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Oraeley’s Adjustment

Wednesday, January 29th, 2014

My online effort today was adjusting my sidebar on the blog. If you visit my site you’ll notice the changes when scrolling past the tracker that shows the location of people who are visiting Hopefully what is there makes sense.

The design alterations here are pretty comfortable and easy to look at for me, I love to know your thoughts also. The back drop is Psalm 91:2. It’s a wonderful spiritual message (not that you can see anything beyond half of the Celtic style cross) I love the parchment texture impression.

My next post is about the Claus family. I’ve put a widget in my sidebar for their adoption journey. Visit their family blog In Search of Pearls if you are interested in getting to know them a little and reading about current fundraising events. Thanks!

I have also modified my name a little. I am now “Oraeley: Mama and Orphan Advocate” The tag line is still “Life According to Laura” as it has been for many years.

Them Lily Trees

Saturday, August 3rd, 2013


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I mentioned the lilies trees that are right outside my house yesterday, so of course have to share them with you, in so much as is possible. A photo is worth a thousand words, but neither can quite describe the scent, only experience holds that treasure. None the less, they only last a matter of days at best, two weeks. The lilies are gorgeous and taller and thicker every year; this season the kids could push their weight against the lilies stalk without it breaking. Each year the scent is stronger and the resilience greater. Is that true with your happy memories? Mine are, the further in the past happy points are, the more I appreciate them. In saying that I do not intend to imply that life should be lived inside out, looking back rather than forward, rather in my own way I seek to imply that fond recollections can build passion and belief, even in something elusive, stronger to the point that others can share that love and appreciation for a passion that began possibly before they were even born.

Drawing too much out of flowers when I should really be hitting the laundry? Yeah, OK.
These lilies mean a lot to me; when they first open the smell is intoxicating. Just as a candle might be in it’s ability to rekindle a favorite past time held in presence of such an aroma. For me it’s the calling back of high strung nerves, excitement and uncertainty. The biggest day of my life. Yes. The day I forgot to shave my armpits and said, “I do”

Coming up on 8 years, baby.


Thursday, August 1st, 2013

For those who miss my posts about the simple things like how much the lily trees in my front yard have a fragrance that reminds me of my wedding bouquet: I miss them too, and wish them back with my whole heart.

39283_630106027008482_2015578825_nGod has a pattern with me. It’s called, “You want that? I have something better you. I’m 28 now and still have the same reaction that I did as a 4 year old. I sigh and think that if other people who want it get it, why don’t I? People who know way around this call it, “discontentment” the Lord gives me those people. The ones who quietly shame me, reminding of something. Oh if I sat down and counted the ways. Yet God says yes by keeping me alive, a roof over my head, and clothes on my back. Also, hands that can type and a blog to vent. This last week or so I’m especially full of what I call Anyone Up Their?? Syndrome. I want something GOOD but have no one to stand by me in that. Ecclesiastes 3 is dripping full of warning against the I need it now mentality.

To every [thing there is] a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up [that which is] planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace. What profit hath he that worketh in that wherein he laboureth? I have seen the travail, which God hath given to the sons of men to be exercised in it. He hath made every [thing] beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.

This passage continues through 22 verses in chapter 3. If you want to read it, go to Ecclesiastes.

In short on a day where I feel consumed in self doubt, self pity and upset that I can’t be a hero. I feel like curling up and waiting for the seasons to pass by. Waiting to watch Gods awesome plan develop around me, since I seem to have little or no ability to control my part in what seems to be one chance to change things. Just one chance to save someone’s life. God works miracles through other people, not through me. Because I’d take glory in myself rather than giving credit to Him?
Right now I’m pained over adoption. Why has God taunted me with the faces of these malnourished ill treated children in what our country are known as 3rd world cultures? I’ve always had a heart for kids in need, no less kids with medical, physical or mental challenges. God’s given me faces through Reece’s Rainbow and with the life of a house wife I have plenty of time to research these children and learn of the families that are adopting them.
the child who is on my heart tonight, in addition to the kids that I’ve already written about is 18 month old Julius. Has God shown me this young man’s face to strengthen my face and make me more hard core and focused as a mother to the kids in my house. I know from experience over the last two years is that asking for additional information only makes the tears hotter and my heart harder against my husband’s heart not being for bringing a child home. He’s right of course; that it’s not just money, it’s also that our kids are young. Having medical needs in the home would take away from attention that they need from me. I know things would be different if money weren’t an object. Responsibly speaking, it is. Redirect? These families make it through holding up as their guide trust that God will provide. Just as he held the sea apart so that the Israelites could cross only to make the waters regress to their normal form in order that the Egyptians who meant to defy God by reclaiming their slaves, God’s chosen people. Funding an adoption is impossible for normal folk, yet they’re brought through, despite a myriad of obstacles. These incredible individuals go on under the premonition that these kids are theirs, as much as their biological children are. FOCUS ON THE CHILDREN YOU HAVE ALREADY RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU is the message God’s given my husband to tell me time and time.

God’s left me with a choke in my heart and an extra hug for my kids who I already love more than life itself.
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Such a young guy in a part of the world that I know nothing about. Orphans in Eastern Europe have a point in which kids, “age out” putting them in adult mental institutions or leaving them without resources out of an environment that they’ve learned to live in for the purpose of making room for other unwanted young children. All I know is that this little guys conditions are easily treatable and controlled in our world. What I am armed with is a husband to keep me on track with where my focus should be, and a God who wants me to pray for something that will somehow make me stronger in something. Be faithful in little and something big. That’s in one of my most feared parables told by Jesus, I believe to the scribes and Pharisees. Recorded somewhere in Luke.

Luke 19:17, And he said unto him, Well, thou good servant: because thou hast been faithful in a very little, have thou authority over ten cities.

The man speaking is a wealthy land owner who left money with 3 servants, with no directions other than you damn well better not lose this! The man being praised at the end invested (quite successfully) one man buried his portion under a rock fearing formerly displayed harsh nature of his master. The scriptures don’t tell us what reasoning compelled the good and faithful servant to multiply the money he was given, other than personal foresight not to cope with the masters nature, rather to exceed expectations of a greedy land owner. I’ve always had pity for the man who is thrown into hell fire, but in the story he’s the fool.

The lesson here for me: The little that I’m faithful in is guiding the kids that came out of my own womb; the ones who are up late watching Word Girl. They’ll be tired tomorrow–every moment that I have with them, not determining my heat of hell fire, but as a testimony of my accepting God’s will to redirect my desires, curb my passions and focus me inward. How can I grow the portion that I’ve been given. It looks as if I’m to turn this around and teach them contentment, share with them a passion to pray for people who are in need, teach them not to take anything for granted. Teach them to believe that God provides and sees everyone’s needs.

I don’t know what God will give me next; if ever he’ll honor me with the awesome gift of a child from another world, a true blessing beyond measure. I go crazy imagining why others are gifted the gaining of one of these orphans while it is withheld from me. Have I been unfaithful, or unfocused in my world where they have not? I don’t deserve it?

Give me focus, God on where I’m to be.

Patience wait, opportunity to pray and the ability to help others financially while I hope and wish to have this passion realized in my own life.

This post is at least double the length that I like to give you. All the more fitting by how much time is taken up in crying at least internally for children like Hannah from yesterday. Aging out of her baby house next month. Hundreds of children have this as their situation.. Not a hair falls without God seeing. He watches over the orphans and fatherless which these kids. The only thing God cannot do is lie.

I hardly know my point in this, or if it’s for publishing. If you have $23,000 and the heart and ability to commit to a child in need consider doing so. I don’t so I can’t; someone can, I know it.

Hot Diggity!

Monday, July 8th, 2013

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I thought you were gone,

You were entirely unaccessable, dear friend for what seemed a better part of forever creating a deep blah in my bits of whatever it is that I do all day. I felt so empty without you, space in cyberspace that has been with me for 8 years and two months, it was like those years just fell out of my life…more or less!

I still have the terrific people or actually some of them in my life yet as I did when I started out. Since I lost you I stopped taking pictures every day and logging moments that ought to be written about. My son is 7 this month, let this be the month that I begin writing every day again. Diederick was born in the metaphorical pages of oraeley. I’ve gotten sloppy over the past year as my mind is covered in stacks of laundry and piles of dishes, crumbs on the floor and smudges on the walls from busy little hands.

The big news since I last cracked into oraeley dot com is that Marnie the beautiful girl from Eastern Europe who I fell in love with over Christmas through Reece’s Rainbow

has been claimed for adoption by a wonderful family on the West Coast, not more than a days drive from where Darren and I now live. Click here for a link to their introduction and donate button (10% of all donations go to Voice of Hope fund).

My prayers for this girl could not been more clearly spoken to than they are now with this development. She is to be adopted into a family that already has two young ladies with Down Syndrom, coming home too with a little boy from the same country.

Yana still rests in a orphanage in Russia, a country that has closed it’s doors to outgoing USA adoptions. My heart is broken for this, and her life and being is always on my mind every second of the day. Thanks be, she has been in a handful of news casts in Russia which I’ve been blessed to see. She’s growing up beautifully and is living in such a lovely place, but sadly it is a baby home which she will age out of. My petition of the Lord is that she would be seen by a Russian family who would find it in their hearts to bring this beautiful young lady into their home and raise her as their daughter. This is said to be unlikely, as traditionally families want children who are by their cultural standards perfect. I’m linking here my favorite video article with Yana in it, I’ve watched this more times than I can even tell you. Click here

No new babies in our house, though we do talk about bringing foster care into our family dynamics (I’ve taken all the required classes, we filled out all the paperwork, and I’ve gone in to do my finger printing. I’m waiting on Darren writing his autobiography! We’re nervous about the Home Study, this house very lived in!).

My sister in Oregon welcomed with her husband a new baby girl who I will have the privilege of meeting next month. Aubrey is 1 month old. 1010751_10152918427400577_106386260_n


Glad to be back!!!!

Prepare yourself for plenty of photo filled posts! I’m back, baby.

Plenty more coming from the Harr house. :)

PS: It was actually just 3 months since I was last able to long in, but still just the idea that the writings of 1,254 posts could blow away was rough.

Saturday, and Blogging

Sunday, April 11th, 2010

I’m really a little too sleepy to write, but isn’t that the best time? I’ve decided that I want to write every day so I’m going to at least put something in here to start it all going again.

Our Saturday.

My brothers Mitch and Philip came down from Seattle for a little visit. They stopped in at our house for awhile then took Koen, Carly and I out to my mom and dad’s while Darren had Deeder out shopping for Sunday’s dinner.

Deeder joined us shortly at my mom and dads.
We spent a few hours over there; Deeder got to playing computer games with Seth (hopefully Seth didn’t mind the company), Carly napped after tiring of chasing cats, Koen got to be held by whoever passed through the house. In the midst of this I worked on my dreads.

(I adore seeing my dad hold my babies)

My nice momma made coffee for me while I was busy messing with my head. Thanks for the coffee, Mom. I’m still awake, even though it was only halfcaff. That’s a good thing, since I had a house to clean up and diapers to wash.
The diapers still need to be folded, but that can wait for tomorrow.

Time to sleep.

Blogging is a lot like working out, or organizing; if I procrastinate after supposedly comitting to consistency, yeah…not good.

Blur due to neglected camera lense.