God speaks to me through dreams.

Those of you who know me well know about the dream I had just about a year ago. 🙂

Last night, I had another dream. This time it was about Eastern European adoption.

Hubby and I were in Eastern Europe, perhaps Ukraine or Moldova. We were walking into an auditorium, because we were supposed to “pick” out a child to adopt. (Can you imagine?)

The orphanage workers began to bring the children in by the dozens. Lines and lines…rows and rows of children. The expressions on the their faces was one of discouragement and lack of hope.

Especially on the countenance of the older children and teenagers.
Who would pick them?

And how in the world would Hubby and I “pick” a child out of so many who needed a family??

Then I saw her.

This lovely young lady, about the age of 16 or 17.

I recognized her! She was a young lady that had been with (in my dream reality, of course) a ministry that brings orphans to the United States during the summer to speak to local churches.

I walked up to her. “Do you know English?” I asked.

With tears streaming down her face, she jerked her head around, “YES!”

Then I called her name, specifically. “Are you, ______?” (In the dream I knew her name…now it escapes me.)

Again, she frantically replied, “YES!”

My heart broke. This child, who once tasted what life and freedom could be, was now imprisoned in this place, with what seemed to be no way out.

I walked over to Hubby, as he stood in the back.
“I know we agreed that we wanted a younger age-range of children, but, do you think we could adopt this one? Since I already know who she is??”

“Yes,” Hubby replied seriously, not hesitating for a second.

In disbelief, I hurried over to the orphanage director, and asked about this young lady. Surprised, she acknowledged that this young lady was indeed available for adoption, but for the life of her, she couldn’t understand why we would want to adopt a child of this age.

Overjoyed, I was awakened by our youngest child, wanting a glass of water.

Friends, where were you at age 10? 12? 15? 17?

Were you a little unsure of who you were? Did you, perhaps, need a bit of encouragement or direction? Or just someone who loved you and believed in your potential?

There are SO MANY older orphans out there who need loving families. Last I heard, nearly 90% of children in orphanages were over the age of 6.

Who will love the “least of these?” In our Father’s eyes, they are among the greatest.