In regards to my post about little men, I just want to say that I don’t judge why anyone picks a particular child. That is none of my business. I have lots and lots of respect for all the families adopting from this orphanage and I am certain that they picked the right child(ren) for their family.

But, my heart is still broken for the boys. Where are their families?

I’ve gotten a couple of interesting responses to my that post. It’s not just me who sees this. It’s not just this orphanage or this country. All over the world, including in our own country.

There are so many factors which make a child adoptable, it seems. Age, special needs, description, referral photo. Why in the world is gender one of those factors?

Being here has only strengthened my desire to fight for these children. Especially the boys.

I would like to challenge you to pray the prayer “Break my heart for what breaks Yours.” I will warn you though, be prepared. You may end up half a world away like we are!

First of all, I want to give all of the other families who have adopted or are committed to adopting a children this orphanage a disclaimer. I am NOT calling anyone out. I don’t mean this to offend and I am not questioning anyone’s decisions. But, it has really been on my heart lately.

Why not the boys? We know of SEVEN families adopting or who have adopted girls from this orphanage, including us. And ONE family who has adopted a boy, also us.

James. David. Kristopher. Cody. Peyton. Andrew. Daniel.

Some of their names.

They all still wait.

Our son and James, who we observed today, they’re just “little men” as our facilitator calls them. They wrestle, they jump, they throw things. They’re like all of the other little boys I’ve met, but without a mama and a papa.

The thing about little men? They NEED a mama and a papa.

That’s what we see in our son. He is demanding, bossy, and pushy. Yet, as we’ve gotten to know him, we’ve seen that he is loving, helpful, protective and sensitive. He needs guidance.

Julia writes passionately for the lost boys. My heart has been stuck lately on the lost men.

The lost men these boys grow up to be. After 18 years without a family. Without security. Without anyone willing to cross an ocean for them.

What do you think? Why don’t these boys have families? What kind of men will they grow up to be?