In a past few weeks I have seen orphans pass away.
I have watched with disbelief as their soon to be adoptive parents pursued them until the very end...unable to get there in time.
I have shook with anger at the injustice these little ones suffer.
I have cried over the fact that if these little angles were in the U.S., they would live. A short plane ride away from the proper medical treatment....yet they die.
They die without a family.
They die without comfort.
They die without hope.
It rocks me to my core every time.
It frustrates me to no end that I can not do enough. I can hardly do anything to make a different to the million of orphans.
Have you heard the star fish story?
"It made a difference for that one."
What if thats not enough?
The good that I can do is NOT enough.
Thats why I share.
Its why I flood your facebook with non-stop adoption posts and fundraising events.
Its why I tell anyone and everyone who asks me about adoption that they should adopt no matter how rude or annoying they may think I am.
If only the church would stand up, climb out of their comfort zones, and be the hands and feet of Jesus.
I have accepted that the world is the way it is because of sin...it won't be right until Jesus comes back.
But can't a girl just be incredibly, irrationally, and consistently unsettled that she can't do more?