2 at Home + 2 on the Way

Last week, I visited with my precious boys. We played, we laughed, we ran, we hugged, we snuggled, we joked. And on the night before I left, we all cried. On Sunday morning, we put on 3 brave faces and returned to the hogar for another goodbye. I could say that none of us cried that morning, but the truth is that I wavered just a bit when I gave them a final hug and told them that I will love them forever.

When I walked out of the green door and back towards my life without them, the only thought that eased the ache in my heart was knowing that they were safe. They were happy and healthy and loved in this place that they have lived the past 2.5 years, and I knew that they would be fine while I was gone.

Two days ago, that comfort was shattered. My children and the others who lived with them were taken away from their happy little home. Officials and policemen with guns packed them up and drove them away.


They were taken away from their home,


taken away from their favorite nannies,


and then separated from their friends who they refer to as brothers and sisters.


And
we
still
do
not
know
where
they
are.


I could try to tell you how devastated I feel or how worried I am. But none of that matters.

What matters is that these children -- these precious, innocent children who have already lived through so much -- have been uprooted and have had their whole worlds turned upside down.

Please pray for Gerson and Elviz and for the 14 other children involved. Please pray that they are kept safe and protected. Pray that their little hearts are comforted as they face uncertainty, unfamiliar surroundings, and unknown faces. Please pray that they are returned to their home right away.