After my last post, I began to make dinner, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the sex trafficking that occurs in our world. Tears kept welling up in my eyes as I tried to put something together resembling a meal. I couldn’t stop praying for the team that is making their way to Eastern Europe. Why in the world would something such as this matter so much to a little ol’ mom such as me? It matters to me because that could’ve been my daughter. My daughter sat their innocently painting with her watercolors at the dining room table and calling herself an artist as I wrestled with what could’ve become her future. She has no idea.
She has no idea that when we brought her home from the orphanage, she was just two weeks away from aging out from the nice facility she was in. Two weeks away from being sent to an orphanage where she would no longer be the favorite. The place where they send children deemed unadoptable because she would’ve been too old and she is considered special needs. Everyone who has any knowledge and insight into Russia, even from the mouth of our translator–that was not somewhere she would want to go. It wouldn’t have even been the next level down in care. It would’ve been the bottom where she would’ve been left to rot until she aged out as a teenager. You tell me, where would a child with effects of polio have been left as a teenager and no where to go? The street. Would she have been able to defend herself? Probably not. My daughter was two weeks away from living without hope. That is why the fate of the orphans in Eastern Europe matters to me. It matters to me because it’s personal. It matters to me that every child deserves a family, clean water, shelter and food.
Just wanted you to know why following a trip and a ministry such as this appears here on Mommy Map. It appears here because without Daughter of Purpose, it just wouldn’t be the same.
Thanks for sharing this. I appreciate your heart for these children and I join you in prayer.