Sometimes I feel so small. Like nothing we could ever do could make any difference. Like we’re just a tiny little drop trying to change the color of the ocean. And even if we make the biggest splash possible for a little drop, not much actually changes. But my heart was lifted today. We met a bunch of other little drops the same color as us, all marching along valiantly. We’re not alone. And even if we only change the color of a handful of drops, those drops will go out and keep up the fight, even after the original … Continue reading Little Drops
Note: Kostia wrote this just after high school, a few months after we became friends. We were sharing our stories, and I cherish his young, rough grammar. 🙂 On October 22, 1988, I was born in Russia, about a train … Continue reading A Russian Orphan Testimony
So my best friend was diagnosed with RAD as a kid. He was adopted from Russia at 6, didn’t bond with his family, and went to a children’s home at 10. Some years later, I met him and we accidentally became best friends. Somebody cautioned me about him because of his RAD diagnosis and I laughed in their face. We are extremely attached to each other. There is a mutual loyalty I’ve never had with anyone. When we were young, I told him about things only God had heard, things I would NEVER tell anyone else. He was my closest friend, my only … Continue reading RAD and Adoption (My closest friend can’t attach)
“It just wasn’t what I was expecting! I wanted to see The Hobbit, not Lord of the Rings revised by a dumb writer!” I was really excited for the first “Hobbit” movie. My expectations were high, along with every other Lord of the Rings fan. But when I left the theater, I wanted to start a picket line against it. I HATED it with a vengeance. THIS IS NOT THE HOBBIT!!! I WANT THE REAL THING!!! After my rant lowered his expectations, one of my friends went to see it (out of obligation). He was okay with it. He was … Continue reading Expecting Death? Have a Broken Bone Instead!
Ultimately, missions are about people. And people are messy. Sometimes I feel like saying, “Just let me build a building or teach a class.” I don’t like to get involved in messy lives for the rest of my life. But to … Continue reading Missions and Messy Lives
So this one is easy to convert. In the story, Cosette is longing for a heavenly home, one where she isn’t abused or worked. If you change a few words, it’s easily a song about heaven. I guess I love … Continue reading Castle On a Cloud (Les Miserables) (Heaven Parody)
He knew life could be easier. He knew if he let her go, it would be easier. She could have a better life. But the thought tore at his heart. She was the only one he had left. She was a part of him. So he ran. He carried her. He cared for her, in sickness and in health. He used his wits. He kept them alive. Even when it was cold. He woke her up. He watched her as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes silently and looked blearily out onto the alley. She wasn’t looking at anything … Continue reading Control (Valentin’s Story, Part II)