“Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, nor have entered into the heart of man the things which God has prepared for those who love Him.” 1 Corinthians 2:9

Monday, November 12, 2018


Three and a half years ago I saw a picture....a picture that made my heart stand still. A picture of a precious boy, five years old and the size of an infant. A picture with a familiar background. Did you know that when you have adopted? You have an automatic response when looking at photos of kids in orphanages to survey the surroundings and see if it is somewhere you have been. This WAS somewhere I had been.This was somewhere that haunts my dreams. This was our daughter Sophias' “home” for four years.

I inquired about him and was so relieved to hear that a family was committed to adopting him, and they would call him Christopher ("bearing Christ")! Praise God. I messaged this family and was so fortunate to begin a relationship with Lynda.
A few months later I saw ANOTHER photo.  A photo of a precious 7 year old girl. and again my heart stopped.  Yes I had walked the halls of this orphanage. This was where Sophia lived, this is where Christopher lived.

I inquired about this little girl and was told no family had shown any interest in her and with her list of conditions, she would be very hard to place. Could we turn our backs? In good conscience, no!
So our journey began. 
After much paperwork, fundraising and prayer we made our first trip to visit Victoria. Guess who was at the orphanage to meet her son AT THE EXACT SAME TIME? Yep, Christopher's mama! it was wonderful to get to compare notes on our children and to actually meet Lynda in person and spend some time with her.
We both struggled mightily leaving our children behind as their fragile state worried us. Christopher was 5 and weighted ten pounds  Victoria was 7 and weighed 9 pounds. It was surreal.

A few long months late our children were home. Victoria to Oregon, Christopher to Texas.
Neither child had a diagnosis given at the orphanage but after genetic testing we discovered both children have the same syndrome. Wolf-Hirschhorn is a rare genetic disorder that occurs when part of chromosome 4 is deleted.Wolf-Hirschhorn affects many parts of the body, both physical and mental.We suspect that Christopher and Victoria may be related as well, though we have not confirmed with testing. Isn't that absolutely amazing?! 
The first year and a half was so very difficult.  Both of our children had medical crisis after medical crisis. But even with so many steps back they have grown and thrived. 
And now, two and a half years later, I was given the opportunity to watch Christopher for three weeks while his mama and daddy take and well deserved vacation. 
What a trip it has been to see these long lost orphanage mates reconnect! They are both non verbal and non mobile but words are not needed.

I see God's hand in this journey every step of the way and am so thankful that He has allowed these precious children to reconnect.

Linda, Victoria, Christopher and me (with Sophia on my back)

Sunday, May 28, 2017

Hope Tortilla

Tor Tor
Little Munk
          But my favorite nickname for this well loved girl?
Hope Tortilla 
Our daughter who struggles with speech continued to call her Hope after we adopted her (Hope was her pseudonym on Reece's Rainbow) we explained to her that now her name is VICTORIA.
That was a tough one for her to pronounce.... so now she puts the two together, and we have a Hope Tortilla.
I smile every time I hear this. Our little forgotten girl.... how you are loved and adored by your Family. 
Something so simple means so much.

Saturday, January 14, 2017

Milestone #9

Happy Birthday Victoria....NINE?!?!

Who knew?
Who could have guessed?
You have fought for every victory...and you have done it with such joy!

How we would have loved to have had your first eight years with you. 
How heartbreaking it is to know that those years were taken from you.
But with each moment of eye contact, 
Each squeal of happiness,
Every time we see you straighten your little legs,
Every time you roll over,
When you reach for a toy,
When you light up to your favorite song,
Every ounce you gain,
Each inch you grow,
Every time you bless us with your beautiful smile,


"You plead my cause, you right my wrongs
You break my chains, you overcome
You gave your life, to give me mine
You say that I am free
How can it be? Yeah
How can it be?"
I Am Yours...Lauren Daigle

We Praise Jesus that He saved you...for His purpose.

And lest we forget....this was Victoria a little more than year ago. 


Happy Birthday Love. 

Saturday, December 10, 2016

Life: 365

I so much wanted this blog post to be meaningful
life changing
powerful ......
Yet I don't have it in me.
I don't have the words.

I read blogs that cut straight to my heart.....eloquent, convicting.
I wish I was that writer...because I have so much to say.
I have been trying to say it for the 365 days Victoria's been home.
Look at my previous posts.
I have tried, but unless you can see into my heart you really can't know.

She has changed me

They ALL have changed me

Life is hard
And my biggest wish for you readers is that you could experience this hard life.
Not so you will say, "Wow....how do you do it!"
No, not that at all.
I want you to experience this hard life so that you can also be immeasurably changed and incredibly blessed.
So that you, too, can find the real meaning in life when you are called by God.
When you push down the fear and the excuses and you rely wholly on Him.

And then.
And then...

Hidden in the diaper changes and the therapies.
The hospitalizations and the worries.
The fears. The sleepless nights...
you find Joy and Peace.
That friends, is my prayer for you.

It was one year ago today that we walked out of the orphanage with Victoria.

But you know her story...I have told it.
What you don't know....what you can't know....is how very close she was to dying.  How can a child be 8 years old and only weigh 9 pounds...how?

Her skin was sallow
Her eyes were hollow
She barely moved
She had so much dark hair on her legs and arms and back (the bodies defense when extremely malnourished)
Maybe you are tired of hearing about it.
I'm sorry if you are.

I wish she was the only one.
I wish I could forget about the ones who still wait.
The ones who will die waiting.
I wish I could UNSEE.
I wish you COULD see.


The reality is most of these children will not be adopted.
Most of them will die.
Share these children......speak up.

Support a foster family
Support an adopting family.

Life is challenging for adoptive and foster families.
Don't forget about us, though we smile and say it's ok.
It is easier to say we are fine...then to explain.
You can't adopt?
You can't foster?
Find a family in your community ...adopt that family!

Adoption of all kinds makes ALL the difference! 

Monday, October 17, 2016


The changes...physical, cognitive, emotional....are incredible.
It take so little to change a life.....
We are so blessed.




Now that you've seen the changes family life, love, medical care and nourishment has made in my children, imagine the change that would happen if these lost little ones below are adopted.  They are waiting, sadly even languishing, without families.  Would you pray over their pictures when you read this? Would you share? Even consider opening your family to one of them? 

He has shown you, O man, what is good;
And what does the Lord require of you
But to do justly,
To love mercy,

And to walk humbly with your God?   Micah 6:8

Penn is 7 years old now and has spinal bifida. Look at his sweet cheeks!  http://reecesrainbow.org/53272/penn

Lonny is just a very little boy who needs a mommy!  Could it be you? http://reecesrainbow.org/112142/lonny

Vivian needs medical care and love before she loses her sweet smile. http://reecesrainbow.org/103317/vivian

Isabelle will age out too soon. She's eligible for a $10,000 grant! http://reecesrainbow.org/4400/isabelle-2-2

Sunday, September 11, 2016

A Bittersweet Goodbye

I like to think it was FAITH.
But to be HONEST it was more a combination of ignorance and stubbornness.
Her medical report from the orphanage is daunting.
Failure to Thrive...Marasmus 
Trisomy 21
Cerebral Palsy 
Atrial Septal Defect
Ventricular Septal Defect
Pseudobulbar Paralysis
Vitamin D Deficiency

Almost four years ago she was a ten pound four year old.....with just enough energy to stay alive.

In her orphanage she was fed through an NG (nasal-gastric) tube.
So thankful for that tube....even though the calories given through the tube were barely sufficient for survival...the water given through that little tube was her life source.

Pseudo-bulbar paralysis/palsy
  "a medical condition characterized by the inability to control facial movements (such as chewing and speaking) and caused by a variety of neurological disorders."
We were told she could not/would never... suck, swallow, chew.

One month after we arrived home we had a g-tube placed.

"A gastrostomy tube (also called a G-tube) is a tube inserted through the abdomen that delivers nutrition directly to the stomach. It's one of the ways doctors can make sure kids with trouble eating get the fluid and calories they need to grow."

That little device became our best friend......it allowed us to gradually teach Sophia to eat and drink, without the worry of her caloric intake. 

And so today we say goodbye to her g- tube. 
She has been eating and drinking independently.....Can she eat a burger and fries independently? Not yet.....but she certainly can spoon feed herself most anything as long as it is semi- puréed!
And she can drink from a straw like a champ, without a single hint of aspiration.

We did not know if this day would come. We are so blessed and thankful that it did.....however Sophia has value because she is a Child  of God. Our Daughter. Loved and Adored..
G-tube nutritional  or oral nutrition? 
Non-.Verbal or verbal?
Wheelchair or walking?
Neither here nor there.....she is who she is, and we will do our best to help her become her best self, whatever that looks like.

So with thankful hearts we say a bittersweet goodbye to this g-tube. 

Post tube removal oatmeal!

Saturday, July 30, 2016

Developmental Profile? Pfffft!

For just a moment...for just a breath.....the sadness was there.

Even the most basic question had to be answered “NO":
(When your child is held in a sitting position, does she ever try to reach for something with her hands?)
The more “advanced"questions:
(Does your child consider what friends want to do when planning activities with friends?)
She is so very far "behind" in all categories. 


It's true.
It's obvious.
It cannot be denied.

But then....she makes eye contact with me.

She holds her head up independently.....with only support partway up her torso. 

She listens closely when her brother who is on vacation calls and asks to talk to his “Boo".

She absolutely ROCKS her new glasses!

Victoria has had so many challenges.
The first eight years of her life were a struggle just to survive another day.

She had no life in her body..but more disturbing...she had no life in her eyes.

Since we have adopted her she has had a variety of health issues.
(We still have no definitive answers …particularly to the source of the last infection that kept her in the hospital for six days.)
The difference?….She has been loved through each and every challenge.
She has had family with her every moment.
So, though she is still off the charts on the DP-3, the progress she has made is astounding.
I do know with utmost certainty that a Developmental Profile test
will not ever come close to accurately assessing how hard this girl works for every gain that she makes, nor will it ever take into account the things she has experienced those things that would make you and I curl up and die. 
She is a fighter.
She is an overcomer.

And her journey has just begun.