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I Thessalonians 4: 11 ‘Study to be quiet’.  Just now this is my deepest need. The roar of pain within is overwhelming.  I need to learn in my quietness to know God in a deeper way, to ‘Be Still’ and let him feed and nourish my hu

rting heart   Oh that I may drink from the fountain of the Risen Lord! 
‘Can I ever love enough?’ is the question of my heart as I write. This morning the blustering winds were severe. I thought of those without shelter, food, health. They feel neglected, know nothing but famine in their sad lives.  Their cries for help demand I do love.  They may be a little past the hill but they are not at the top; how can one climb with a heavy heart? Inwardly I question ‘Why?’ but I must leave the ‘Why?’ to God.  Since my first ‘blog’ during the early days of my marriage to Hamilton, I have never encountered such brokenness, such devastation.  Spring is a beautiful time of year when we see new life appear, yet for many the morning dew never falls, their nights are a continual storm.   But there is still the dew of his sustaining grace, enough for each day.

It would be impossible to write my normal ‘blog’ owing to the depth of urgency surrounding the work of Casa Grace; Orphanage Centre; Emanuel Hospice; Iochebed. As you read the PRAYER REQUESTS will you climb the hill with me?

ADAM was making slow progress, eating yoghurt, stewed fruits etc. A few days ago he contracted a severe infection causing his heart to weaken.  The doctors suspect Septicaemia and he remains ill.  To date no confirmation of the prognosis has been received from USA. This little lamb needs to be carried close to our hearts.

ORPHANAGE CENTRE Dora does an amazing work with the marginalised children, down syndrome children and abandoned babies.  Yesterday we sent ‘Easter Animals’ for the children.  Thank you to the ladies from Londonderry.   These children need to feel loved, as the adult orphans can be aggressive due to their early years. Sufficient funds are in place to ensure ‘treats’ are available 365 days each year.  These are special little lambs also.

CASA GRACE – as I think of the work of Casa Grace Foundation, I am reminded of the words of Rev. F.B. Meyer ‘Oh for grace to wait and watch with God!’.  Monika and I are in daily contact by email or mobile.  I am privileged to be part of this small team of faithful servants who face grave situations each day, yet remain unwavering in their faith and trust in the Lord.  I wrote to Sister Neli telling her my heart was breaking as I read one particular email.  Let me share:

The Druta family consist of a mother (very sick) and two young daughters.  They are facing a desperate situation in losing their small home due to eviction orders being served in the neighbourhood.  They have not been offered alternative accommodation and have nowhere to live.  They face living on the street.  I visited this home on many occasions and became attached to the oldest girl who has many medical problems.  She has lost weight and is unable to walk; her medical condition has worsened due to the stress.  As a team we are praying the Lord will meet this need in order for them to remain together as a family.  Their weekly income is £25 – an impossible task for three people to manage the cost of Rent; Food; Medicines; Clothing. Can we ever love enough?

The work of Casa Grace is extensive, covering a wide spectrum of need.  And still there is more.  One family consisting of seven children – sadly the father suffers from a mental disorder and can be aggressive.  The children work at home making ‘nets’ to sell in order to live.  Another family where the son has severe health issues, having to be hospitalised for two weeks every two months.  Food, Hygiene, Treatment was made available.  A family at risk of losing their children owing to lack of employment, health issues, an unstable home environment.  Through the witness of Casa Grace they have started to attend Church. Please pray they will come to know the Saviour. 

Families continue to come to CASA, knowing we care. This week I received case studies, ranging up to nine children in one family.  Our support is not just about a Feeding Programme. It is about giving living bread, the Bread of Life.  Thank you for enabling us to continue.  Where there is a surplus of clothes, these are donated to the work of Dumbrava Rosa who care for homeless people until their final days.

In my distress as I read the needs, I felt actual pain, I allowed myself to become anxious and overwhelmed.  ‘Study to be quiet’ – I needed to learn that my faith is restored when I stop trying to sort myself and leave the matter to God knowing ALL is part of his plan.

EMANUEL HOSPICE continue to walk a desert road, visiting parched hearts of the adult patients, whose spirit has gone as has the days of their youth.  The number of terminally ill patients is staggering, yet devotion and dedication restore faith in the weariness at the close of each day.  The remains of the day for many are limited for young and old alike.
Eva (49) diagnosed with a brain tumour (now blind).  She must now live with her sister in a damaged house in need of much repair.  Her sister suffers from schizophrenia and can be aggressive.  Hold Eva very close in your heart that during her final days she will experience how ‘He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.  He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth all by their names,’ Psalm 147: 3,4. 
Kevin is recovering well, attending school and walking for the first time in nine years.  Sadly little Victor has been readmitted to hospital.  His blood tests revealed he requires maintenance treatment now that his chemotherapy has finished.  I thought my Adam has amazing eyes – Victor’s little eyes search your face and enter your heart.  Please pray for his foster parents going through this difficult situation.

Baby Alexandra’s condition is deteriorating.  Due to excessive weight loss she is constantly in hospital and although she is nine months, she is very tiny.  Please and I repeat, please, pray for Sister Simona who lovingly cares for her little treasure day by day.  Heartbroken as she hears the little one’s sounds of pain due to the open wound in her tiny head.  The oncologist is looking for a surgeon to perform corrective surgery to close the wound.  Nine months of suffering…

Dami (14) suffering from a brain tumour.  He wanted to be baptised (with his Mum).  The tumour is spreading and his vision is affected; very soon he will be unable to see at all.  His mother is heartbroken.

IOCHEBED consist of three ladies working in Suceava.  I listened intently to the passion in their voices as they shared their work and I thought of the many sighs, tears, smarting wounds of life they heal through their services. Iochebed  offers counselling for unwanted pregnancies, proving the Love of God for the sanctity of life; medical treatments; ongoing projects in orphanages, schools; feeding programme ….. It is my heart’s desire to launch a new project: ‘THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME LIVE’.  Every three months we will send Fyffes Banana Boxes filled with New Cotton Baby Blankets/New Born Baby Clothes/Feeding Bottles/ Baby Wipes/Pampers and also £300 per month to cover Dried Milk.  We want to calm the storm in many lives and whisper ‘We Care’.

Here is an example to show that we cannot love enough and why the Lord placed on my heart the urgency to commence this new programme.  Alexandra, seventeen and unmarried has a baby of nineteen months.  Sadly Alexandra has an intellectual deficiency and gave birth to this little baby when she was only fifteen – a little baby girl weighing only 3.5 kilos.  Sadly the baby was diagnosed with various cardiac malformations, at this stage we supported with clothing, treatments etc.  Alexandra’s mother has come again with her daughter to request another pregnancy test which has proved positive, birth date to be November, 2019.  Sadly this young woman is not in a stable relationship with the father of the baby and is not mature enough to grasp or understand the responsibilities she will face with two young babies.  The little girl of nineteen months has been readmitted to hospital and may require surgery. Support in clothing, treatment and transport costs, food and hygiene have been offered as both mother and grandmother were unprepared for this emergency. ‘CAN I EVER LOVE ENOUGH?’

Casa Grace, Orphanage Centre, Emanuel Hospice, Iochebed are only a few of our areas of support. I continue to remember Child Life Romania, The Farm, The Street Children in Bucharest and the beautiful setting of Still Waters in Portstewart where a time of respite is offered to those in need of quietness of heart.  Application Forms are available by request.

As you have read, you will now know why I felt lead to write ‘the facts’.  Not stories but real lives.  Yes, I have felt pressure, the burden as I face these tragic situations.  But now I have ‘climbed the hill’ I refuse to change my thinking because I can never love enough, in fact, I refuse to come down.  There is no need for me to become overwhelmed, God is in control.   He sends a project and he will meet the need.

May his steps be my steps, may his love be my love, may his heart be my heart.  A heart for all.

Shirley, April 14, 2019

(the image above is a free tom use image and not of any child mentioned in this post)

Zoltan (65), one of the adult patients receiving care from Emanuel Hospice Team, during the initial visit looked into their eyes and asked: ‘How much does it cost to pray for me?’ Another two elderly patients who declare themselves to be atheists, through the love, compassion and ministry of our devoted team are now open to the message of the greatest love of all. The heart of the eternal beats with love for all. ‘God Is Love’ and this love is given freely and without cost. Sickness; hunger; loneliness are unwelcome intruders.  Who is willing to soothe the pillow of hardship where desolation is a constant visitor.  ‘Love Your Neighbour…..’ Whether rich or poor, we are bound by love to love those we may think inferior, sunk in the depths of poverty, the shoeless, penniless, homeless man or woman  wandering the dark streets in rags … This is the kind of love I want to possess, a love flowing from the Holy Spirit, not a love of momentarily emotion.  George Matheson penned the beautiful hymn: ‘O Love That Will Not Let Me Go’.  I cannot close my heart to such powerful words of challenge.  Can my love offer rest; restore hope; light in darkness?

Baby Alexandra’s condition is deteriorating. How can I comfort dear Sister Simona as she sits alone in ICU where every second is precious as the life of her little one slowly ebbs away?   The added worry when the baby is in hospital is that her husband is unable to work as he cares for the children.  Simona will soon give birth to her fourth child.  Recently I shared the story of Damian (14) who was baptised in Emanuel Baptist Church with his mother.  A recent MRI scan has confirmed his brain tumour continues to develop.  His mother is devastated.  There is so much pain and suffering surrounding the work of the Hospice Team.  Patients whose day to day companion is non other than intense pain, pain for the one suffering and the loved one watching helplessly. The children who are struggling with the loss of a parent.  The Podariu Family – I knew the father well and visited many times. He sold his car to pay for surgeries that would give him longer with his wife and son.  He wanted so much to live but lost his battle just before Christmas. His young son is finding the loss of his father too much to bear just now. For Emeric suffering from colon cancer and who has undergone many surgeries, there is no morning sunrise, only the darkness of night.  Simona (46) with terminal cancer whose loving husband and son cannot face the fact that soon she will be gone.  A valley of tears for young and old and yet we know that whatever challenges or fears we face, once we fix our eyes on Jesus, all questions are answered and all fears dispelled.  ‘But we see Jesus’. Heb 2: 9.

In the stillness of my heart I have been carried during these days as I wait on news from USA.  Adam entered my heart during my first visit to the Abandoned Baby wing. His amazing dark eyes and curly hair melted my heart.  Adam has gone through windy storms in his short life and as I trace the hand of the Lord placing him in the care of missionary parents, my prayer is that this ‘special’ little one will grow to be a man set apart for God. The first stage of Adam’s surgery has taken place, lasting nearly seven hours.  Adam remains linked to the machines.  It is planned that within one month the second stage of the procedure will take place.  The race of life can take a different route, regardless of many obstacles and various difficulties; the Lord made a way when there seemed to be no route opening before us. I was guilty of not having sufficient faith for the present.  A lesson I needed to learn!  Dora sent me a video clip of Stefania in her chair, she was like a little dove, pure and fragile who had found the freedom of movement. The sparkle in her eyes told me all I needed to know. When we pray, we receive.

As I walked through a snow shower this morning, the chill and coldness of the air caused me to think of those whose nights of fear are cold and unwelcoming as they face the unknown morrow.  Another two little ones were brought to the Abandoned Baby wing this week.  I do not know nor can I begin to know the inner thoughts that lie behind such decisions, but this is reality.  All I know is that even with their many medical problems, they need love. Love is patient, Love is kind, Love never fails. It is easy to choke our emotions and walk away. ‘Thank you’ for your actions of love in your faithful giving to the  monthly Feeding Programme. What a large scope love provides for us; so many little flowers in our garden need love and attention especially one in particular, ‘Forget Me Not’.The postman normally places mail in the mailbox outside. However this morning he choose to ring the doorbell. There before me was a shoebox! A belated Christmas gift? As I opened the carefully packaged box, tears streamed down my face. My friends at Casa Grace had sent some tokens of love for my beloved husband knowing his passion for Romanian Honey, together with beautifully crafted cards.  How much does it cost to love?  To my friend Monika and team – thank you for making me feel loved and special.

Casa Grace try to assure all who come that joy can follow pain. My friend Emese went to be with the Lord one year ago; her two little daughters are filled with emotion and longing.  As a special treat the girls were invited to spend the weekend with Monika and her girls where together they cooked some favourite dishes Emese used to make. Smiles soon appeared on two little sad faces as they remembered ‘Mama’s Dishes’. It is difficult for those in need to measure faith not knowing what the next moment may bring. They have been disappointed, their peace disturbed, hope gone. One family I visited on many occasions need our prayers just now.  A sickly mother trying to care for two daughters and who has just received an eviction order. They attend the local Pentecostal Church. They need urgent accommodation.  Let us with one heart and mind pray that out of this crisis extraordinary things will follow to the glory of his name.

Poverty has knocked and continues to knock at the door of this grandmother who is caring for her granddaughter Claudia (12). They live in a garage!  Yes a garage!  The adapted garage belongs to the lady’s sister. There are many issues surrounding this family, causing the young granddaughter to harbour feelings of instability. Together with the benefits of pension and child state allowance they only receive £30 each week for food, heat, clothing.  Tell Romania stand with Casa Grace in supporting this family through the Feeding Programme, praying that the Lord Jesus will be their portion and that through our love they will find His abiding presence. Is a garage so different from a stable?

I admire and appreciate the beauty of nature; yet my eyes can never see as through the eyes of the artist who through his skill can portray perfection.  As I think on these things I wonder are my seeing eyes or giving hands beating with my heart?  Am I seeing, feeling the need? Is there a special place in my heart to display the richness of his love in giving with a whole heart. I take a deep breath as I face the responsibility of the second quarter of 2019 for the Feeding Programme. I confess I am caught up in this emotion but so blessed as I prove month by month ‘there is no lack of grain’. Emanuel Hospice, Casa Grace desperately poor, orphans, disabled and abandoned children, Cighid orphans all benefit from this programme and yet I feel compelled to go further.

I read a new case from Sister Gaby of a young lady aged thirty-two and facing another pregnancy. Rejected by family, abandoned by the father of her baby, now totally alone. The responsibility of two other children from a former failed relationship – her life has no meaning. She is unable to work and is afraid to continue to ‘beg’ on the streets for money to feed her children.  I must be true to my feelings – how can I walk away?  Iochebed Centre offer counselling, explain the love of God and the sanctity of life to those who see no other way out but abortion or placing their children with the state. They struggle to feed and clothe their large families, buy wood for the stove.  Pro Life Mission Project will offer help to these many mothers who feel all is lost, all is hopeless.  ‘THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME LIVE’ will offer practical help.  One package for each new mother and baby containing basic necessities i.e., baby blanket, new born clothes, baby feeding bottle, baby hygiene products, pampers. £300 will enable Iochebed to purchase Dried Milk for one month. Again I refer to my eyes and hands; they must beat with my heart. ‘He that saith that he abideth in him ought himself also so to walk, even as he walked’.  I John 2:6.

Why should I try to achieve great things when day by day I can keep walking humbly before the Lord?

For many, their plans of life are in ashes; the homeless beggar longs for new clothes, a place to lay his head; in hunger they search in rubbish bins for food, as they are starving, looking for even a crumb. Hope has left the sick and dying in despair; the unloved orphan, unwanted child have no loving arms to hold them.  ‘Lord give me an insight into the life of others; help me make a definite act of my own will to care’.  Who will join me?

Shirley.

‘Thanksgiving is a spiritual exercise, necessary to the building of a healthy soul. It takes us out of the stuffiness of ourselves into the fresh breeze and sunlight of the will of God.’
Elisabeth Elliot

 ‘Cause me to know the way I should walk’. Psalm 143:8. ‘It’s me again Lord and I do not know which way to walk’.  Conflicting thoughts fill my mind; faces, names, situations block my thinking.  I never imagined love could hurt so much; but then I have the intimate privilege to wait with quietness until the morning dew drops the rains of His grace on my imperfections and impatience.  I need to remind myself that ‘AT ALL TIMES’ He is the giver.  How many of us ever have the worry if we have food enough for tomorrow? We would never take a meal before saying ‘Grace’ – The Grace of Thanksgiving.  I think of one elderly gentleman in a gypsy village whose ‘Grace of Thanksgiving‘ was for a few crumbs of bread. I can still see him smile as he quietly said to me: ‘There is always enough’. In the words of Corrie Ten Boom ‘Love is larger than the walls which shut it in’.  Indeed a thought for today.

My heart is heavy as I read the recent update from Estera – Baby Alexandra’s Mum had to give all her money to transport her little darling to hospital, where she lies in the ICU; a young Christian mother, pregnant with her fourth child, no money to buy food as she sat by the cot of her little one. Did she complain?  No, she quietly watched, smiling as she touched her little treasure; her heart is broken, yet in the silence of her dark moments she is unafraid.  Thou Art My Hiding Place’.  This young Christian family needs our prayers; Baby Alexandra is deteriorating.

 Sister E (49) diagnosed with a brain tumour and now blind.  No one to care for her – only a sister who is severely troubled with Schizophrenia.
 Many of you will recall my ‘Little Ella’.  Ella is now eighteen, her condition is serious – rapid weight loss, she is now in hospital much of her young life.  Her mother Angelina’s life has been one of sorrow, caring for her sick husband who died suddenly last year; both children diagnosed with a rare form of cancer.

Yes, I am disturbed, disturbed because of a love for ‘These My Little Ones’.  ‘If only I could make a difference‘ is my waking thought; they are there and I am here!   I need to remind myself that ‘AT ALL TIMES’ means simply just that!  The Giver of Life is everywhere and ‘AT ALL TIMES’.  How do I cope with so much hurt, pain?  Again in the words of Elisabeth Elliot: ‘If God gave it to me, we say ‘it’s mine, I can do what I want with it.’ No. The truth is that it is ours to thank Him for and ours to offer back to Him, ours to relinquish, ours to lose, ours to let go of – if we want to find our true selves, if we want real Life if our hearts are set on glory.
We place every single breath into His hands asking and expecting to receive a full supply of His grace.

There are no strangers in ‘The House of Grace. Everyone from homeless, desperately poor, rejected are part of the family of Casa Grace.  The cuts go deep and the wounds remain in the lives of the institutionalised teenager.  Did they ask to be rejected, unloved, to live life in a wilderness of despair?
They may never achieve greatness or possess riches yet their response to the smallest expression of love portrays a true ‘Grace of Thanksgiving’.  
Three ladies from Londonderry have a special interest in Kingdom Kids. Recently I received a telephone call: ‘Shirley, would you have any use or could you use ..?’  Two days before, Dora (Therapist) sent an image of a few children, immediately my mind went into overdrive (yet again)  ‘Hamilton, look, they need jumpers …’ An amazing story of God’s timely provision.  Six boxes (beautifully packed) sent to Romania and many happy faces this week in the orphanage centre.  If we see with our eyes, hear with our ears, feel in our heart something needs to done …. how can we not?

Stefania (12) Cerebral Palsy, Spastic Paralysis (many disabilities) living life in a (borrowed) specially adopted chair specifically designed for her needs. Stefania is unable to speak, walk and totally dependent on her devoted parents.  The chair needed to be returned!  How could they ever afford to purchase one?   Email came to Mrs. Moore.  First thought – total panic.  Where or how could I or would I find this request?  Breathe deeply Shirley ……. yes, that’s better, I can think clearly.  Tiptoeing with expectancy a few inquiries were made, but one lesson I needed to learn was not to interfere but wait (even with anxious thoughts) and see God’s plan unfold.   Three days later two men who have close links with Tell Romania met in Carrickfergus. In conversation Nigel (who assists with medical supplies) remarked to David he had received a very special chair and …  yes you know what is coming.  ‘Have you been speaking with Shirley lately?’ David asked.  The chair Nigel had was the exact same as the image received from Romania. God has His Servants in the right place at the right time.  BUT it does not end there, as we serve an Amazing God.  David telephoned a few hours ago. ‘Shirley I have access to another three chairs, do you want them?’  This afternoon, 42B Bernice Road was filled with the Grace of Thanksgiving.  The FOUR chairs are now on route to Romania.  We serve a God who rules over all; it may be today, it may be tomorrow, but it will come when least expected.

The hill of difficulty is dark for many who walk the cold and unwelcoming streets of Romania.  Darkness fills their days, and the daybreak seldom turns to morning for many.  Anna is very sick and becoming weaker every day. She has two daughters, Tabita who suffers from a severe disability and Ioana who is trying to learn to sew in our Golden Needle Award class – all facing the reality of losing their very small home.  Rents are high and Tabita requires therapy and Anna medication, all incurring expense. A young single mother, raised in the communist orphanage, she and her oldest daughter lived on the streets of Romania for many years.  Three daughters were born, tragically the youngest little girl (8) died in a car accident during December. Each day is a struggle, life is without purpose, all is meaningless.  Another single mother (26) living in one room with two little boys aged seven and three.  This young mother was diagnosed with Leukaemia in 2006. The children also have medical issues as the oldest boy was born with a hole in his heart; and the other little one has Chronic Rheumatism – they live on £100 per month.  And still they come.  Another single parent with four children living in one room with extremely poor conditions.  The baby (nine months) is presently in hospital for over one month now.  The doctors cannot confirm his diagnosis but believe it to be a strong virus which is not responding to treatment.  During these days the other three children are at home alone without any supervision.  The income is £90 per month for five people – they have no money for food, clothes or heating.  A very special little boy named Sergiu (13) no smile on his little face when he and his mother first knocked on the door of Casa Grace.  The father left the family and the little boy and his mother live with their grandfather who is an alcoholic.  The mother has a severe disability.  Casa Grace installed running water, a small kitchen and bathroom area to ease the burden of this disabled mum having to carry water.

David Brainerd wrote: ‘We should always look upon ourselves as God’s Servants, placed in God’s world, to do his work; and accordingly labour faithfully for him; not with a design to grow rich and great, but to glorify God, and do all the good we can’.

Each morning we commit our day into His hands and as the two who walked the Emmaus Road, may our journey be one where our hearts and minds are opened and we can see the One who walks with us.  Five families all differing in circumstance but all with one need.

‘The Grace of Thanksgiving’ fills my heart today as I thank the Lord for everyone who joins me on this journey.  At times I find the need, the pain overwhelming; but then I am reminded that we all have hidden strengths that grace our path sufficient unto the day. Your support brings hope in these hopeless situations; because you care, there is food, hygiene, clothing for those who do not want to face another morning.  These precious people cannot stand against the storm alone, they need you, they need me, they need Christ.

PRAYER REQUESTS

• ADAM HAS BEEN ADMITTED TO HOSPITAL IN U.S.A. (it is not related to his surgery)
• Please continue to pray for Ciprian, Daria and Baby Estera
• There are no boundaries to loving enough – 33 Female/16 Male Adult Orphans need to feel loved. If they matter to God, they matter to us!
• WORK TEAM LEAVING (06 – 20 MAY) ‘THE FARM’ PROJECT
• ‘STILL WATERS’ PORTSTEWART. A place of quiet rest offering respite to those going through emotional brokenness.Details supplied upon request.

 (UPDATE ON ADAM)
 Tears of memory filled my heart; the emotion was overwhelming as I heard my special little boy say (by video) ‘let me see, let me see’.  Yes, it was my Adam looking into the lens of the mobile phone trying to see Dora and me.
It was as if he was standing before me – I felt like reaching out to touch his woolly hat. Yes,  my heart is still drawn to him and he will always be remembered for the joy he brought into my life.   I have been blessed with measureless grace that the Lord brought me down this pathway.
Adam is now in the U.S.A. The missionary couple who have adopted Adam are now facing legal issues regarding Health Insurance.  In order for Adam to have a heart transplant he is required to have a two year citizenship.  The pastor and his wife are seeking advice regarding the system.
February is the shortest month of the year.  Life too is short.  I have no eloquence of speech.   I simply ask you to pray that the stings of conscience will reverse the decision and that the surgery will take place.
The Lord used one word frequently ‘COME’.  Let us ‘COME’ today asking, knowing that He hears the cry of our heart.
Thank you for walking with me
Shirley

‘Sight is not faith, and hearing is not faith, neither is feeling faith; but believing when we neither see, hear, nor feel is faith…Therefore, we must believe before we feel, and often against our feelings if we would honour God by our faith’
Hannah Whitall Smith

‘Lord, I need you to be my silent companion today, I need your quiet spirit within’.   Psalm 57: 8  ‘I will awake the dawn’.  Oh how I needed to linger alone in His presence this morning, to feel, to touch, to care for those afraid as the night sky disappears, the clouds roll back, and another morning is revealed. Fierce storms of uncertainty, sickness, loss – no pleasant places in view.  Yes, my heart is heavy.  ‘Am I able to ……?’  I questioned. But then I reminded myself it was in the place of solitude that many giants of faith ‘FOUND HIM’.  William Carey wrote : ‘I’m not afraid of failure; I’m afraid of succeeding at things that don’t matter’.

Little Victor (2)  was first introduced to you in my October blog, abandoned by his mother when only a baby, he remains in foster care where he is loved.  Victor is in hospital receiving treatment for Leukaemia and waiting on a donor to enable a bone marrow transplant to proceed.  A new addition to our Feeding Programme, a beautiful baby girl with the most amazing eyes, Baby Alexandra (nine months), diagnosed with a brain tumour, is not responding to treatment and surgery is not an option.  Her mother is heartbroken.  Alexandra has two other little sisters, and her mother will soon give birth to a fourth child.  All three girls have the most beautiful dark eyes that pierce your heartstrings.  They are now part of our feeding programme and so thankful for the food provision.

During December many children were bereft of a Father, Mother – no Daddy or Mummy to hug them on Christmas morning.  Simona (37) with a beautiful daughter (4); Tabita (43), two daughters (12 & 10); Florin fought so hard to live but finally succumbed to the many tumours growing in his body, leaving a much loved son.  Daria and I spent many hours with this precious family who have sacrificed so much.  ‘Shirley, do you miss your children, your patients ……?’ A question frequently asked. Not one day passes without some contact either by email; text; skype – I am in constant contact with ‘those I love’; they are part of who I am and have.  I am human and grow impatient, yet I know there is a pattern to my life and the threads are still being woven. Please pray the Emanuel Hospice Team will know an inner strength to love, care and support our patients.  The numbers are growing to the pressure point where each nurse has at least ten patients every day.

Daily my friend Dora sends video clips of ‘My Kids’ at the centre located in the Orphanage in Oradea.  This is when the tears flow; this is when Mrs Shirley  (an affectionate term used by my super heros) knows she needs to be back in Romania – I need to hug my little ones and tell them just how much I love them! Please remember Dora in her therapy classes, where under her care abandoned babies, children with disabilities attend on a daily basis.  290 therapy sessions were held last month.  Please pray for protection during the severe winter months, it can be a difficult time for children with disabilities as they are prone to infection etc.

Cighid Adult Orphans are part of our care programme and we thank those of you who show your love in different ways to these precious men and women who do not know the love or security of a family environment – thank you for your heart and for remembering them.  They are so far removed from society.

Sister Monika continues to head another amazing team who lovingly hold the bruised close in heart.  I need to be still as I think of the cares and sorrows piercing their broken hearts.  Many have no home, wood, food, every day a shivering figure comes (many making a long journey) asking for help.  Others wander the freezing streets of Romania hoping to find a space beside the homeless. Where does this road lead or where does this rough road end?  These  people are scarred, wounded by cruel arrows of life. Last weekend proved to me that the Lord doesn’t want me to worry or dwell on how I am feeling, but to live by faith and not by sight. £15,000 is required for the feeding programme each year.  God had the first three months of 2019 in His hand –  the Feeding Programme is covered January – March for  Emanuel Hospice, Casa Grace and Iochebed. I thanked the Lord for the richness of His grace in His provision for this measure of abundance, touching your hearts to lovingly supply the needs of the hurting and broken.  Thank you for your sense of call knowing no bound or end.   I could not do this alone and each day as I humbly ask for His guidance, His provision – it arrives, never late, never early but just in time – waiting is difficult but it forms a bond of trust that cannot be shaken.  A single mother, very sick with no money for food, tests, medical treatment, surviving on £15 per month.  The Lord removed the winter in her heart by sending the much needed resources through the love and care of a couple from Co. Londonderry. Crushed by the circumstances of life, this couple has bathed her wounds and given hope. May this precious lady prove that ‘When darkness veils His lovely face, to rest on His unchanging grace…’
Iochebed – a different work from Emanuel Hospice, Casa Grace … but still part of the many outreaches linked with Tell Romania.  Sister Gaby and her team minister to hundreds of village women in the depths of despair.  No one to turn to; no one to help.  During my time in Suceava I was brought face to face with many painful realities of life where decisions had to be made. The team give of their time and patience without counting the cost.  One case brought to my attention today : ‘A young mother (25) with three young daughters, in urgent need.  Expecting her fourth baby – her husband could not provide for another little one.  ‘What can I do, where can I go …..?’   I cannot go into details owing to patient confidentiality.  During the pregnancy many health risks were identified – no money for the required tests or treatment. The baby has been born but baby food costs approximately £46 each month. Tell Romania can assist as God provides remembering that  ‘Little is much when God is in it’  ‘Who is my neighbour?’  Thank you for giving food  to your hungering neighbour.
Silvia (one of my girls) spoke with me by skype – I was so thrilled to see her and her husband who is one of the Theology students in Emanuel University.  Silvia’s passion – Child Life Romania  where she  cares for the children on the oncology wards of the local hospital in Oradea.  Another large box of ‘surprises’ is on route for these children and the desperately poor children on the general wards.  Alex and Silvia head a team of students making three mission trips to Moldova each year working with various churches and distributing Bibles. Thank you to those who have sent gifts designated for the purchase of Bibles.

Dina (The Farm) also spoke with me by skype.  Great to put a face to a voice.  In November we brought to your attention the need for bicycles.  David and Freddie will take bicycles to the courier this weekend and they will arrive in Cluj three days later.   David’s invitation is still extended to join the work team leaving 6 – 20 May to work on this project.  I have an amazing picture of a little orphan girl brushing the snowdrifts with a soft floor brush.  Speaks volumes.  This is her place of refuge.

I made reference earlier to ‘MY GIRLS‘ – as I reflect I have such joy as they were part of my life during their years of study at Emanuel University.  Many now married and new Mum’s – Miriam, Oana (baby daughters) Anca (baby son).  Daria was my first point of contact in Emanuel Hospice six years ago; we have laughed together, cried together and possess such a bond of friendship.  My joy was complete when I received word last week that Daria gave birth to a baby daughter (Estera).  Baby Estera is premature (20 weeks) and weighed just over three pounds at birth.  We give thanks Daria is well and the baby is gaining weight.

The heavy snows have fallen in Romania with freezing conditions – Hamilton and I are praying that in the will of the Lord, together it will be possible to plan a mission trip for early March.  Our hands are full of work;  we do not slack; we continually place our offering before Him knowing we are called to serve.  We will go to give to others what He has given us to do.
So many sad faces, young and old, drenched with tears;  help me wipe their tears; help me pour in the oil of kindness to those just longing for a ‘Smile’.

Shirley, 16 January, 2019

‘I have been driven many times to my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had nowhere else to go.  My own wisdom and that of all about me seemed insufficient for the day.’  Abraham Lincoln

‘Who can add to Christmas?’
‘The perfect motive is that God so loved the world.
The perfect gift is that He gave His only Son.
The reward of faith is that you shall have everlasting life’.
(Corrie Ten Bloom)

Christmas, the moment ‘love was born’.  A love that gave all to save the world.  Rev. Billy Graham wrote: ‘The very purpose of Christ’s coming into the world was that He might offer up His life as a sacrifice for the sins of men.  He came to die.  This is the heart of Christmas’.  And so I ask ‘Is our hearts open this Christmas to receive, to give, to worship, to adore the Lamb of God from Heaven?’   My own heart is drawn to those who hold little handfuls of thorns, thorns of sickness, loneliness, memory.  Can we cease for a moment from ‘tradition’, and remember those who sit in silence and alone? With tenderness of heart, reach out with ‘Good Will towards men’.
We remember our childhood days were filled with a baby lying in a manger, shepherds sitting silently on a Bethlehem hillside, wise men travelling from afar, the appearance of a star, all leading to a rose without thorns, the Rose of Bethlehem, born to glorify the Father, born to wear the thorns for me.

Sadly this Christmas will be different for many near to my heart.   No gifts to wrap for Denisa, Dada, Florin, Robi, Deborah, John …… My heart breaks as I think of these precious Mums bereft their little lamb and still in the houses visited by the Emanuel Hospice staff, pain remains, sadness, tears, death and grief. I ask you to lovingly wrap the gift of prayer and remember both staff and patients.  Tabita (42) with two small little girls in the final stages of terminal illness; Baby Alexandra (8 months) diagnosed with a brain tumour, she is not responding to treatment; Little Emanuel (8) diagnosed with leukaemia; Dr. Sonia R in terminal stage of cancer with metastasis over her body; the family of Doru (59) who was called home a few days ago.  These are real people not just cases, the thorns of life are crushing just now, they are in the winter of their life.  Love came down at Christmas, Love all lovely, Love divine, Love was born at Christmas …
Kevin is progressing well, so excited as he walks with the aid of crutches.  The aid of prosthesis is required during sleeping hours to ensure his feet will not revert back to the previous position.  Kevin is still smiling and knows we are praying for him.

As I stepped outside this morning, the air felt cold and unwelcoming; clouds covered the sky, the trees had shed many leaves now wet and withered from the battering winds.  My mind again wandered to the oncology wards where parents pace the cold and unwelcoming corridors harbouring deep sadness that their little one will not be home for Christmas.  Monkstown Baptist Sunday School filled amazing shoe boxes for the special boys and girls – Thank you for bringing a smile to beautiful little faces.

As I linger with my thoughts I think of the Cighid Adult Orphans who have entered my heart; tears fill my eyes when I compare the preparation of Christmas Homecomings for those who are loved, the welcoming arms of family, the calming thought of ‘Going Home’. Thirty Three Female and Sixteen Male residents live in a forest area two hours from Oradea.  This morning as I write to you I have received confirmation special gifts are on their way to these special people.  A friend whose heart was ‘touched’ gave this special delivery wrapped in love – I wish I could deliver these special packages in person, to share their joy – perhaps next year? In our business, we ‘pass by’ unaware of the pain or hurt within.  Will they ever be home for Christmas?

Change resides in each one of us; as I look back it seems like yesterday since my own childhood days.  But as I remember the blessings, tokens of love, meaningful words, it brings a measure of appreciation for pleasant places of memory.  Some time ago I shared the story of Sister Anna who loved her children so much, she gave two away to the state orphanage for years. What other decision could she make since she had no money to feed them!  Change indeed has taken place for this family, Anna is now reunited with her three children,  working in a local factory in Oradea enabling her to provide a small flat with two small bedrooms in a pleasant neighbourhood.  Winter is very severe, as the state control the heating system in Romania. Therefore the costs can be high and she is only one of the hundreds of families who knock at the door of Casa Grace (House of Grace) having perhaps no food, no wood for even a small flicker of a flame …….   In this threadbare world they live still they have hope, expectations.  They are grateful for your food parcel as they arrive in their patched clothing.  I look on this as a ‘ministry’ an opportunity to melt their hearts of stone evident by a lack of love, just someone to care enough to show it.

Another family living in such poor conditions in a remote village.  A single mother, very sick, requiring medical tests but without money to pay.  Each day a struggle to find food for her son (15) without wood, cooking facilities, trying to survive on £15 per month.  The food parcel sent by Tell Romania is the only source of food received.  This is only one of the many desperate people who need to know we care.   Other families require two food parcels each month.  £5 weekly will change hungry eyes into eyes of joy.  How much more can we give? Our heart of love!

‘Please Sir, may I have some more’ is a famous line from the musical Oliver.  Twelve children in one family, one tiny little boy standing beside the broken cooker – hungry!  The wouldn’t ask for a cooker but the Lord provided a new cooker – the team of Casa Grace minister day by day but they need our support to continue to feed the hungry, reach the unloved and touch the rejected homeless shivering  under the bridges of a freezing Romania.  Some only know hardship and poverty, living in endless fear of violence and abuse. Their eyes speak of weariness and sorrow, partings. Stop!  Pause for a moment. Can we calm the storm within the tossing waves of life?
My ‘Super Hero’s’, how I love them.  The orphans, down syndrome, abandoned little ones.  Sister Dora does an amazing job in holding these treasures in her heart.  I love the personal messages daily reminding me of my commitment my pledge to love and care for ‘These My Little Ones’.
As we stand on the brink of 2019 let us reach out to those without hope in this life that in the clamour of their lives their hearts can be revived, their strength can be renewed as they will listen for the still voice of the Lord.   There is hope in days of hopelessness through the sighs of brokenness.
‘LOVE CAME DOWN AT CHRISTMAS’ Yes, love came for you, for me.  Love was His story, calling our name.  A love that is limitless, amazing, beyond words and this love is Ours!

I have highlighted prayer points for Emanuel Hospice, Casa Grace, Cighid Orphans, Child Life Romania. In the new year I will update you on the work of Iochebed, Bucharest Street Children, The Farm (Cluj).

Let us bow down, let us worship the Rose of Bethlehem whose fragrance breathes hope and whose beauty touches every seeking soul.
 
What can I give him poor as I am?
If I were a Shepherd I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man I would do my part
Yet what can I give Him?
Give Him MY HEART

Shirley, 18 December, 2018