in his father's arms in orlando.
in his family's arms and home.
thank you for calling,
emailing,
praying.
thank you.
This may be one of the most important posts I ever write.
I need your help.
The Howertons need your help.
But most of all
Keanan
needs your help.
Imagine having to leave your child behind.
Coming home. Your heart torn and shredded.
Happy to be with your family, but broken that your family is
not wholly together.
Last night Diane Sawyer visited the orphanage where Keanan lives.
She held him.
He held her.
She called him a hugger.
He needs his mom.
He needs his dad.
He needs his brothers and sisters.
Please, take a few minutes to send emails,
make calls on the Howerton's behalf.
They are seeking Humanitarian Parole for their son.
Everything you need to know can be found here.
If you know ANYONE who has any knowledge,
experience or influence please ask them,
beg them, plead with them to help too.
Let's bring him home.
He will come home.
"Nobody made a greater mistake
than the one who did nothing
because they could only do a little"
-Edmund Burke
my insomnia manifests itself in difficulty falling asleep.
not staying asleep.
so when I awaken suddenly in the middle of the night for seemingly no reason I always think that there might actually be a reason.
I double check that the doors are locked.
I check on each of the girls to see if they are breathing.
(tell me that I am not the only freak that does this.)
then I spend time in prayer before falling back asleep.
my mind always races and I need to calm down.
chatting with God always helps.
last night I woke up at 3:16a.m.
the doors were locked.
the girls were breathing.
haiti was on my heart.
I turned on my phone and checked twitter in the darkness.
Kristen had just posted the following:
Out of haiti.
Evacuated to an airforce base in new jersey.
Tired but so glad to be in US.
They are coming home.
I am rejoicing.
Keanan is not.
I am weeping.
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