LandRblogStPDay - Copy - Copy

Guys my heart is breaking! Please, if you pray, please pray. The orphanage my sister is adopting from is right outside Lubumbashi where rebel fighters have just attacked! The last time rebel fighters attacked (they attacked Goma), the militia killed all the women and children they could find… *after* savaging them. My nephew is in this city! Right now the orphanage itself is six miles outside the city and spared, but pray it stays out of harm’s way!

Now remember my sister is not adopting a child currently in the orphanage, but one of the next children to arrive there. So there’s a good possibility that my nephew is in Lubumbashi that is being attacked right now. That means that most likely my nephew is right now becoming orphaned and suffering abuse and trauma at the hands of the militia before being transferred to the orphanage. My sister’s heart is super heavy this morning.

Reminds me of something I read in the book 7 about Jen Hatmaker’s adopted daughter, Remy:

“During the first week of October, I suffered inexplicable sadness for our Ethiopian kids, yet unknown to us. I couldn’t quit crying. I couldn’t stop worrying. [...]

‘God is prompting you to pray for your children for some reason.’ [...]

So Brandon and I prayed desperately for our kids. Were they losing a parent? Were they suffering? Were they tender and lonely? [...]

[Three weeks later]

I went back to those dark days of prayer. It was the week she was brought to the orphanage. Shipped twelve hours north of her village, her people, everything she knew to a crowded orphanage with children and workers who spoke a different language, it must’ve been devastating. She must’ve felt so alone. At age five. Except Jesus never leaves His little ones, His most vulnerable. He was there in the scary van ride north. He was there in her confusion and fear. He was there as she was assigned a bed and communal clothes and had her beautiful head shaved. He was there that first heartbreaking night. And He made sure we were there in spirit, too.”  (pages 198-201)

UPDATE (from my sister): “Thank you to everyone who prayed this morning and this afternoon. The news reports no more fighting in Lubumbashi, as the militia group was stopped by the local army and peacekeeper forces. Please continue to pray for the people of DRC, our child, the orphanage owners/workers, and our future trip there. Only God can provide safety and peace in such a wartorn area.”

One Response to “Pray”

  1. Anonymous says:

    Alexis, you must know that all of us “been there done that.” Matthew, my son, played on the jump jungle, and hurt his ankle. The next day, he was to start his first day of middle school which was two long blocks away. He asked me to drive him, and I said no. So, he walked to school and back home for four days. On the fifth day, he walked to school, and by Friday afternoon, I got a call from the school nurse suggesting I come and take him home. I played hardball, and asked the school nurse, “if he’s really hurting; if I really needed to leave work; and if he wasn’t just wanting to go home.” The school nurse replied, “I think you REALLY need to come.” I took her cue, and much to my embarrassment, when I got to the school nurse’s office, there was my Matthew with a very swollen and reddish ankle. We went to his pediatrician’s office. They took x-rays, and I nearly passed out when they said his ankle was BROKEN! I cried and said, “I made him walk every day to and from school.” Bless Dr. Narayan’s heart when she said, “oh, it happens to the best of us.” Matthew who could be somewhat mouthy was quiet and never said, “I told you so.” That day, I was humbled and ever since, I try to be.

    I thought you would appreciate this story….Roland made you a better mother…seems crazy, but that’s my experiences.

    I swear God uses children to teach us, to humble us, and in the process make us better people. I learned a long time ago to remain open to my children’s thoughts.

Leave a Reply