Hermano Pedro
I did want to share with you about two sweeties at Hermano Pedro. After seeing the difference your prayers make in these children's lives, how could I not share. I KNOW your hearts, I have heard them, seen them and been blessed by them and don't think for one second that because you aren't here day in and day out that you aren't involved in effective ministry with these specific children. Our calendar booked until July already this year with mission teams would say differently and the prayer support that rallies within an hour of me sending an e-mail prayer request out as e-mails come flooding back in and the phone starts ringing just from people saying that they are praying... is testimony of your hearts on fire to make a difference!! Thank you for being in the battle, I feel privileged to walk with you!!
This past week I had Madi home with a baby sitter taking a nap and Hannah and I had run to spend some time with the kids at Hermano Pedro.....hitting the malnourished ward first, no sooner had we walked through the door than Hannah had her hands full with one of our cleft palate babies...little Jose hadn't had surgery yet so his little mouth ( lip) looked ( and is) split wide open but was happy as a clam and had a smile that would kill anyone...I grinned at the two of them and started over to see Alex, but was stopped by this little screeching cry coming from the bed next to his. Glancing at the name tag on her metal bed, I read "Nidia" and my heart stopped when I looked inside the metal slats to see a little girl, maybe 3 or 4 years old so malnourished her little wrist were the size of my first finger. She couldn't have weighed more than nine pounds, it just wasn't possible... her hair had fallen out in clumps because of the starvation and she lay there weakly screeching, eyes wildly roving the ceiling...the last thing she wanted to do when I pulled the metal bars down on her bed was to make eye contact, she purposefully looked everywhere but my eyes. I picked up her little body, knowing that even was hurting her and lay her on my shoulder and the screeching stopped and literally she melted into my arms and pressed her little head against my chest, right where my heart was. I whispered in her ear that today she had a new name, she was no longer cast aside or forgotten...today she was known and treasured. "Your name is Cherish" I whispered to her, at the time not even knowing what was compelling me to give her another name, but wanting the enemy to know, he had forever lost his grasp on this one.
"And you will be called by a new name
Which the mouth of the LORD will designate.
You will also be a crown of beauty in the hand of the LORD
And a royal diadem in the hand of your God.
It will no longer be said to you, "Forsaken,"
But you will be called, "My delight is in her,"
For the LORD delights in you" Is 62
It will no longer be said to you, "Forsaken,"
But you will be called, "My delight is in her,"
For the LORD delights in you" Is 62
The nurses said she was brand new, had only been there a few days. I found a rocking chair against the wall that I sat and held her frail little body. Around that time Mary burst into the cold ward in her cute sunshiny-ness, calling out greetings to the nurses...everyone loves her in that hospital and watching her... pony tail swinging and her ready-to-laugh-cuteness, I knew why. She picked up Alex who was just as delighted to see her as she was him and we laughed as he laughed and interacted better than he had in so long...... It was time to leave, time to put "littles" back in their cages, time to pull the metal bars back up and here that "click" of them locking that makes shadows pass back over the faces of the prisoners inside of them. I pulled Nidia away from my chest, the screeching started again and laid her back in her cold bed. Mary laid Alex down and we started to walk away....silent tears streamed down his face and he cried so hard, all completely silently that he started to choke and and his body went into spasms. The nurse walked over and in typical reaction picked him up and literally dropped him back on the bed ( I guess they think that clears the airways) all the while tears were streaming down his beautiful face. Finally our little Alex who we watched starving in the downstairs ward for years had been moved upstairs to the malnourished ward...he was getting better, his cheeks chubbier and his smile coming from a full tummy rather than only from the sweetness of his spirit...finally he was well enough to not just struggle for mere survival but to feel the loss of love in his lonely existences and so the tears fell from his beautiful black eyes, he didn't want to be walked away from again.
We were silent as we left the hospital to meet the boys working at a coffee shop, quiet as we kissed our husbands and I sat down at a nearby computer to start working on my next mission team coming the end of February and started listening to my ipod, one of my favorite songs was playing and usually hearing about the love of God and His mercy brings me joy and comfort but not that day, I just couldn't listen...not anymore. It was impossible to hear about the mercy of God extended to me when it looked like it was being withheld from children like Cherish and Alex. Andrew got up from his computer and went and grabbed some kleenexes for me, Scott wonderful man that he is...walked over, put his arm around my shoulder and said he loved me and did I need anything from him...I shook my head no...almost hating the love that was abundant for me and lacking for "them" ...the tears wouldn't stop and Scott sensing the moment which is something he does well, kissed my forehead and walked away. I sat there and wrestled with God, wrestled with Him all through the night and the next day. This wasn't a new struggle for me or anyone else who spends time in places like Hermano Pedro, but I think it surprised me that I wasn't "passed" this struggle. Was His mercy "limited" was His arm short...if no to both of these, why was Cherish starving physically and emotionally and why did Alex struggle with a grief so deep a grief we can't fathom... the grief of being completely being forsaken. Later I was just browsing through a couple chapters in Isaiah and TRUTH came as it always does...faithfully, powerfully, tenderly even when I act like my spirited little Madi when she is quick to make assumptions on my heart for her. In Isaiah 59 it talks about injustice and the sins of a nation, but these words caught my eye
"Now the LORD saw, And it was displeasing in His sight
"Now the LORD saw, And it was displeasing in His sight
that there was no justice. And He saw that there was no man
And was astonished that there was no one to intercede;
Then His own arm brought salvation to them........A Redeemer WILL come to Zion"
Then His own arm brought salvation to them........A Redeemer WILL come to Zion"
I think I will go kiss Cherish's little face tomorrow ...thank you for praying and for loving these babies!