i know a little boy

anders runs in from the other side of the house, one sock in hand & says (as if we have a real emergency on our hands, here):
"help me find my udder sock, momma, peeeease"
i go to his room and grab him a new pair of socks, because he has plenty of socks. he has a mom & dad & all he needs.
 across the globe from where i stand at this iPad in my kitchen is another little boy. not a random face in a picture taken by someone else, but a real precious life and i took the picture myself.  i saw him everyday when we were visiting Lena in the orphanage.
i know that he is in his crib. it's 2pm in ukraine & that means he is in the middle of the "naptime" that is from noon to 4.  his crib sits next to the one our lena was in for 4 years. lena is home, but the crib isn't empy. its been filled by another. i wonder if he slides his rolled up hand through the crib openings to touch his new neighbor, the way he did with the one now a daughter.
i know his name is vanya.
i know the noises he's always making..."aaahhhhhhh"...and the way his head ducks then comes back up again.
i know the way the orphanage workers say his name & the inflection they give on the first "a"...vaaaaanya.
i know they don't say his name all that often, so i say it. i pray it out loud at dawn. claiming before the Lord that He did good when He made this dear one.
and i pray for a family for vanya.  that God would stir in a mom & dad's hearts & that they'd pursue vanya as son.
i know he turned 5 recently. this means he is to be transferred from the baby orphanage to an institution. there is a heaviness in my heart about this that isn't just for sweet vanya but a heaviness because i know there are many more & the injustice of a child's fate & the feeling that i can do nothing is heavy.
so i do what i can at this point...i pray against this & i pray for a family for vanya.
and i blog to ask you to pray. and matt blogs to ask you to pray.
and i trust the Just One, who is Love & loves vanya more.