You may be familiar with the song, “break my heart for what breaks yours, everything I am for your kingdom’s cause”… A song that I all too soon found understanding in as my heart was painfully broken yesterday.
I had decided to purchase roses for the women at the hospital that had just given birth since they were not permitted to have family or friends visit. Upon delivering the roses, I felt the urge to check on the orphan that I had met the day before in the next room. So, my teammate and I stayed as the group finished delivering, and held that girl that was alone in a crib. She was found in town with no name, or anything, so of course as we attempted to put her back in the crib she wailed out a painful cry so hard to hear that my teammate began to cry with her. As I stood over that crib singing lullabies, and praying peace to her soul, my teammate nudged me to look into the hall.
In the hall, sat a new mother sobbing. We had met her, and her newborn the day before as she told us her new boys name, while shooing roaches away from his crib, accompanied by a space heater. That newborn, was now in her arms as she sat there in tears. I quickly realized why she was upset, as I looked into the blankets and saw that her son was blue.
As I looked back to my teammate, my eyes were also filled with tears of sorrow. Could his life already be over? We decided that I should go out and pray with her. As I stood over her praying, I watched as his eyes rolled back into his head, and she continued to shake his arm, and lift the blanket to see if his chest was still moving. It was. He was still breathing. To be respectful of what may be her final moments with her new son, I took a seat behind her, and poured my heart into prayer. As I pleaded with God to give more life, and minutes felt like days, the nurse finally came. I stood up, and watched as the nurse looked at me, and reluctantly got out a monitor that she attached to the premature baby’s arm. Not knowing if she was attempting to prove to the mother that it was over, I stood watching that monitor as it ticked away little signs of life. With the little Spanish I have, I communicated with that nurse. She was attempting to leave the baby to pass, and asked where I was from. After I told her that I was from Estados Unidos, she picked up the phone, and explained that I was advocating for this boy. Within moments, the boy was in the ICU with a team of doctors, giving the care he needed. He was brought to life. God heard my prayer, and used my citizenship in that circumstance to work for that baby’s life.
My heart was broken, but quickly restored. Eventually the orphan with no name also felt peace and stopped crying. God hears all our prayers, and songs. I don’t think I will ever sing for God to break my heart for what breaks His the same again.
Xo
In the store outside of the hospital, there are coffins of all sizes, in order to accommodate the all too common losses. .jpeg&maxwidth=640)
