Monday, April 23, 2012

One more.

 Welcome baby Ben to the world and the GSF family!
When you give them your breath, life is created, and you renew the face of the earth.  -Psalm 104:30
The face of the Earth was renewed on Tuesday when little Ben was born.

Monday, April 16, 2012


Today, the GSF family is +3.  Whenever new kids come in it is a bitter-sweet situation.  Bitter because of the situation of why they are at GSF and sweet because they have a good place to live now.  It's like beauty from ashes.  Meet our three newest ...
Daniel (AKA Danny)
Welcome to the family!  More pictures later!

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

All to the Creative God

I listen as the Hyrax ends his song to the Creator and the daytime creatures awake and takeover.  I walk over to a spot where the day is seen awakening in its fullest, prettiest form.  At least 5 kinds of birds sing their songs to the one who made them – the Creative God.  Somewhere overhead another kind of bird joins in drumming with sound of his wings flapping through the air louder than other birds.  But, he does not care that is his song just like all around there are tons of other birds making all kinds of different noises.  But that is only the actual choir … the backdrop makes a difference too … the backdrop screams His name.  The black night sky turns into one filled with soft grayish colors and beautiful shades of pink and they scream, ‘look at the creator!  Look at what he has done!’  And then … slowly, slowly, he pink and the gray turn into bright blue and white clouds and they to scream His name, ‘Look, it’s a brand new day … all the fears of the night are gone … God has given you a second chance!  Joy comes in the morning!’  And of course, what’s a song without a dance?  The tall green dancers are taking a break but they are beautiful … covered in dew drops they make this scene look even more magnificent.  The purple and yellowish-orange flowers are the dancers currently on stage … the birds help move them ... they land and again fly off sending the purple flowers bouncing up in down.  The bright orange, yellow and green leaves in the forest add in their part … making this even more beautiful.  The monkeys crash through the trees putting a unique twist to this show.  Their music and their dance moves me … it makes me want to add in my own part … so here I add it in … and maybe others will be moved by music and use their gifts … to join in the dance … and move with all creation singing … not only because He is Creator God because He is The Creative God … and He gives us all our own unique song making one beautiful melody … stretching from east to west and north to south.  Join in with me … where is your part?
This is my story, this is my song, 
 praising my Savior all the day long; 
 this is my story, this is my song, 
 praising my Savior all the day long. 
(Taken from 

Thursday, April 5, 2012

A year free of struggles & sorrows ....

.... for Gloria

Dearest Gloria,
When we came to GSF four years ago I honestly didn’t know how to respond to you.  At first I didn’t really even want anything to do with you.  I don’t remember when that changed, but now I am so glad it did.  There were so many times when I would go see you in the hospital and thought you wouldn’t make it out.  You did sweet girl, you made it out of the hospital every. Single. Time.  God had a bigger plan for you … A much bigger plan for you.  I am forever grateful that I got to sit and watch that big plan for you unfold.  Many people would think you wouldn’t have even made it to GSF.  Many little girls and boys in your village just like you ‘accidently die’ as little babies.  Gloria, that wasn’t God’s plan for you.  He made it nearly impossible for that to happen to you, sweet girl.  He brought you to GSF where you would be safe and loved.  Maybe part of His beautiful plan for your life was to come and change my heart.  Because, you and the other special needs kids at GSF did.  My heart for special needs kids has grown beyond what I could have ever imagined.
Gloria, a year and almost a month ago I heard something I always knew was coming, but wasn’t prepared to hear.  Auntie Justine told me ‘Gloria, she … she … dies.’  I put on my shoes as fast as I could knowing my mom was already there.  Looking back now I would think I would have walked quickly.  No, I didn’t I walked slowly along.  Solome was walking that way but I didn’t tell her, ask her, or cry then.  I didn’t want to believe it, sweet girl.  I always knew that would happen but I didn’t think it would be right then.  You had seemed perfectly fine.  My mom found Solome and I coming and told us ‘she’s with Jesus.’  I immediately knew it was you but Solome didn’t know.  I didn’t cry then either.  I think I was in too much shock.  I remember as Nurse Sarah told Auntie Marjorine, ‘remember how Gloria always used to try to dance when we turned on music?  Now she’s really dancing.’
 I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, but I didn’t cry right then.  Later that day I sat in the pavilion crying with the girls in your house.  You probably think that’s the craziest thing you’ve ever heard because you’re having a great time now!  No, we weren’t crying because we were sad for you, we were crying because we missed you, because we loved you and we still do and I was crying because I was wishing I had spent more time with you.  Sweet Gloria, to us here on earth the one year you have been gone seems like such a long time, but I know that to you it seems like you have only been gone for a little while.
I remember that one time I came to see you in the hospital.  You had a big old nasty wound and it was filled with ants.  We asked the nurse to clean and put a new bandage on it but she said all the sterile bandages were locked in a room and the ‘man with the key’ was gone.  You would have to wait till tomorrow.  I know that was only one of your many struggles and you have probably had much worse troubles than ants in a disgusting wound.
Gloria, there are many times when I sit with Rosie and want to do that more because I feel like I didn’t sit with you enough and I regret that now.  I can’t wait to one day have a huge dance party with you, Emma, Norah and all the others with Jesus.  I have found myself singing ‘I can only imagine’ a lot these days.  I would like to think that I will sing and dance for Jesus and then come and find you, Norah and Emma. Anyways, there are countless times we think about you, sweet girl … countless.  Even now as I am writing this tears are welling up in my eyes.  I miss you so much sweet girl.  You don't even know how much we miss you.
We miss you so much this side of heaven and still love you more than you can imagine (but not as much as Jesus loves you:)).
All my love,                                                                                                                                        
To all those reading this: I know that Gloria can’t read this, but I like expressing my thoughts in this way as if I’m really writing to those I am telling you about.  For those of you who weren’t around here last year Gloria had cerebral palsy.  In fact, the very first blog post I wrote was about Gloria.  Here are the two posts I wrote about her:
And here are post’s about Gloria’s passing from others:
Moving up in life and death – Nurse Meredith
Unusual Things – Nurse Sarah