"Garreth"

Last night I learned that this sweet boy passed away.

 

He was from the same country in Eastern Europe that I'm adopting from.

 

He was 4 years old and he had just been transferred from the baby home to a mental institution.

 

And he died.

 

This boy is also 4 years old.

 

He's been staying at Auntie's house for a few days.

 

In half an hour we'll be enjoying the rodeo parade.

 

"Garreth" will never get a chance to see a parade.

 

He'll never ride on the Ferris wheel.

 

Or eat cotton candy.

 

All because he was born with Down Syndrome.

 

And because of that he was abandoned and imprisoned.

 

This just makes what the Lord has told us to do in James 1:27 all the more urgent.

 

We're supposed to take care of these orphans and we're letting them die.

 

One way you can help do that is by supporting the adoptions of these special needs children.

 

Please donate any little bit you can using the "Give Now" button on the side of this blog.

 

Every dollar helps.

 

It won't get my little boy home any faster. The process will still have to happen in it's agonizingly slow way.  But it will insure that the money will be there when the fees are due and when I need to pay for travel.

 

Because 4 years old in a mental institution is just wrong.

 

Garreth's life could have been so much more.

 

See you in heaven, little guy.