Luckier Than a Four Leaf Clover! | Reece's Rainbow

Just in time for St. Patrick's Day, you have a chance to get a fun, lucky t-shirt, and help bring my son home!

I have been immensely blessed financially during this adoption journey. I have received donations, grants, and surprise funds to cover almost all of the costs (about $25,000!).

But I need to raise just a few thousand more.

I have set a goal to raise $1,000 by St. Patrick's Day!

Can you help me get there?

Check out these fun shirts I designed. If you feel led, please buy and share! Two weeks only.

Let's do this!

Love,
Elizabeth

Au revoir, dossier! | Reece's Rainbow

Isn't that just the fanciest title!

In case you aren't up with the adoption lingo, the dossier is a bunch of paperwork with all kinds of personal information about you and your plans for adoption. Background checks, financial information, medical clearances - everything you might want to know about a potential parent!

Well, as of Friday, February 12, the last bit of my dossier was out of my hands and on its way around the world, making a few stops first.

And I have some pretty fancy feelings to send with it.

Excitement.

Joy.

Relief.

A hint of sadness.

And now I wait to travel for the first trip. (The country where my little guy lives requires two trips. One to meet him and one to pick him up!)

Waiting is by far the hardest part of adoption.

I am praying to meet my guy before the end of March, although that is a lofty prayer.

One day soon I will get to hold him and tickle him and tell him how very loved he is.

Love,
Elizabeth

My Journey to You | Reece's Rainbow

I always knew I wanted to adopt.

I started seriously looking into that process a few years ago. That's how I stumbled upon Reece's Rainbow. I would stare for hours at face after face and wish so hard that every face soon would see her mama.

I hurt for those forgotten ones.

But special needs adoption wasn't for me.

I adored *those* families who could ransom broken and discarded children. I knew they were seeking after God's own heart.

But special needs adoption wasn't for me.

I witnessed beautiful stories of children finding mamas and papas and brothers and sisters. They changed almost instantly.

That's what happens when you have hope.

But, still, special needs adoption wasn't for me.

Even as I cried tears of pain and joy with families I only knew through a screen, I didn't understand. I started looking into adoption planning for a little girl. A little girl with no special needs, and no older than two.

But then, special needs adoption smacked me in the face. I saw my child. I saw Wren and I was changed. She wasn't just some kid around the world. She was mine. I felt her deep in my soul.

She changed me.



One day, a few weeks before Wren passed away, I noticed on Reece's Rainbow a little boy I had never seen before. Something about him caught my eye. He lives in Wren's country. He has Down syndrome, just like Wren.

In some deep down way, I felt connected to him, too.

For a brief minute I though about adding him to my adoption. But Wren's needs were too intense and I only have two bedrooms and, even if it was possible, I couldn't delay things for Wren.

So I thought, sweet boy, if you are still waiting in a year or so, I'll come back for you. (But please don't let him still be waiting in a year!)



It was like I somehow caught a little glimpse of what the future held.

Things didn't work out the way I thought they would, but now, my sweet son, I'm coming for you.

Your sister paved the way. And now, my son, your mama is coming.

You have waited nine years. But still, you giggle. You learned to walk last year. I could tell how proud that makes you in the way your eyes shine.

You trust your nannies. You grab their hands and look up into their faces expectantly.

I can't wait until the day you grab my hand like that. I promise I will be there to hold you steady.



I started this journey hoping for a young, typical little girl. And now a nine year old boy with Down syndrome holds my heart.

It's funny these stories God writes.

Beauty From Ashes | Reece's Rainbow

When Wren went to Jesus, my heart shattered. It felt like it could never hold love, because the love would just run out of all the brokenness.

But at the same time, I knew in my bones this was not the end.



My Wren died because someone saw an imperfect child, unworthy of love or care. As much as it hurts to type those words, they were her truth. And not only Wren's truth.

Thousands and thousands of children all over the world live with this as their truth. Unworthy. Unlovable. Unteachable. Unwanted.

This is their truth every day, every moment. As they just exist. Breathing, but not living.

But, my friends, this truth is not God's truth.

And it is not my truth.

Thousands of perfect, worthy children wait for a mama to speak their truth into existence. Their truth of love and joy and worth and value.

Wren taught me this. And now, because of Wren, I get to share these truths with a precious soul - Wren's big brother. Not by blood, but by love, a tiny girl and a precious boy become sister and brother. Sister in heaven, brother waiting around the world.

Oh, I cannot wait to introduce you to him.

Turns out my shattered heart can hold love after all. It holds a fierce and bold love for my daughter and my son.

Love,
Elizabeth

Eight Weeks

Wren died eight weeks ago.

I have had eight weeks to process her death and try to make some sense of it. Eight weeks to think of the loneliness. Eight weeks to miss my daughter.

I am angry. I am sad. I grieve and I mourn and I am comforted by the vision of her dancing and laughing with Jesus.

Eight weeks ago, she was made whole and my heart shattered.

In the midst of my pain, light shines through. I have learned more about hope and love than ever before.

My sweet friend and mentor, Lauren, recently walked the halls of the orphanage where Wren lived and died. She was there to rescue her daughter who was barely living - nine pounds at seven years old.

In the midst of gaining a precious daughter, Lauren took the time to search out my daughter and honor her short, beautiful life.

Each time I try to put my gratitude and feelings into words, they fail me.

So here are hers.

Wren's life mattered.

Goodbye For Now, My World Changer

On Monday, November 9, I got a phone call that changed my life.

My precious daughter was no longer alive on earth, but fully alive in the arms of Jesus. She was experiencing love and laughter and joy for the first time.

These past 24 hours have been a messy blur of tears, but through the tears, so much light shines.

People from all over the world have taken the time to read my daughter's story and tell me of the impact her short life had on theirs. People have prayed for me and my family. People have cried big, ugly tears with me.

I spoke on facebook with a stranger for over an hour today about adoption and these precious children who deserve families. This conversation would have never happened without my daughter.

Thousands of people have seen these pictures of a tiny, broken girl now made whole. Thousands of people know more about the injustices of this world because of my tiny girl - my world changer.

Now that you have seen, you are responsible. Don't let the ripples of her short life stop. Be love.

Though my heart is broken that I will never hold my sweet girl in my arms in this life, I am eternally grateful for her. I believe she did her job; she heard the words, "well done, my good and faithful daughter." I am so proud to call her mine, even from afar.

I do not for one second regret saying yes. 

There are two families near and dear to my heart - the Hortons and the Collicotts. They are bringing home precious, tiny ones from the same place where my daughter died. If you feel called to action, I would urge you to consider donating to and praying for their adoptions with me.

Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.
James 1:27

I love you, baby girl.

Wren Marieva, Beloved Daughter

He must increase, but I must decrease. | Updates | Reece's Rainbow

My heart is so full. But it's not about me.

I am so thankful. But it's not about me.

My girl is so loved. But it's not even about her.

God is good, and He is using Heavenleigh's beautiful story to show His goodness.

He must increase, but I must decrease.
John 3:30

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Thank you all for being a part of my journey to "Heavenleigh." Here's what's happening now.

The Process:

This week, I will be sending lots of paperwork to Austin to be apostiled (fancy). When it comes back, my I will send my dossier to Eastern Europe for translation! My prayer is that this can happen before Thanksgiving.

I will also be fingerprinted (for the third time!) this week for USCIS. I included a letter from a doctor in Heavenleigh's country that explains how dire her situation is, in an effort to expedite this process. I'm praying it works and the good folks processing paperwork move quickly through mine. Again, I am praying this is completed before Thanksgiving so it can be sent on to Europe.

Once things are translated and approved, I will be invited on my first trip to Eastern Europe to meet Heavenleigh. The sooner this happens, the sooner my case can go to court and I can get that baby home!

Please continue to pray for this process to be speedy. It is hard for me to wait, but I know it is even harder for Heavenleigh, especially as the weather gets colder and germs spread.

Fundraising:

My tshirt campaign ended last night and it was a success! You all blew my goal out of the water. Thank you. 

"Buy The World" Puzzle Fundraiser is still going strong! Here's a reminder of how that works!

As always, if you feel led to make a financial donation, there are several ways to do that. Tax deductible donations can be made through my Reece's Rainbow Family Sponsorship Page. I also have a GoFundMe account if you prefer.

At this point, I am estimating that I need to raise about $6,000 more to be fully funded. This could go up, depending on factors like airfare costs and hospital costs in country. 

Thank you all for your love, support, and prayers!

Love,
Elizabeth