Wednesday, February 24, 2010

I am just sick about this

This is an article my friend sent me. It is not about the orphanage Foyer Di Sion that I have been collecting item for and shipping through For Every Child. Haiti was over run with orphans before the earthquake and now has atleast doubled their numbers. There are a lot of orphanages there so I am sure this is not just happening at this one place. I don't understand why the government is letting this happen. They want to start gaining some control...okay, then start making decisions. Start processing paperwork to get these kids to a home in America before their time run out. By the way, I am taking about pre-earthquake documented orphans here. And if we cant get them out right now why the He-- cant we get these kids some food and water? I don't get it. With everyone going down surely something can be done to preserve them until they are cleared to leave. Can't the government see that their children are dyeing! This is going to be on someone's head in the next life. I can understand the worry about child trafficking but please, does this really have to be a all or nothing situation. The American government really need to strong arm the Haitian government. Lay it down heavy, throw their weight around.Who cares if we look like bullies right now. We never really cared before, why do we care now...Its about the babies!

Conditions Worsen For BRESMA Orphans Still In Haiti

Ben Avon sisters Jamie and Ali McMutrie have returned to Haiti, along with Leslie McCombs from UPMC, to help the 12 remaining children still living in the driveway of the BRESMA orphanage.What they've found there is a dire situation of once-healthy children, now dehydrated and malnourished.Each of these children has been confirmed as legally eligible for intercountry adoption and the McMutrie sisters are in possession of this paperwork as well as relinquishment papers. Each child has also been matched with an adoptive family in the US.According to Leslie, the issue is that these children were matched for adoption after the earthquake and the recently established humanitarian parole policy allows orphaned children from Haiti to enter the United States - but only those matched to prospective parents before the earthquake.One of the sickest children, Peterson, has lost half of his body weight in the month since the earthquake - 25 percent of that in just six days.Last week, the McMutries said Peterson looked like five of the other children do now. They don't have much time.In addition to photos of the children, the McMutries have sent back a heart-wrenching cell phone video.A Pittsburgh-area blogger posted the following message Wednesday attributed to Jamie and Ali:“Hey Pittsburgh and friends around the world, we need your help again! There are babies dying before our eyes and something needs to be done immediately. Please please please call all of your state representatives, senators, congressmen and governors and implore them to help us save these babies lives.When you make these calls, here are the important facts:There are 12 children still here in BRESMA who now have adoptive families waiting for them in the United States. We have the required Haitian documents for each child. The only problem is that these children were not officially matched with their US adoptive families before the earthquake on January 12th. Hopefully someone can cut through the red tape and get the kids out of Haiti before another baby dies.Please call and email without ceasing.Thank you so much for your help!! Jamie and Ali McMutrie”

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Water is Life!

Thank you to Solar Well Pumps for donating and installing a new water system for Foyer De Sion! Now the children will have a close and constant source of drinking water. You guys are awesome! For pictures click on the Foyer De Sion link.

Monday, February 15, 2010

THE PLAN

Its been a hard to sit and wait. Most of you know, I do not do well just sitting. I am not sure of anything right now even though I know My Heavenly Father is sure of everything. I am putting all my faith and trust in him right now.
So this is the plan for now. We sit and wait for For Every Child in Haiti to accomplish what they are trying to do. If they can't get those kids out by the end of March then I am pretty sure it will not happen. I hope it does, those kids needs the stability that comes with a home, family and food that magically appears on the table three times a day (okay, I know its not magic but I'm pretty sure my kids think it is). I know that everyday that goes by with no progress in Haiti means the chance to get those kids becomes more difficult. By the end of March we will know if Haiti was the actually the prompting we had or just a way to turn our heads and lead us back to Ghana. If nothing happens we will go ahead with a Ghana International homestudy and try to get the boys. The families I have spoken to who have adopted out of LH have all told me a time line from 6-8 months. So hopefully we would have them in our home by Christmas. Thats if everything goes according to my plan.
Here is the other problem. Well, one of the other problems because there are many obstacles that could fall on our path. The one I am addressing right now is the problem of money. The Haitian adoption is being veiwed as a humanitarian adoption so they are keeping all the fees under the $10,000.00 federal tax credit. Since they are looking to place a lot of children all at once they are talking about arranging a payment plan since not a lot of people have that kind of money to spare. A Ghana adoption would have similarities as well as different finacial problems attached. LH is trying to get them placed quickly because their needs are high and the fact that they are sibling and should remain together. The cost for adopting them will is $$, keeping it under the tax credit as well. However, Ghana makes you file the Visas in person which means a trip to ghana not once to pick up the children, but twice. When I went in April it cost R and I $4,000.00 for 2 round trip tickets. Plus, I will need to add 2 one way tickets to bring them back totaling $10,000.00 if R goes with me on these two trips. I will have to add the $680.00 each to file the two immigration forms. I may be quoting this wrong and if you know differently please let me know but from what I understand this is what we are looking at. I am sure we could find members of the church in Ghana to stay with while we are there so hopefully we would not have to fork out a ton for lodging as well. I have made my concerns about money very clear to Heavenly Father. I know that if this is suppost to be it will happen and the means to bring them here will be there.

Thanks to all my good friends that are reading this blog and care enough to follow me through this journey. You are awesome! Please keep these children in your prayers!

Friday, February 12, 2010

Please read this link!

EXCELLENT Letter from JCICS about the Children in Need

http://betheanswerforchildren.wordpress.com/2010/02/08/would-rene-agree/

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Article about Foyer Di Sion


Photography by Scot Facer Proctor

Maurine and Scot Proctor have been embedded with the Utah Hospital Task Force in Haiti.

To donate to Foyer de Sion orphanage, click here.

Orphans are an epidemic in Haiti. Sometimes these are children without parents, but often they are children given up by parents, too tired and helpless to know how to feed them anymore. It may be a baby tossed over the wall of an orphanage, whose malnourished mother no longer can produce milk. It may be a disabled child whose teenage parent cannot cope.

Now, since the earthquake, the number of orphans has swelled from an estimated 380,000 to more than 600,000. Nobody knows for sure. But they are everywhere.

A couple of years ago 40 4-year-olds were found fending for themselves in a drainage ditch.

Waiting in line at the airport, two women tell us that two children have been dropped off at their apartment in the week they stayed in Haiti. “She is yours now,” the mother says. In the other case, they had to talk the parents out of selling their child into slavery.

So those Haitians who step forward to protect and nurture orphans have a heavy mission, especially since the earthquake when it is difficult to find food, and two Latter-day Saints are foremost among them.


Sister Majorie Mardy

Guesno and Majorie Mardy have three orphanages called Foyer de Sion in Haiti where they are currently caring for 70 children. Known by everyone with affection as Bishop Mardy, he is currently a counselor in the mission presidency in Haiti and she is the Relief Society president. They have plenty to do without adding orphans to the mix.

When the Utah Hospital Task Force first arrived at midnight, Bishop Mardy was at the airport, dressed in a white shirt and tie to greet us, while Majorie, both legs injured when she was pinned for three hours during the earthquake, waited in the car.

Kidnapped!

In the next few days, they were to become our teachers about the plight of orphans in Haiti as we tried to help them, but they were also to teach us something more about how one can maintain grace under pressure, faith when tormented, charity when your own need is furiously calling.


Bishop Guesno Mardy has the face of an angel.

Their anguish began before the earthquake, when on Dec. 6, their three-year-old son Gardy was kidnapped right after an LDS Church service, and they haven’t seen him since. Since the Port-au-Prince police department saw 51 of its members killed in the earthquake and havoc reigns in this nation, you can be certain that the police are not able to follow up on the loss of this one sweet child.

While the Mardys have heard through an informant, that their son is still alive, their hopes of his return seem diminished day by day. How do you live with such an enormity of pain? Where is the nation’s outcry against this kidnapping?

Rain Falls on the Just

Then came the earthquake, and in a further demonstration that rain falls on the just and unjust, Bishop Mardy lost his mother, his sister, his brother-in-law, and a close friend while the world heaved and hurled. They also lost one of the buildings where their orphans were staying and their downtown administrative office.


Bishop Mardy was standing here when the earthquake struck.

Bishop Mardy had just picked up one of their children from school and was walking back toward their office, when not twenty feet from the front door, he felt the earth quake and roar, a choking dust fill the air, and saw his office collapse like a stack of pancakes before his eyes.


Bishop Mardy climbs across the rubble of his former administrative building where his loved ones were killed and his wife was trapped.

His loved ones had passed away as he stood, helpless, before the building. He started to scream in terror, “My wife is dead. My wife is dead.” Then in the cacophony he heard her voice, “Mardy. I’m alive. I’m trapped.”

From her perspective, she was in the office, when the ceiling began to collapse and the earth shook. Pieces of ceiling were falling everywhere, and she cried out, “Jesus, I will not die.” She was thrown to the earth, trapped in place, and her feet were lodged at a painful angle. She was stuck there for three hours until they were able to pull her out.

An earthquake of this magnitude not only provides terror in the moment, but the sick feeling that you cannot know what is happening elsewhere. Has the whole world been destroyed?

No sooner was Majorie free, then Bishop Mardy walked on foot to check on all of their orphans, whom he found to be safe, though one of the orphanages was destroyed. He had to crowd the orphans into the remaining two orphanages. He knew if they were to survive, they had to work as a tightly-organized unit.

Reeling with all this loss and pain, the Mardys have not lost their faith or confidence in God. “I refuse to believe I’m living this kind of nightmare,” Bishop Mardy said. He said he will not be defeated because he knows the plan of salvation.

The Heavy Burden

Still, the burdens are immense in caring for the children, especially in a Haiti that has become completely broken. “When you are running an orphanage,” he said, “you never have enough of anything, and you are always worried about renewing the store of food and goods, which we go through quickly.”

After the earthquake, he had to buy food on credit from good-hearted local business owners and pick his way across a fractured city to find enough water for the children.

“If I could, I would run away,” he laughed ruefully, speaking of the immense burden he carries. “It’s too late for me now. When you put your hand to the plow, you cannot look back.”

When we arrived at the orphanage, the UN was just delivering a large truck full of water. Food was much more scarce, a rare commodity. If parents are willing to give up their children because they cannot provide for a single child, you can only imagine how much more difficult it is to provide for 70.

Bishop Mardy said, “An orphanage is not an ideal place to raise a child, but someone has to do it. We are meant to be a bridge until these children can be adopted.”

Majorie Mardy said they have placed some 500 children with families over the years they have had the orphanage, many of these are with LDS families.

The Beginning

The Mardys began taking in orphans not by design, but responding with compassion to the needs of the helpless. Majorie was in social work in college and was asked by a lady, who ran an orphanage, to take her place during her six-month leave of absence.

Majorie found she was good at it, gifted at giving compassion to these children forgotten and left behind. At that time, a woman came to her who was going to abandon her child who said, “I can’t take care of her. This child is yours.” Then another woman came with a baby, only three days old, who said, “If you don’t take my baby, I’ll leave it in the street.”

She could not let that happen. With those two children, it all began and within the first year, the Mardys were watching twelve children. All of these were adopted by families in America, and they keep in touch with them all to this day.

So it went, little by little, they could not refuse the children who came. They began to be supported by those who came to see what they were doing—including two former Haitian mission presidents, and now, among others, the Morrell Foundation.

They have run the orphanage for 12 years.

Some children live with them a long time, unchosen by an adoptive family. Some children live with them a long time because the Haitian adoption process which used to be only two to three months has stretched to 18 months and sometimes much, much longer.

“Most of the children can be adopted,” Majorie said, “but as they get older, it gets harder.” What happens if they are not chosen by a family? The Mardys keep them and let them become helpers of the younger children. They have several who are in their older teens. “Bishop Mardy becomes their father,” Majorie said.

“This child has been here since 2002,” Bishop Mardy said, nodding toward a child.

The adoption process is complex, because parents cannot take Haitian children out of the country until their identity has been documented, and it is certain that they have been given up by their family. They also have to assure that orphans are both physically mentally healthy.

They cannot, for example, take children who have been left on the street to fare for themselves for too long. These children usually suffer from abuse and post-traumatic stress disorders and have to be cared for at orphanages especially designed for their needs.

Lindsay Crapo, who just adopted 5 Haitian children and is on the board of Foyer de Sion said, “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had a woman relinquish her baby into my arms as she sobbed. One mother brought in her baby, completely dehydrated, so sick one of the nurses had to leave because of emotion. These mothers have to have amazing strength to do what they do, hoping for a better life for their children.”

Some of the Mommies became nannies at the orphanage. Most never see their children again.

A Visit to the Orphanage

We visited the Foyer de Sion orphanage on a steaming afternoon. Children were crowded into the two floors of the building because the other orphanage had collapsed. One room held 15 cribs with babies, some who were crying in a welter of tears, some looking weak. In another room, a pediatrician from New York, checked over the sick ones with coughs or aches.

One LDS man from America down in Haiti to see what he could do to help introduced us to the three-year old wearing a Superman shirt. “This orphanage has 59 children and one super man.” The boy looked proud, than swooped away.

Another told us the orphanage was short on food today.

We ventured upstairs where children were laughing and teasing, undulating toward us as we climbed the stairs and then falling back. Their faces were so bright and beautiful, the most alive and vibrant children we’d ever seen. The walls were full of the pictures they colored. One was a picture of Christ with the message, “Je suis un enfant de Dieu.” “I am a child of God.”

A little boy noticed we liked that sign and excitedly showed us that signs like that were all over the orphanage. “See,” he said, pointing with glee. “See.”

We sang “I am a child of God,” with the children, and many knew it. We tried other primary songs and they knew many of those as well—singing in French to our English.

Bishop Mardy said that he teaches the children the gospel and takes them to church each week. They love it. Majorie said that if they do something wrong, all anyone has to say to them, is that then they won’t be able to go church and they cry because they want to go to church no matter what.

They swell the ranks of the primary, when they arrive each week.

One little girl picked out Scot as her special friend and sat on his lap for two hours, while we were at the orphanage. Perhaps, she thought she might get to go with us when it was time to leave. Perhaps she just wanted gum, which they call generically call “Chiclet” after the brand name.

As we gathered our things to go and she had to leave his lap, her face crumpled, tears fell and she wailed.

New Orphanage

Bishop Mardy has been in the process of building a new orphanage for five years. Because it is built well, it survived the earthquake without a crack, while a nearby building completely collapsed. It is a spacious building, airy and cool, in these hot Haiti days.

It is scheduled to be finished in five months, if all goes well. Things don’t usually go well in a nation decimated by an earthquake. Meanwhile, to alleviate the crowding where they are, the orphans are going to move into the unfinished facility, and the construction crew of the Utah Hospital Task Force has finished several building projects on the grounds to make it livable, including an outdoor kitchen, a latrine, and a wall around the facility to secure the perimeter.

In the front of the orphanage are four new graves, the family and loved ones of Bishop Mardy, killed in the earthquake.

For Bishop Mardy, as director of the orphanage, there are a thousand worries in a land that is no longer functioning and at least seventy mouths to feed.

He gently handles these concerns, emanating a quiet peace and power.

But he cries when we show him the flyer that a task force member created, displaying a picture of his kidnapped son with a reward for his return. Some burdens—like the orphanage are difficult to carry. Some burdens—like a son who has been kidnapped—are nearly impossible.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

In a good place ...for now

Here are the boring details.
All of our paperwork is in.
Criminal background checks...check
family profile...check
reference letters...check
birth certificates...check
marriage certificate...check
financial summary...check
Medical profiles...check
Vet letter...check
family picture...check
Home evaluation... Heres the deal with that.

There is a domestic evaluation and a international evaluation. More questions and more money is involved with getting an international evaluation done. Normally you need a international home study with Haiti but they are trying to get these children out on a humanitarian visa so that would forgo the international process, we think. But this situation is so different that no one really knows and things change quickly. They (Families for children) told me to wait until we know for sure what will be needed and then they would send someone over and we would get the right evaluation done in a day. We are still on the core list of families and if it happens we are set. So we are unofficially officially done.

The past few weeks I have only been sure of two things...
#1. I have children somewhere
#2. I need to get my home study done and Heavenly Father would take care of the rest.
So I feel good that I have accomplished what I can on my own. Now we wait. In some ways that's the easy part...in some ways its the hardest part. But the temple is my solace. When I enter I know that Heavenly Father is aware and making things happen. I feel close to him and safe in his arms. I know he knows the end of this story. I know he has his own time line. I know he knows that I am listening and willing to obey.
The power of the temple has never been so clear to me as it has been in the past month.It feels me with faith, keeps me in perspective and makes things clear to my mind.

On another note. I love R. I am so grateful to be his. He has been a doll during this whole thing. I am grateful for his testimony and worthiness. I am grateful he is willing to add to our already chaotic life. He is my best friend. I have this theory (if you will) called "full potential". It started out as a joke of sorts but it works well and I am grateful R played along and is still playing along.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Haiti drive continues...They are still asking for help!

HI All,
This is an email I received from the lady I have been working with at For Every Child. I have been amazed how much we have been able to collect. As you can see by reading Deanns Email, your donations have made a huge impact. However, our work is not done. I will continue to collect formula, bottles, cloth diapers for the children but please look over this new list and provide anyway you can for the other people of Haiti. You can bring them to my house and I will get them to where they need to go or you can take them to Deanns home.
I am so grateful to all my friends for collecting, forwarding emails and helping me in this cause. It really means a lot to me and I am overwhelmed by the love I feel from all of you. People have called ma form Ogden to Prove and brought truck loads of items to my house. My dinning room has filled up at least 3 times. Please continue to spread the word and get this info out.
Aimee Snow


Begin forwarded message:


Hello Everyone,

I had some communication with Laura Trinnaman today and she has asked for more help form all of us. There has been a great outpouring of generosity on behalf of the children at Foyer de Sion and Laura has now been asked to help with the needs of others outside of the orphanage. There is an LDS ward that is in desperate need of assistance and another group has asked for help with 100 homeless families. Many have great faith in the charitable nature of us as US citizens. I know that many of you have already donated or headed up donations but, what we are asking is to extend our reach to others who may not have had the opportunity to help. Without exception, the people that I have talked with about Haiti have felt very helpless and want to do something. Here is a great opportunity. We will be collecting items or cash to buy things that will go into an XXL Ziploc bag. If you have not seen one of these bags believe me, they are big. These bags will be filled with very basic needs and distributed to families. I have included a list of all the items that are needed for these kits. We need to collect as much as we can as quickly as possible. The kits will then be assembled and sent out to Haiti. People are literally starving to death and dying due to lack of basic care. Volunteers are doing the best they can but there are not enough supplies to go around. If you are too far to bring donations but would still like to help you can have people send a check or cash to For Every Child or to Me, Deanne Walker and we will buy the needed items. If you do send money make it clear that it is for Haiti. We count all donations as sacred and they will be used wisely. The addresses to deliver donations to are:




Donation List


Food
Rice 25lb
Beans 25lb
Olive Oil
Crackers – Saltine
Candy
Sugar 10lb
Flour 25lb
Water - bottled
Spaghetti
Corn Flour 25lb
Powdered Juice – lg can
Peanut butter
Jelly
Ramen Noodles – case
Cereal – lg. bag
Beef\Chicken Bouillon

Personal Care

Hand Towels
Plastic plates
Plastic utensils
Diapers
Female Sanitation Supplies
Toothbrushes/paste
Shampoo
Bar Soap
Dish soap – small
Laundry detergent
Body lotion

Medical Supplies
Mask
Tylenol
Cough Medicine
Advil
Alcohol swabs
Cotton/ Gauze

Household Items

Tent– lightweight, family size
Flashlights
Batteries for flashlights
Duct Tape
Toys for children
Shoes
XXL Ziplocs
XL Ziplocs


The sizes indicated are the amounts going into each bag. There are some items that we will be putting multiples in the bags. If you donate items different in quantity than listed that is great, we will divide them up in Ziplocs.

If you have any questions at all please call me. Hopefully we can put together the majority of items needed through our efforts. Every one of you has been so patient and willing to help. Your efforts and support given to these beautiful people in their time of great need are deeply appreciated.


Deanne Walker

Monday, February 8, 2010

The Ghana Boys

I know the boys names! These are the same boys from previous post of mine in Africa. I have learned of them in more detail just resently in my quest to figure out what the Lords plan for me is. I have made many new great friends over the past 3 weeks. Thank you for sending me pictures. These are two of my most favorite faces in the world. Maybe someday I will see them on a daily basis. Only my Heavenly Father knows how this story ends.

( I have removed their story as of 4/2/10. To see why read this.)

They are very small for their age. However, to me they are giants! When I look at them I feel as if I am looking into the eyes of my Savior. Faith, hope, love, sacrifice are all characteristics of the Savior that I hope to master some day but these boys, so young and under privledged have mastered it already. Without knowing their story they touched my heart the moment I saw them. They embody everything I believe in the world. I have been so blessed to know them.

The hard thing is that I find myself thinking of them before I go to sleep and imaging them in my home, waking me up and asking for breakfast. I see the younger one playing with my son (jumping on beds and getting into trouble) and a the older one being protective of my girls. I wake up thinking about if their bellies are full or not. I also feel an urgency in time. Every day that goes by is one day less to getting them what they need. I try not to let myself go there but it is hard. It is too easy to see them as mine and that scares me a little.

I know that Heavenly Father is guiding me through this process and I need to have faith that he knows my children and he knows the timeline. Whatever happens will be what he wants to happen.

So...until then....still waiting

The Annoucement

Where to begin? Well, as some of you know already, R and I have talked about adoption ever since our little experience in Africa. However, with the change of his career and our financial situations of this year we put those ideas on the back burner. During the month of January we were challenged by the Stake Presidency to attend the temple weekly. On those trips I experienced deep feelings, or impressions about my family. I knew I would adopt someday, however I was not in a position to act now.
When the Haiti earthquake hit we all witnessed, thanks to modern technology, the gruesome aftermath that followed. The already impoverished country, filled with orphans, was now more impoverished and now bursting at the seams with orphans. It was a scene that touched R and I. A few days later R turned to me and said "What if we have kids in Haiti?" HE had been having some feelings as well. My heart dropped into my stomach. I could not imagine adding to my stress level of 5 children and our financial situation. I told R that we still could not afford it right now and so on and so on (as far as excuses go my list was endless). The conversation ended. Over the next few days that conversation was never far from my mind, how could it be with the images we saw on TV.
That following Wednesday I sat in the temple in the most spiritual session I have ever been in. I knew I had more children. I could not deny that. Where they in Haiti? I wasn't sure. But I knew the Lord was trying to tell me something.
The following Friday, I could not shake it any longer. I committed to spend 30 minutes on the phone. (Yes, 30 minutes) I knew if I hit roadblocks I would know it was not my time and I would be done worrying about it. I sat at my desk trying to figure out what to google, who to call, where to start.
28 minutes to go... Here is where my story begins to take some unexpected turns.
Lets go back 2 months to Festival of Trees. I had put my heart and soul into our committee tree "Its a wonderful Wife". I was sure it would sell for $3,000. I was so upset when it only sold for $1,750. It put a damper on my whole Festival week. As the Festival days went by I was sick of feeling sad. I don't do well with negative baggage (for those of you who don't know this about me). I prayed that I would be able to get over these feelings and feel good about everything. When I prayed a peace came over me that said everything happens for a reason. I was good with that. I delivered me tree ( with the help of my awesome committee members) the following Sunday and to my surprise it had been bought by a adoption agency. This lady had children of all ages and races running around her house. We talked a little bit about adoption and she gave me her card. I honestly did not make much out of it. Funny how the Lord prepares you for things.
Back to the present day....who to call, where to start...Oh, this ladies card is here on my desk so what the heck. I called her to see if she knew anything going on in Haiti as far as adoption goes, she did not. She does not do international. Okay then, thanks anyway....26 minutes left. Oh wait, She use to know a lady who dealt with International adoption and here is her # maybe she know something, its been a while.
Call # 2 and 25 minutes to go.... "Hello, this is Deann"
I tell Deann my short version of the story so far. She is working with For Every Child, An Agency who places children from the Foyer de Sion Orphanage in Haiti. She is , As we speak she is compiling a list of families willing to adopt Haitian orphans whom they are trying to rescue out of Haiti ASAP. I begin answering her questions. "Girl or Boy" she ask....I say " siblings" she gets excited "no one says they can take siblings" I tell her about my time in Africa and about the two brothers I love so much. She says she will email me more forms but I need to get my homestudy done and I will need BCI's and I realize...I should probably call R.
20 minutes to go and I also realize, Heavenly Father does not play around.
I call R and tell him that I have been up to something this morning. He is so happy and completly on board and tells me to do it. I call Deann back and say...Okay, lets go ahead.

Enter the world of adoption. I realize I have no idea what I am doing. Adoption is a huge process of BCI, homestudies, paperwork, and forms. But, add to that this Haiti situation where everything can change in one day or even one hour. We selected an agency (A Guardain Angel) to do our homestudy, only to have it change 2 days later. Now we needed to go with a state acredited agency because it was looking more like it would fall into a foster to adopt situation. So we changed again (Families For Children). It turned into a 2 week crash coarse on adoption.

Wait, I am getting ahead of myself here...
The day after I talked with Deann (the first time, we are good ol' friends now) She asked me what orphanage I was at in Ghana. Please keep in mind that there are a lot of them. I could not remember the name of it, only that it was run by a man named J. She asked me if his name was Bishop K, I said I did not think so. She told me she knew of some people that had been working with him. His orphange was called Lucky something?? and had success getting a good group of kids to families in the US. If the Haiti thing does not work out she thought I should try that route. After talking to her I was curious and looked back through my Ghana stuff. Sure enough I was at the Lucky Hills Orphanage with Bishop JK. I sent her a picture a of me with the kids explaining where the two brothers in the picture were. She called me right back...
That is (names removed and will be referred to as the boys). We have been praying to find them a family. Maybe the Haiti thing happened so you would look into it and come across the boys again.
I became a little bit overwhelmed for the next two days as I ran around filing papers and trying to figure out what I was getting into. Figuring out the Haiti thing, Figuring out the Ghana thing, figuring out the adoption process...Add to this, the fact that at one of many temple visit my car was hit in the parking lot so I was also running around getting estimates and trying to get that fixed. Also, I was heading up this huge donation drive for the Haiti orphans for For every Child. At one point I was crying alone in my car when I heard these sweet words whisper to me "I will keep turning your head if you just keep moving your feet." I knew as long as I stayed in contact with the Lord and followed his promptings I would end up in the right place...no matter where that is.
So the annoucement is that we are officially trying to adopt. We are hopeful at this point that the Haiti sitiuation will work out for us. However, if it does not we will look elsewhere. I want to share the boys story with you as well but will in another entry. I never thought that this blog would turn into a place for me to vent as I stepped into this world of adoption. But that is where we are right now...and the waiting game begins.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

The return of Lucky hills


Well, strange things are happening. I am not sure if strange is the word. Divine, perhaps? Divine, for sure! The Lord has turned my head once again and I am trying to figure out where he is taking me. He works in marvelous ways! I will post more as things make more sense to me.
Heavenly Father hears the prayers in our hearts even when we are to afraid to say them out loud.
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CHANGE

 

 
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One last adventure, Please?

 

 
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Anomabo Beach





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The door of no return

 

 

 

 
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Sureal Experience

This is the entrance to the male slave dungeons. It is by far the most hideous place I have ever stood in my life. The stories, the inhumanity, the screams still haunt this place.
We first meet up with our tour guide and group, it was obvious we were defiantly the minority. I walked down the stairs and then it got very steep. I had to hold onto R for support. It was dark and muggy. The whole dungeon was dug on a slant with a gutter running down the middle and connecting to smaller gutters. It divided into 4 large rooms the first room was completely walled off with a door. The tour guide told us that this is were the trouble makers were so they could not empower the rest of the captives and start a revolt. We stood in the room and the tour guide stood by a mark about 4 feet high on the wall. He told us that when excavators came into the room a few years ago the floor we were standing on was burried 4 feet deep. The 4 feet came in the form of feces and decomposed bodies. They would let men die in here and never remove them. I lost it and turned to R. "I can't do this, lets go" but he put his arms around me and I listened longer. The slant of the dungeon and the gutters were to collect bodily waste and carry it "downstream". However if you happen to be in the lower level you would end up laying in everyone elses waste. He told us how they would put so many men in here, chained together. No light but tiny windows lay about 15 feet up the wall. I looked around at all my fellow tour mates beautiful African faces and could not bring myself to the understanding as to how humanity was so lost.
We walked down to the bottem level of the dungeon. It was obvious that a door use to be present here. It was now a shrine with flowers and objects that must have some great symbolism to some one who felt a personnel tie to this place. The tour guide said that this use to be the door that lead the prisoners to the inner corridor and their march to the door of no return. When slavery was abolished the door was sealed.
Here I am. I small white girl form Utah, far from home in a country called Ghana. I was standing in the midst of Africans who I could see being captive here a long time ago. I was completely taken with them and felt like I had been pushed into the past. The very ground I was standing on held so much pain. I also could not help but feel guilty, guilty of my ancestors ( I have a lot of southern blood in me) who felt that a human life was worthless if their skin was dark.
There was a large African man standing next to me. He asked the guide "Who is at fault for all of this, the white man or the black man?" I wanted to die, my heart beat speed up. The guide said " It is everyones fault. The white man did not need to hunt or seek the African man. Tribes would have disagreements with each other and sell one another to the white man. The Africans made it easy for the white man. Everyone is at fault." Other people began to share comments and I could not believe I was standing here. I humbly followed R as he headed up the steep slope to the light of day. It was slippery and wet from humidity. R always seems to forget his legs are about a foot longer then mine and he walks a little faster then me. I was nervous I could not keep my balance and I would slip. I felt a hand on my back as I approached the stair and turned to see the large African man helping me up. I told him thank you and he smiled at me. A complete gentleman.
After all that has happened in our history between two races He could generously help me up that hill and out of the dungeon. I will never forget that experience as long as I live!

The room that everyone is heading up to was a large ballroom that was actually used for auctions. The slaves were sold for money, goods and guns. A smaller built man would be worth one gun and a larger man would get 7 to 10 guns.

Looking over the wall at the surrounding fishing village
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Slave Castle

This is the courtyard of the slave castle. Up the stairs were the officer rooms and offices. You can see "The Door Of No Return" down the corridor. I don't think I have ever felt so white in my life.
Those are cannon balls stacked up...However due to heat and humidity they have all molted and rusted together. No use now...that's okay the sea water ruined the cannons so nothing to shoot the balls with. You can see the door to the Male Slave dungeon off to the left.

Such a pretty view from up here but ironic that such horrible things took place behind these walls. I read a couple books about the slave castle when I got back. Apparently the cannons and ammunition were always not working and so they relied on rumors and looks alone to build the reputation that you did not want to mess with this place.

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Goodbye to Lucky Hills

I spent the rest of my day singing songs, reading books, and answering questions about that wonderful land called America. The kids see it as a magically land, kind of like the way I used to think Oz or Narnia when I first read those books or heard those stories. Ryan joined me for a while and took pictures. I did not know what time it was when it actually came time to going home. Ryan came back to the class and told me that not only was school out but it had been out for a while. He asked me if I heard the bell. I did not hear anything. I asked the kids if they heard it and they all said yes. When I asked them why they did not tell me they could leave they said it was because they loved me.
It was hard to fight back tears. I began to tell them goodbye and they began to cry. Grabbing at my arms and hands, they kissed me wherever they could. They pleaded to sing one more song and the only song I could think of was I am Child of God. I knew that most of their lives would be filled with heartache and unimaginable struggles. Joseph did a very good job taking cre of them for African standards but they could only find shelter here for so long. I knew that if they knew they were a child of God, there life would have so much more meaning. I began to sing and to my suprise they all sang along with me. Joseph had taugh them this much already. What a good man. But the flood gates can't hold back my tears when the spirit is so near and I wept. Kissing there little fuzzy heads and chocolate cheeks.

I litarally had to tear myself out of there. My heart was so heavy to leave them. I left the brick classroom and began to walk back to the car when someone called out. It was Eric, the older boy in my class that day.
I will never forget the conversation that took place. Not only because of how deeply it pierced my heart but how the Lord gave me the words to say.
Eric pleaded that I take him with me to America. He kept saying how he did not have a father. I told him I could not take him with me. He again told me that he did not have a father and he needed one. We both were crying as I searched for the words to comfort this boy.
"Eric," I said "You do have a father. You have a father in heaven. Your Heavenly Father loves you and knows you and hears you. He is speaking to you all the time and you need to listen to him and talk to him. He will help you grow to be a good man and take care of his children" I hugged him and we cried. I turned and headed once more for the car.
With the car insight I heard my name and turned once more. It was Kathy. She was giving the underwear I had brought to the nannies. ( Thank you to everone who donated underwear and books) She asked if I could explain to them that superman was for boys and princess are for girls. I started to, then it dawned on me...It did not matter. If the girls want to wear the super hero undies then so be it. Its underwear...just something to cover a naked bum is great. Kathy agreed with me and we laughed at our logical american reasoning. We took a few pictures as Thank you and hugs were shared with the wemon. I could see my little man laying on the mattress in the room. I was glad to not say good bye to him. Of all the kids there I wanted to keep him for my own.

Finally I got to the car and sat next to Ryan in the back seat. I told everyone not to talk to me for a minute and I burried my face in my hands and cried.
Sad for those children who do not have a home,
greatful for those children that are happy anyway
Thankful for the life I have and
extremly blessed that Heavenly Father would allow me
one day in Heaven.