Baby X. Found in a plastic garbage bag in a garbage bin with his umbilical cord still attached. What a mercy of God that a street sweeper noticed the bag and ran in a taxi to the nearest hospital. After a few days of antibiotics and careful observation, social services called Gentle Hands.


I picked up Baby X late last night. He is now 11 days old. He is beautiful. Just beautiful. I am amazed at his story, at the miracle just his life is. I named him Daniel. After a dear friend of my father’s, a prophet, a man of God. I remember Daniel in the Bible. And the name fits.


He just finished his bottle. I lay him down. I have miles to go today. This morning I will go and cremate Efren. I will mourn his life. But I will rejoice that he is no longer in pain, in suffering. I will bring his ashes home for our memorial service tomorrow.


133 Little Daniel makes us think of life, of hope, of miracles, of God’s blessing and plans. And we are honoured to be entrusted with yet another life.

The song Blessed Be Your Name by Matt Redman says it all.


You give and take away.

You give and take away.

My heart will choose to say

Lord, blessed be your name.

Efren1   Efren has been sick for a very long time. Two years of expensive blood transfusions, fights with DSWD to get him to the States for medical treatment, questions of why, why , why, and hours of careful attention as he suffered daily from the effects of with a terminal blood disorder called Thalessemia Major.


He has had bouts where I was sure he was going to die and the next morning he would be well. He was such a fighter.


But this morning, I knew, the time had come. Nothing was right. And he was really struggling. All day, I sat with him. He couldn’t get comfortable, couldn’t get his breath. It was agonizing to watch him. I called Mama Violy and Papa Nilo, the couple who has acted as Efren’s parents for more than a year. They are both caregivers at Gentle Hands and treat all the children as their very own. We sat together, nursing Efren, speculating and wondering, questioning, praying, and watching.


My own children, Elijah, Merry Faye, came to check throughout the day, not understanding and moved to tears. How could I explain what was happening?


Then, at 11 pm, after hours of trying to get him comfortable, silently, he took his last breath. No one moved. The whirring of the fan was the only sound. One by one, the boys came in and looked at the body. My older sons, Noah and Jason. There was no words, no sounds. Only silent tears.


I watched as Violy and Nilo cried together. They loved this child and he had loved them. He had been able to experience a mother and father’s love through them.  


When all had come and gone, I wrapped the body in a white sheet and carried him to the van where Eddy and Ezekiel were waiting. We drove 15 minutes to the all-too-familiar-funeral parlor that we have used before. Logistics and cremations plans were discussed hurriedly. Another van was waiting to bring another body in. I was told where to leave the body.


I laid Efren’s body gently on the cold steel table and for a moment, I honestly struggled. How could I leave him here all alone. It didn’t seem right. I touched his cheek for the last time and left.


The truth? How relieved I am he is gone. After years of praying, worrying, and watching him suffer, I know he is finally running and jumping and laughing so hard. For the first time in his little life, he is healthy, happy, and whole. I would not wish him back for the whole world.


But I see his little face. His little smile. His little fingers. And there is a part of me that will miss him.


Now in the quiet darkness of my room, tears are real and hot on my cheeks. I replay every moment of this day. There are still no answers to the questions. But a peace that I know floods my soul. Safe, secure, and so loved, I know Efren is in the arms of Jesus. And I know. It was worth it all.



I have just come home from ICAB (Inter-Country-Adoption Board) wheRonnie 3re I am allowed to pick two families off of a provided roster of approved potential adoptive families from all over the world.

What a heavy responsibility it is to read a dossier of a family and then in the time of an hour or so, decide if they will make good parents for a child that I have rescued and cared for for months, sometimes years.


Most of the families I look at have been waiting at least 12 months to be matched. Many of them are   somewhere waiting, praying, and hoping for their new child.    


Next week, I will go before an initial board and present our two choices for families for little Ronnie. It will be up to them to decide where he will go. 


We are hoping and praying hard that with all the paperwork, medical exams, visa processing, Embassy stamping, that three of our already matched ones will leave before Christmas. Jv3

We have had such wonderful experiences with adoptive families and all of our children without exception have thrived with their new forever families. God is so good.Andie1  


Keep our children in your prayers as many of them are waiting for paperwork to be finished so they can be placed for adoption. Many cases simpy need a miracle!                                                      JonVincent (Australia)            


Andie is going to the UK!