Readjustment

I've been home for a couple of days now and finding the experience so different from before.  Well, the jet lag and long showers are still the same, but the important feelings are all so new.

My first time in Korah was an experience with extreme poverty, unknown suffering among it's people, and an opportunity to make a difference for a few.  It was challenging and gratifying and a perfect fit for what I wanted my life to become.





I  met a boy to sponsor and  returned home with hopeful feelings for his future life, knowing that education would be his way out.  And I still believe it is.

This trip I was able to witness the good things ... no the miraculous things that Out of the Ashes is doing for the people in Korah.  It was wonderful to see kids who had gained weight, who had a brighter smiles and kids excitedly talking about their new school.

Yet, I returned home this time not leaving new friends that I had met...but a family I truly have fallen in love with.  How do you leave family behind?

Now I leave behind three children that have stolen my heart, that I continue to communicate with through facebook and that I know are doing so much better than before...but...still, it's Korah.  They face emotional challenges that no human being should ever have to, let alone children.   It's much like the feeling many of us in the adoptive community have shared when having bonded with our children and then had to leave them in country for an unknown period of time before returning.  Some of us were lucky to have our children in "good" orphanages...but the reality hits that there is no "good" orphanage by definition of the word.  My transatlantic children are much the same.  Poverty devastates a family unite, even when we as parents love our children beyond measure. 


So these are my new struggles to come to terms with over the next several months.
....Yet, I wouldn't change this opportunity for the world.  And if you have some words of strength and support...I will gladly accept!