Dear Liliana

 My precious Liliana,

I can't get you off my mind today. Your little face has been plastered in my mind, your precious little words and voice are stuck ringing in my years, and your beautiful brown eyes have been digging deep into my soul; it's almost as if you were here with me, in my arms. Oh darling, how I pray that one day, you may rest in someone's arms. Day and night I pray that somehow, in his wondrous ways, God will give you a forever family. A family that will love you, cherish you, and express to you how special and worthy you really are.

I know that you have moments when you realize you aren't like all of the other children. Something just isn't right, but no one is really sure what's wrong with your body.  I wish somebody knew what was wrong, so that they could help you.  To me, you are precious no matter what, but I fall on my knees in earnest prayer for you. I let  tears stream down my face as I cry out to God for your sake. I wish that you could run and play like all the other little children, that you could manage somewhat by yourself, and that your little body functioned normally. It breaks my heart that no one is  carefully taking time with you, to carefully check your little body, to carefully observe you, to carefully take x-rays, to carefully take your temperature, or to carefully diagnose you, so that we could carefully figure out how to heal you.

You are the reason that I cried Liliana. The other day I got to tour a big hospital in my city that takes care of disabled or sick children, children like you. It is one of the best hospitals in our country. I was on a special floor where they take the sickest of the sickest, they figure out what's wrong with them and they help them get better. It was amazing how much care and love each patient was receiving. A team of doctors and nurses attended each child and knew what each patient's situation was and spent a lot of time trying to figure out to help each patient.  The hospital itself was breathtaking and wonderful. But, I couldn't help but think of you.

I want you to have  team of nurses and doctors that will spend however long it takes just to figure out what you need, just to figure out what makes you most comfortable, just to care for you. Every bone in my body wanted to fly quickly and pick you up, bring you back with me and set you in one of those beds. And after bringing you here, I wanted to run up and down the hallways yelling- "COME LOOK AT HER! She needs help! Please, help her! I love her." And in my prayerful vision you would be healed, you would be happy and safe, and your body would be 'normal'.

But, this world is not 'fair' and you have done nothing wrong to 'deserve' your situation, it is the result of a sinful and broken world. I wish with every part of my being that you could be here and I could hold you and love on you and care for you. Instead, you sit on the other side of the world. I'm not sure if you are still alive and well, I'm not sure what you are doing at this moment- eating, taking a bath, playing, crying, but I do know you are breaking my heart. From half way around the world. So, although I cant come pick you up and bring you to one of the best hospitals in the world, I will run through the hallways of my life and I will cry out on behalf of  all orphans and their plight. I will scream so that others may see that they need help. I will fight a fight that the orphans of the world may not be able to fight for themselves, all because of you.

I love you so much! I pray that the next time I see you, you will  be with your forever family, and alive and well. ;) I love you, my baby girl.

Sarah