August 1, 2014

unimaginable loss and carrying their burden

Today, our small adoption community grieves once again. I know that many of you know the precious and amazing Musser family.  Yesterday, in a tragic accidental drowning, their beloved Tommy went home to be with Jesus. Tommy came home from the same orphanage as Hasya just one year ago.

Sweet Tommy knew the love of a family.  He knew what it meant to be loved, treasured, showered with hugs and kisses. For that, we are so, so grateful.

Our hearts are aching for a family that has lost their treasured son. Such pain and loss so many of our hearts simply cannot fathom.

Today we cling to the hope that we have in JESUS and we pray that the Father would hold the Mussers so tightly in this season of sorrow--that He would cocoon them in His love and peace that passes all understanding. 

We hold onto the promise that some day every tear will be wiped away and we will never know sorrow or pain again.

Until that day comes, we cry out to the Lord, "Faithful Father, be so close to the brokenhearted!"

Please pray for this beautiful family.  Their grief is unimaginable, the pain and sorrow so very raw.

Oh, sweet little Tommy.  Finally healed and whole in every way. Dance with Jesus, little guy.  We're longing for the day when you will be reunited with your family who I know misses you so much already.

I know that when tragedy strikes, we all want to do something to help. Right now the greatest need the Mussers have is to cover the funeral costs for their sweet Tommy.  Honestly, finances should be the last of their concerns! Can we please lift this burden for them, body of Christ?  Can we take this weight off their shoulders? What a tremendous blessing that would be to them in this incredibly difficult season of their lives!

Thank you for bringing the Musser family before the throne of abounding grace today, friends.  I know it will mean the world to them.

"They’re his people, he’s their God. He’ll wipe every tear from their eyes. Death is gone for good—tears gone, crying gone, pain gone—all the first order of things gone.” The Enthroned continued, “Look! I’m making everything new. Write it all down—each word dependable and accurate.”  ~~  Revelation 21:3-4  (The Message)

July 26, 2014

pretty in pink

Snuggled in.

Healing very slowly.

Taking one day at a time.

THANK YOU for your prayers as our sweet Hasya deals with this setback.

Our courageous little fighter.

Praising our faithful Father in heaven that she is here with us.

July 24, 2014

no matter what!

Thank you all so much for your prayers, the notes of love and encouragement for our sweet Hasya, and for just being a part of her life (and her journey to healing) from afar.  It means the absolute world to me.  Seriously!

Yesterday was so painful. Another fracture was something we definitely were not expecting. Seeing your child suffer and remembering why this happens is so hard.  As amazingly well as Hasya has done in the past eighteen months, the journey still remains one of many highs and many lows too.

Yesterday was a very big low.

While excellent nutrition and huge growth have possibly helped her fragile bones a little, the truth is that her osteoporosis is something that may never fully go away, according to her doctors.  The x-rays yesterday showed us just how paper-thin her bones still are. Once again, no plates could surgically be inserted to strengthen the femur that snapped--there simply is not enough bone to work with. 

Today, as my strong, brave, courageous little love lies quietly in her bed, I am once again reminded that God has a plan and a purpose for her life that my human heart cannot fathom.

Last Sunday Anthony preached in our beloved church.  Completely unplanned and led by the Holy Spirit, he walked over to our Hasya who was at the back of the church.  Daddy gently picked up his beautiful daughter in his arms and carried her to the front of the church.

"Do you see this child?  Some day Hasya will be free of all pain and all suffering.  Some day she will be standing in front of me in heaven and she will use her voice for the first time.  And she'll be smiling.  She may say thank you for giving me a life.  And I'll say to her, 'No, sweetheart, turn and look next to you.  HE is who you should thank.  It's all for HIM.  He just asked us to do it.  You see, this life matters.  It matters in heaven.  And it matters here on earth.  Her life matters for all eternity."

Yes, it does!  Every day God gives us with this precious child is a gift from heaven.  And though there are times when it certainly is not easy and our hearts ache at the things she has to endure... is such a joy and and an honor to be the ones who hold her hand in the good times and in the tough times too.

We'll press forward and trust, with the help of her doctors and her Father in heaven who leads us on, that we can find ways to make life more comfortable for our sweet girl.  Whether God chooses to heal her here on earth or if that will only happen when He takes her home, I have no clue. That is not for me to know.

For today we'll choose to be thankful for the amazing progress that she has made...

....and leave the rest in His loving, faithful hands.

The Father never promised that the journey would be easy.

But He did promise that He would gently lead and guide us, give us peace that passes all understanding when the storms coming knocking at our door, fill us with wisdom from heaven, and show us the way when we need clear direction.

Because He's just so very faithful like that!

Today we'll choose to rejoice in all that He has done and we'll embrace this journey with everything that we have.

No matter what!

July 23, 2014

July 17, 2014

milestones and miracles

Our sweet oldest daughter was born in Bulgaria in 1998.

For nearly fifteen years, the very basic necessities of life were stolen from her.

Arms to love her.

Medical intervention to ease the pain and discomfort from many special needs (cerebral palsy, scoliosis, bilateral hip dysplasia, rotten, overcrowded teeth, osteoporosis, bone fractures, severe malnutrition, severe contractures, etc).

The locust came and stole from her the things that so many of us take for granted as we raise our own children.

Food to nourish.

Words of love and affirmation.


Someone to believe in her ability to blossom and grow into a beautiful young woman--no matter what that looked like.

This photo was taken when my daughter was ten years old.

The first pictures we ever saw of this beautiful child was when she was fourteen years old. Our journey began here.

She weighed a measly fourteen pounds.

Anthony and I could not fathom how in the world she would be able to hang on.

How would she survive the long adoption process that is filled with endless paperwork and ridiculous red tape?

We knew just one thing so deep down in our hearts as we began the process to bring her home...

...our God in heaven was able to do exceedingly, abundantly MORE than we could ever hope or imagine in her life.

We knew that the Father to the fatherless, the Great I Am, the One True God had not forsaken this tiny one.

Though she languished for so many years...

...He was near.

He named her "Hasya," a Hebrew word meaning to "have mercy."

I met Hasya in August 2012.

Painfully fragile, completely stressed out from being taken out of the only environment she had ever known--the safety of her crib--she was an absolute mess.

I held my filthy, dirty, smelly, neglected daughter in my arms that day and prayed with all my heart that the Lord would continue to hold her tightly until I could return to take her home a few months later.

She weighed nineteen pounds and was fast approaching her fifteenth birthday.

By the grace of the Living God, Hasya survived the long flights home.

When we arrived at our home she was dangerously dehydrated, starving, stressed from being held for so many hours (her emaciated body could not handle being touched) and literally unable to cope with the upheaval she had just endured.

It was all too much and she started giving up.

One day after arriving home, Hasya's body began to shut down and she was immediately admitted to the nearest children's hospital.

She weighed 22 pounds that day--just three weeks before her fifteenth birthday.

And so began the long road to her healing.

Seventeen glorious, God-inspired months have passed since Hasya has been home.

She has astounded us.

She has left us speechless.

Her growth and development have been nothing short of miraculous.

And recently our little darling reached a huge milestone...


She is 44 pounds and vibrantly healthy.

God has truly redeemed what the locust has eaten.

All things in her life are being made brand new, and she is a new creation in every sense.

Hasya is joy indescribable.

No words can express what an absolute joy it is to watch Hasya's miracle unfold on a daily basis.  To think that God would choose us to be a part of her life, her healing just brings me to my knees.  We are so grateful for this treasure that we have on earth, but store up in heaven. 

I know that many of you will want to know exactly what we feed Hasya.  I'll share that as a separate post soon.

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