One of my friends showed up on my radar about a year ago. I don't know when or how but it feels like she and I have been friends for years. She is simply one of those women that is genuine and someone I want to tell all my secrets to because she is so accepting and and Christ-like.
Turns out Amy lives her beliefs. She and her husband have six children. That, in and of itself, is service personified. But a few years ago both of these people felt a pull to travel to Zambia. How they found Zambia on the globe, let alone on a map is a mystery to me, but they felt spiritually led. Long story short, they found a great need for raising the next generation of children without hope. They started small. They opened an orphanage.
Are they just the cutest little things?
The truth is they are not all true orphans. These little guys are born into incredible poverty. If a mother dies in childbirth, a father can not care for the child. Formula is not a common staple for this third world country.
Tom and Amy, using the forced labor of their own children, take in any child under the age of 2. Proof of orphan status is not required. They offer safety, healthy food, medical care, education, and lots of hugs. These babies are not for adoption. Politics are not such that you get to choose one of these sweethearts and take him (Peter) home. Although I may have one picked out if I ever get to Zambia and can safely kidnap him. Tom and Amy are investing in tomorrow. These cutie-pies are Zambia's future doctors, teachers, engineers, or orphanage directors. No pressure, kids.
I've been following Amy's blog and emailing her and I feel invested in the work they have begun. When one of the babies gets sick, Amy blogs and asks for prayers. Sometimes they die. Not all of the children are healthy when they arrive. HIV rears its ugly head on occasion. I've been known to emit sobs while reading Amy's blog late at night.
For the most part, the blog is an incredibly uplifting experience. Oddly, Amy doesn't use her blog for fund raising purposes. Every year the Morrows travel to the states and do their heavy fund raising through congregations in a months time. I know I should probably know this, but I have no idea what the Morrow's religious affiliations are. They are simply followers of Christ and lovers of Zambian children.
This is Tom and Amy's son, casually eating his mangoes while holding a semi-venomous snake at bay. I don't know why.
This year's fund raising was disappointing. Last year they operated the orphanage at 50% of what they needed. I don't know why Tom and Amy do not actively seek donations through their blog but they have a little "donate" button on the right side.
Amy's one of ours. She's a reader. Here's my proposal. Look deep within the book lover of your soul and give up buying one or two books this month. I know, I know! It might hurt just a little bit, but the public library called me to let you know they missed you.
Instead of buying that book or two, please consider offering a donation to the Kazembe Orphanage. It is a non-profit charity and you will be sent a receipt for tax write-off purposes. Spend some time getting to know Amy and reading about her African Adventure. It is heartwarming, hilarious, uplifting, and interesting. Kazembe Orphanage.
This blog post was composed, written, and published without the consent of Kazembe Orphanage, or Tom and Amy Morrow. In fact, they don't have a clue!
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