Sunday, April 22, 2012

Well here it is. As I said in my last post I have had something on my heart lately and today I plan to tell you what it is. 

One year ago today I started this blog. It was a year ago today that I started to feel a strong burden for the orphan. All orphans need forever families; don't get me wrong, but sometimes there's this one. You know, the one that can play your heart strings like a fiddle. The one that stands out for whatever reason. Well if you have read any of my blog posts you may already know who it is I'm talking about. My little love has already been introduced once before on here but here she is again. Little Miss Nastya.

This little love has spina bifida and hydrocephalus. This is a condition she was born with. I know from experience that this disability, although life altering, is just that. Altering. This condition does not mean she is worthless! It does NOT mean she deserves to spend the rest of her life in a mental institution somewhere all alone and forgotten about! It just means she is different. And let me be the first to tell you, different can teach you things you may never know about otherwise.

Now if you don't mind, I am going to get really honest with you. Ready? I started this blog one year ago today. This is when I started advocating for Nastya. Now here's the honest, raw, truth. It's been a year; and although it has been a wonderful one, full of orphans finding forever families, adoptions being fully funded, and little loves coming home for the first time, my little Nastya is still out there. Still waiting. Alone. She has no family to call her own. No Mommy is there to tell her she was created by a king who loves her beyond compare. She has no daddy to whisper in her ear and tell her about how, better than the fairy tales, she's a real princess. She has no one.

I've been on the fence here for a year now hoping to help find Nastya's family. I've donated every now and then to her grant thinking that would help. But now I'm ready to jump in. I'm ready to see this little girl go home.

As of right now I don't know what that means. I don't where this journey will take me, but I'm ready.

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