01/31/2022
URGENT PRAYER REQUEST! This young lady is the first person who befriended me the first time I ever set foot in the orphanage. I’m giving her the fictional name of Mulan because her brave spirit and bright personality remind me of the Chinese girl who went to the battle to spare her aged father. Mulan came to the orphanage when she was very small. The orphanage may be the only home she remembers, and her church family is the only family she has ever known. Even though life was difficult at the orphanage at times, there were many people who loved her, and no one loved her more than me and my mom. Mulan was six years old when I went to work at the orphanage full time. Mulan “adopted” me and claimed me as “her” Wendy. She followed me like my shadow. In a short time, I found myself asking one of the other missionary ladies what she knew about adoption in Panama, and what would she think of me adopting Mulan. She said, “You can expect to be heart-broken. I mean, you can expect to be disappointed. First, you have to apply for residency. Then you have to get on a waiting list to adopt a child. The government children’s department will pick out who they think you should adopt. You don’t get to pick. Even if they did let you pick, Mulan might not be eligible for adoption.” Later I found out Mulan was not eligible for adoption, so it was a moot point. Mulan loved to lead me around by the hand and show me things. She took me by the hand to give me a tour of the orphanage the first day I was there. Another time we went on an outing and we were walking along a narrow sidewalk. Mulan was holding the hand of another grown-up, who was in the lead, and she took my hand and pulled me along behind. It turned out rather awkward when I walked face-first into the mirror of a double-cab truck that was parked too close to the sidewalk! Mulan really craved adult attention. When my mom was teaching her her ABC’s, my mom would go to her desk to help her with seatwork. Mulan would turn completely around in her seat to gaze into my mom’s face. Mulan’s eyes would be shining and she wore a huge smile. She was so excited that a grown-up was paying attention to her. My mom would laugh and say, “You have to look at the page if you’re ever going to learn to read!” Fast forward several years. I saw Mulan in June, and she was doing great! She seemed so confident, and she walked with a spring in her step. The photo was taken in June. Then I saw her a couple of weeks ago, and she was troubled and anxious about something. She has a situation that is beyond the control of anyone at the orphanage. Her case will come before the judge, and I don’t know the court date. But I am asking urgently for prayer that the judge will do what is best for her. Humanly speaking, we have no right to speak in this case; however, we can plead with a higher Judge. “A Father of the fatherless, and a Judge of the widows is God in his holy habitation” Psalm 68:5. God is our only hope, and we must believe that He loves Mulan enough to intervene.