Pregunta, Por Favor

Yesterday evening the girls and I went to the bank. If you've been to Guatemala, you know that there are guards at the entrance of each bank, complete with a BIG shotgun. We always go to the same bank (best exchange rate) and so the guard there is familiar with us, always speaking to us. He has asked me before about my girls, if I gave birth to them with a Guatemalan man or if they were adopted, so he knows our story. He sees us with HG who is visibly less than perfect in the eyes of humans. So, the guard asks me if he can ask me a question. Sure. He tells me that he knows a lady that has a little boy and she can't take care of him because she is too poor. He says that she wants to give him to me as a gift. A gift? Oh my. I told him that adoptions were not possible anymore to go to the US (meaning you can't initiate a new adoption right now). He was devestated to learn this as he thought I could simply receive this gift of a little boy. It's incredibly sad in so many ways. It's sad that the adoption system no longer exists for this poor woman who can't provide for her child. It's sad that this lady has no way to provide for her son. The have-nots here in Guatemala are every where. At times, I find it so sad that I do not even want to see it. There are times when I turn my head the other way. Is that the response that God desires from me? I know that we cannot save them all and I find it difficult to even know where to begin. I can pray for this lady and her little boy, hoping that she can provide for him.