Others are not so lucky. They suffer a tragedy in the home and no one steps in to love them. Parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles all turn a blind eye and this child grows up to think they are a no body and they will rebel or try to earn love.


But the party grew and we left them laughing. Isabel has looked for this young girl every time she has ridden the Bullet Train and has not been able to find her again. She left such an impression on us.



These children whether in an orphanage across the ocean, here in the United States or in a family next door to you need your love. Please do not turn a blind eye.

Adoption is not for everyone. There are many ways to make a difference in a child's life. Some times just taking that extra time to invite a child over to your home so they can see what real love looks like can make all the difference in the world.

I believe God has called me to work with the orphans in China. I do not know how yet. I know that a great burden has been placed on my heart. I know that my heart understands these children who have been set aside by family members regardless of the reason it had to be done.

We can not point fingers and blame the Chinese people. Not even if you have been there and visited in their homes can you understand the great pressure they are under. However, we can blame ourselves for not doing anything about it.



Hey, I think my family is great and we hope to be back to get you soon. We now know the obstacles of making you part of our family but we know we are fit for the race.
Love you, Chloe.

My name will be Glorified through these boys. Part 1

This is very hard and scary for me to write.

As I said in a previous post, I have never asked for a lot, especially from God. Some children grow up learning not to trust or to expect too much. They do this to protect themselves from hurting. I have shared with you my desire to first of all seek God with all my heart but secondly to allow me to love two special boys as children in my home and not from a far.

This is asking a lot.

Especially from a child who learned not to trust authority figures. What bigger authority is there than God?

NONE.

Yes, this is very HARD.

Also, I have always been one to follow the rules. I grew up in a family where rules, spoken and unspoken, were very important. I am stepping outside of the rules set by man and I will be honest with you, I am scared but trusting with all my heart.

Why is my adoption blog about Chloe named the Faith of Noah?

Families involved in the adoption process know that children in orphanages have to be named, labeled, categorized in some way. Many agencies do this by assigning the child an English name, a number, or a name representative of the country they live in. It just so happens that one of the little boys we want to adopt was assigned the name Noah. I need to stress here that once we learned his real name we no longer called him by his assigned name. We referred to him by the name that he knew himself as. I filed away the name Noah in the back of my mind and did not think of him as that any longer, but only as the name he knew himself as.

When we were in the process of paper chasing for our daughter Chloe, we learned she had a close group of friends, a rat pack of four sweethearts. Chloe would be coming home to us in September, her girl friend would be going home to her family in October, but two other special friends remained behind. Can you imagine the sadness experienced by the children who see friend after friend leave and you are still left. Why was I not chosen?

We could see the bond of Chloe and Noah in particular. Our hearts ached at the thought of separating these two children. A little girl who had gone through so much pain in her short life, who had loved and lost a special ayi, and who was about to be thrown into an entirely different world devoid of anything familiar. Greg and I apart from each, he in Afghanistan and I in Colorado Springs, both were burdened with the desire to bring this little boy home. Imagine the awe when we discussed this over phone and found we were both at the same time a world apart being led to bring home the same little boy.

We knew that no matter what the special need even if his body was ravage by cancer we were going to do this. His special need was not terminal cancer. His special needs were rules and laws. We were told we could not adopt him. I called agency after agency and was told there was nothing anyone could do. Thankfully, I do not serve a God limited by man's rules, laws or time schedule.

Please visit this site and watch this video. I have tried to different times to download it and after 4 hours each time with no success of getting her on my blog I gave up.

http://vimeo.com/13888620