February Hero: Parents of A-T Kids

Hero: a remarkably brave man (or woman); superman; champion; conqueror; defeater (for our purposes we will state this as being Jesus Christ); somebody admired.

In this ongoing series, where I introduce to you someone I know or have met, for the sake of avoiding controversy, a ‘hero’ will fit the definition above and by common sense be nothing more than human,  but an extraordinary one at that.

The first hero I brought you through this blog was my daughter – how she gives 24/7 to homeless and seriously abused children and her joys and sorrows through this place God has called her.

The second hero(es) I introduced you to, were Tim and Suzanne (click to read the story if you missed it).  They offer foster care to babies and through their selfless service (like so many others we probably couldn’t name them all), have adopted one of their little ones that they’ve cared for, almost since birth.

The third hero I brought you was Tom Davis.  Tom leads CHILDREN’S HOPECHEST, a mission organization bringing God’s hope and love to orphans around the world.

Everyone has someone(s) in their life they admire.  One could say we even look up to them, however I strongly feel the only one we should be ‘looking up’ to is Christ, otherwise we may easily, though unconsciously, place the others we tend to look up to upon a pedestal.  That’s a recipe for disaster and disappointment.

And with that said, there is another person I want to introduce you to that I met last week.  His name is Will.

Will and his wife had a little boy four years ago, born with an autoimmune disease called AT, short for ataxia-telangiectasia (pronounced ‘ay-tack-see-us the-lan-jick-tay-sha’ – or AT for short).  I had never heard of this one, but Will explained that simply put, it, like so many other autoimmune diseases, falls under the category of a movement disorder and the children have involuntary movements.  The complete definition is, “…a progressive, degenerative disease that affects a startling variety of body systems. Children with A-T appear normal at birth, and the first signs of the disease usually appear during the second year of life. These first signs are usually a “wobbly” lack of balance and slurred speech caused by “ataxia,” which means a lack of muscle control.”[1]

Looking at this cute, little four-year old boy, you could see he was struggling with muscle control.  To me (one who has a movement disorder), his movements were similar to one who may suffer from advancing Parkinson’s disease (my movement disorder). His limbs were slightly spastic and there was some twitching of head and face movements.

Will and his wife were told their son was one of about approximately 800 kids in the United States that have A-T.  Epidemiologists estimate the frequency of A-T as 1 in 40,000 births, but many go undiagnosed.

The prognosis of A-T?  The A-T Children’s Project says that, “A-T is presently incurable and unrelenting. If they are lucky enough not to develop cancer, most A-T children are dependent on wheelchairs by the age of ten, not because their muscles are too weak, but because they cannot control them. Later, A-T patients usually die from respiratory failure or cancer by their teens or early twenties. A few A-T patients live into their forties, but they are extremely rare.”

featI sat there, listening to Will talk about his son and watched his son having lunch with his dad.  There they sat, father and son, at the counter in a Mexican restaurant, enjoying a burrito together.  In addition, Will made the statement that most kids with A-T don’t live past the age of ten.

I don’t know about you, but that would crush me as a parent.  I’m sure in many ways that the knowledge of knowing your child will die by a specific time crushes Will and his wife, as well.  However, on that beautiful, sunny, Kentucky day, Will didn’t appear crushed, but rather, enjoying the time with his beautiful, four year old son.

I was told that he and his wife had just had another baby – a girl this time, two months old.  With the occurrence of A-T being 3 in one million, the chances of two siblings having this disease is rare.  However, since both parents have to carry the specific genes for this disease to surface, the occurrences rises to one in four children birthed by the same set of parents.  So, needless to say, their daughter fell into the one in four statistic and they have two children who both suffer from A-T.

Life can be hard and then you meet someone like Will and feel like your issues and problems are miniscule.

There was an obvious camaraderie between father and son and that’s something I love to watch – dads with their kids.  I can’t imagine being a parent of a child, knowing what could possibly be ahead of me like Will does.  But for now, he is loving being a dad to this little boy and I’m sure he is with his daughter, as well.

There’s not a whole lot I can do but pray for them.  There is an event/fundraiser for A-T coming up – a marathon to raise awareness and money for this disease.  Will has never run a marathon, but is doing it for his kids.  If you’d like more information or would like to sponsor Will in his run for a cure, let me know and when I receive more information, I’ll pass it on.

Meanwhile, please pray for this dad, his wife, and their kids.  Life can be hard and often cruel, but if we choose to take one day at a time (sometimes one second at a time), and trust God that He will come through for us, it makes it a little more bearable.

To read about another dad who’s making a difference, go to A-T  FEAT Documentary and see how you can help or for more information on A-T disease.


[1] A-T Children’s Project, A-T Children’s Website/Home

December Heroes: Tim and Suzanne

Hero: a remarkedly brave man (or woman); superman; champion; conqueror; defeater (for our purposes we will state this as being Jesus Christ); somebody admired.

In this ongoing series, where I introduce to you someone I know or have met, for the sake of avoiding controversy, a ‘hero’ will fit the definition above and by common sense be nothing more than human, but an extraordinary one at that.

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I was listening to a song the other day. Here are some of the words:

Well, I don’t know if you remember me or not
I’m one of the kids they brought in from the home
I was the red-haired boy in an old, green flannel shirt
You may not have seen me, I was standing off alone

I didn’t come and talk to you ’cause that’s never worked before
And you’ll probably never see this letter, anyway
But just in case there’s something you can do to help me out
I’ll ask you one more time

All I really want for Christmas is someone to tuck me in
A shoulder to cry on if I lose, shoulders to ride on if I win
There’s so much I could ask for, but there’s just one thing I need
All I really want for Christmas is a family

Words and music by Steven Curtis Chapman

As I sat and listened to the words of that song this year during the Christmas season, I cried. To picture a young child, standing off alone yearning for a home, someone to love him ~ a family. Heartbreaking.

I have a dear friend, Suzanne, who has a heart of gold. How we met is relevant in knowing ‘who’ she is.

When I used to work at the church as the secretary, a letter came in the mail from a couple not to far from where we lived. They were wanting to adopt a baby and weren’t having much ‘luck’ with the system, so they felt led to try ‘faith’ with the churches in town instead. They had written a generic letter to churches in the area, explaining their situation and asking that if we knew of anyone who was considering adopting their baby out for any reason, to please pass the letter along. A long story short – I did know of a young girl who was pregnant and looking to find a good home for her baby.

You will never meet a nicer couple. Tim and Suzanne met us at a restaurant as planned, and my young friend and I stayed and talked for about two hours with them. Ultimately, my young friend changed her mind the day of delivery and Tim and Suzanne were left heartbroken and empty.

Eventually, Tim and Suzanne became foster parents and their first charge was a little girl who eventually they adopted. Their second, another little girl, stayed over a year when she was finally reunited with her mother, who vowed to stay ‘clean’. Their third and last, another little girl with the same outcome as the second. If you’re going to step in as a ‘father to the fatherless’ in any capacity, prepare yourself to be broken, over and over.

Tim and Suzanne are in their late 40’s. They have three boys who are all married and have children of their own. It’s Tim and Suzanne’s time to ‘enjoy life’, as some would say. Why would you, once your kids are grown and have left home, want to resume the responsibility of raising a family all over again? Why would you opt for late nights where you sit up every waking moment with a sick baby? The cost, the time, the energy, the prayers. Most opt out.

Tim and Suzanne are a godly couple I met and fell in love with immediately and who became irreplaceable friends. They were a couple that I began to pray for to find the child God had for them. I knew from the moment I met them that they’d make wonderful parents to a child who needed a home. They have been my hands and feet to love children who, more than likely, would not have had a home. They have had their hearts broken over and over again, but God has held them up.

Overwhelming thanks Tim and Suzanne – for being my heroes in a world full of little hearts just wanting to be filled up, knowing somebody loves them. Press on. You’re making a huge difference in this world.

Making A Difference for the Fatherless

Hero: a remarkedly brave man (or woman); superman; champion; conqueror; defeater (for our purposes we will state this as being Jesus Christ); somebody admired.

In this ongoing series, where I introduce to you someone I know or have met, for the sake of avoiding controversy, a ‘hero’ will fit the definition above and by common sense be nothing more than human, but an extraordinary one at that.

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As we sit in our warm, cozy structures we call home, there are thousands, millions who are sitting outside, trying to keep warm. I’ve heard it said and read accounts of some who choose a lifestyle of being a vagabond, you might say. However, I would bet for most who find themselves homeless, they would choose otherwise if given the opportunity.

A few months ago, I can’t remember how but, I came across a blog authored by a guy named Tom Davis. Tom is a guy who takes the call of James 1:27 seriously.

“Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.”

Just who is Tom Davis? Here is an excerpt, taken from his blog:

In 1997, a transformation of the heart took place in Tom’s life. It was a time of realizing what things mattered most to God.

It happened in Vladimir, Russia, among a group of Russian orphans. Tom, his wife, Emily, and theirTom-photo-BW-256x300 six-month old son, Hayden were leading a Christian camp for 140 kids. While walking in these “Fields of the Fatherless,” Tom understood how important ministering “to the least of these” is to our Father. Here were innocent children, who, because of tragic circumstances not caused by what they had done – were rejected, isolated and abandoned. He was compelled to do something!

As a pastor, Tom knew that the purpose of the church was to reveal God’s love to kids just like this. As a “Father to the fatherless” (Psalm 68:5), God’s heart and character is revealed through the love of His people. But in Russia, the love of God wasn’t being shown to children who desperately needed it – so he knew that he would spend the rest of his life being an advocate for orphaned children.

Tom is the President of CHILDREN’S HOPECHEST, a mission organization bringing God’s hope and love to orphans around the world. Their work is focused in the countries of Russia, Romania, and Ukraine. HopeChest helps churches and corporations around the U.S. Adopt an orphanage and make a real difference in the lives of orphans.

Oh hw I praise God for people like Tom Davis and his family. People not afraid to fight the good fight and travel roads that some cannot travel. People who take the call that God has given to each of us to look after orphans and widows. Perhaps you cannot literally travel a road that represents that road of care and concern. However, if you have the means to support their ministry and make it your ministry at heart, go here: A Way to Change A Life Before the End of the Year.

“Your gift supports programs that have rescued many girls from forced prostitution. These programs savedKatya, and may have saved her best friend Nadya… You can read more about Tom’s ministry here: Tom Davis’ Blog

If you’ve ever had a heart to change the world, this is a good place to start.

December Hero: Tamara Woodbridge

Hero: a remarkedly brave man (or woman); superman; champion; conqueror; defeater (for our purposes we will state this as being Jesus Christ); somebody admired.

In this ongoing series, where I introduce to you someone I know or have met, for the sake of avoiding controversy, a ‘hero’ will fit the definition above and by common sense be nothing more than human, but an extraordinary one at that.

In the times we are going through – unemployment, rising costs all around, broken marriages, abused children, neighbors suing neighbors – it seems that there is nothing good, nothing positive to be seen or to be heard. At least that’s what it seems like.

The other day I was thinking about this and decided that each month I am going to introduce you to one of my heroes. A valuable player on the team in my game of life. But – what exactly is a hero – to me?

“You look beautiful today, Tamara.
And that’s not just because I want to use your iPod
and because I need you to get me water.”

A hero, according to Webster is a mythological or legendary figure often of divine descent endowed with great strength or ability, otherwise known as an illustrious warrior. It is someone who is admired for their achievements and noble qualities and shows great courage and has become an object of extreme admiration and devotion.

Now, I know this person is not a mythological character but, is of divine descent, being a child of the High King. Because of her heritage, she has been given and has shown great strength and abilities and has indeed been an illustrious warrior. I admire her for her achievements and how she can show great courage in trying times and yes, she has become an object of extreme admiration and devotion.

“So God took cells and put them togetherlike legos to make us?

Do you think He pretended the cells were legos?

I bet he did.”

tam 4One of my favorite heroes is – my daughter.

Many of you know that she took a job offer almost a year ago, in southern California. Tamara, my daughter, works in a group home for seriously abused children. She oversees a home of +/- twelve boys and other staff members. In the last nine months, she has become a mother to several children who, more than likely, have not experienced unconditional love, safety, and other qualities of life we take for granted, usually on a daily basis.

“Tamara what did I do to get to go with you?

Cause whatever it was I want to do it again so we can go again!”

One of the hardest parts of her job is ‘becoming involved’. Beginning to realize that there is a place in her heart for these kids. Even after she has been kicked, called every foul word there is, punched in the face, walked around the buildings for hours in the middle of the night, and more – even after all that, she laughs and plays with these kids. She tucks them in at night and prays together. When no one else will take them in, they find a way into her heart.

She affectionately calls him ‘Munchkin’. He was seven when she met him and he was still seven when she had to let him go. That was the day I got a phone call, listening as she emptied her aching heart in front of me. That was the day I helped her carry her broken heart to the feet of Jesus. All I could do was listen. But Jesus… I know he can heal the brokenhearted.

“I’m gonna sue you guys if you don’t give me snack now!”

Munchkin was moved to another home because of someone else’s neglect. When Tamara returned from having a day off work, she returned to chaos. Her little Munchkin had been hurt and sent for emergency care to the hospital. She hightailed it to the hospital to see him. When she finally caught up to him, he had a big smile waiting for her, surprised that she would come to see him on her day off. Just him.

That’s what happens when Jesus gets a hold of your heart – you give it away and often, it gets beat up and bruised, inside and out. The only one who can heal that kind of pain is the one who took hold of it – Jesus.

“Tamara enjoyed waking up her boys this morning by bouncing on their beds.”

Tamara begins her day of heroism at 6 AM and wraps it up anywhere after 10 PM. It can be a day full of tension, sacrifice, brutality, and more. However, in the midst of all of that, you can hear laughter and see tears of forgiveness and experience love. It’s a love, you could say, that surpasses the comprehension of most people. She loves those kids – red and yellow, black and white – without reservation. “Her kids” she calls them and considers them her own, as a mother hen is to her chicks.

She may not be a hero in the sense that she’s saving the world like Superman and she certainly has no red cape or blue tights, but she is saving the world, one little-sized heart at a time. And that is definitely making a world of difference.

Seven year old: “Tamara, if you can read minds what am I thinking right now?”

Me: “Um, food?”

Seven year old: “Nope. That you’re pretty.”

The other day I was thinking about this and decided that each month I am going to introduce you to one of my heroes. A valuable player on the team in my game of life. But – what exactly is a hero – to me?
IMG_0948″You look beautiful today, Tamara.
And that’s not just because I want to use your iPod
and because I need you to get me water.”

A hero, according to Webster is a mythological or legendary figure often of divine descent endowed with great strength or ability, otherwise known as an illustrious warrior. It is someone who is admired for their achievements and noble qualities and shows great courage and has become an object of extreme admiration and devotion.

Now, I know this person is not a mythological character but, is of divine descent, being a child of the High King. Because of her heritage, she has been given and has shown great strength and abilities and has indeed been an illustrious warrior. I admire her for her achievements and how she can show great courage in trying times and yes, she has become an object of extreme admiration and devotion.

IMG_1028″So God took cells and put them together

like legos to make us?

Do you think He pretended the cells were legos?

I bet he did.”

One of my favorite heroes is – my daughter.

Many of you know that she took a job offer almost a year ago, in southern California. Tamara, my daughter, works in a group home for seriously abused children. She oversees a home of +/- twelve boys and other staff members. In the last nine months, she has become a mother to several children who, more than likely, have not experienced unconditional love, safety, and other qualities of life we take for granted, usually on a daily basis.

IMG_1026″Tamara what did I do to get to go with you?

Cause whatever it was I want to do it again so we can go again!”

One of the hardest parts of her job is ‘becoming involved’. Beginning to realize that there is a place in her heart for these kids. Even after she has been kicked, called every foul word there is, punched in the face, walked around the buildings for hours in the middle of the night, and more – even after all that, she laughs and plays with these kids. She tucks them in at night and prays together. When no one else will take them in, they find a way into her heart.

She affectionately calls him ‘Munchkin’. He was seven when she met him and he was still seven when she had to let him go. That was the day I got a phone call, listening as she emptied her aching heart in front of me. That was the day I helped her carry her broken heart to the feet of Jesus. All I could do was listen. But Jesus… I know he can heal the brokenhearted.

IMG_1023″I’m gonna sue you guys if you don’t give me snack now!”

Munchkin was moved to another home because of someone else’s neglect. When Tamara returned from having a day off work, she returned to chaos. Her little Munchkin had been hurt and sent for emergency care to the hospital. She hightailed it to the hospital to see him. When she finally caught up to him, he had a big smile waiting for her, surprised that she would come to see him on her day off. Just him.

That’s what happens when Jesus gets a hold of your heart – you give it away and often, it gets beat up and bruised, inside and out. The only one who can heal that kind of pain is the one who took hold of it – Jesus.
IMG_0841“Tamara enjoyed waking up her boys this morning
by bouncing on their beds.”

Tamara begins her day of heroism at 6 AM and wraps it up anywhere after 10 PM. It can be a day full of tension, sacrifice, brutality, and more. However, in the midst of all of that, you can hear laughter and see tears of forgiveness and experience love. It’s a love, you could say, that surpasses the comprehension of most people. She loves those kids – red and yellow, black and white – without reservation. “Her kids” she calls them and considers them her own, as a mother hen is to her chicks.

She may not be a hero in the sense that she’s saving the world like Superman and she certainly has no red cape or blue tights, but she is saving the world, one little-sized heart at a time. And that is definitely making a world of difference.

IMG_0949Seven year old: “Tamara, if you can read minds what am I thinking right now?”

Me: “Um, food?”

Seven year old: “Nope. That you’re pretty.”