Brick by Brick

I sat down to check Facebook before heading to bed.

After mindlessly scrolling through dozens of posts one link caught my eye.  

Not because I was looking for something to read...to be honest my first thought was to ignore it. 

It was getting late.

I follow at least a-million-and-one blogs already; I couldn't possibly get sucked into another.

And yet--I already had.

BRICK WALLS

I started reading about Amelia.

Amelia who happens to have Wolf-Hirschhorn Syndrome.  

Amelia who needs a kidney transplant.

Sweet, precious, gift from God Amelia whose doctors are recommending to their "committee" that she is not a good candidate for the surgery because she is developmentally delayed.

A huge lump lodged itself in the back of my throat.  Not wanting to cry--desperately not wanting to cry--I got up, walked away from my computer and went to my own sweet boy; kissing his soft forehead and saying a silent prayer that no one would ever try to tell me that he wasn't worth saving.

Because I just don't know what I would do.

I'm angry.

Angry for Amelia, for her family and for all of the beautiful children who never have a chance because someone decides that they aren't worth fighting for.

I definitely realize that being angry isn't going to fix anything.   

But right now I am. 

And while it's true I needed to write this post to process my own feelings...I decided to share in part because I hope you'll be just a little bit angry too.

Maybe I can't fix things for these precious families but I can share a hope in Christ that will break down any wall.  

Brick by brick.

-Cassi

If you missed the link above...here it is again:

Brick Walls