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Friday, May 13, 2011

The difference between life and death...

I have said it before and I will say it again. Saving a child in an Eastern European orphanage or mental institution (like my Alexander) is LITERALLY the difference between life and death.

It breaks my heart to post this here; another family adopting from EE has lost their child---one month before they were set to rescue him. Their dossier was submitted on April 26th. ONE. MONTH. And now, he is gone forever never knowing the love of his papa and momma. GONE.

His papa wrote the most poignant blog. I pray to God that I never, ever have to write such a heart wrenching post.

Please pray for the Stolz family as they move forward to still rescue Matt. Please read Papa's blog and leave them a message.You can read Jacob's mommy's blog post by clicking here: More Tulips From Holland

God bless and keep the Stolz family. Fly high with your Heavenly Father Jacob, rest easy in His arms sweet boy.

Before you

Before I knew you

I never knew what I was missing

I never knew love could be so pure

I never knew rolling over would make me cry

Before I saw your face

I never realized the beauty I was missing

I never realized how precious motherhood truly is

I never realized how my heart would swell in my throat when you cry

I was a mother once before you

But I was missing something

I think back now and wonder what your brother did

And what I shorted myself on during his infant years

Before you, a doctor never said, “I’m sorry”

Before you, a stranger never said, “I’m sorry”

Before you, those I thought were friends never said, “I’m sorry”

Before you, I never felt sorry for all of them

Before you I never knew what I was missing

Before you I was not a bad person or a bad mommy but….

I am a better person for the time that has come since you came to me.

For my sweet Joseph, you have taught your mommy so very much and I love you all the more for it.

Christie Taylor March 7, 2008

My Blessed Child

My Blessed Child
My child, my love.
You are my gift.
The one I never dreamed of.

So sweet and pure
With a smile to light the room
when the world seems a blur.

I could hold you tight
And never let go
but then again...

I think I won’t
for that just wouldn’t be right.

You are a teacher, a mover,a mind-changer
You will likely never know a stranger.

47 chromosomes have made you blessed.
To change the world,
on our shoulders the task now rests.

For a little while longer
I will hold you close and show you the way. Then I will set you free
and then smile and say,

“Now go change the world my blessed child.”

by Christie Taylor

April 23, 2009

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Friday, May 13, 2011

The difference between life and death...