I was able to hold little baby Andres for about an hour. He couldn’t have been more than 2 months old. So incredibly precious. I just held him and spoke life into, prayed for him and sang to him. At that moment I felt as though heaven had collided with earth, I felt as though God was holding him….using me as His vessel. As I left my heart broke. As soon as I put him in his crib he started crying. Pastor Ronnie had said Andres was hungry but wouldn’t be fed until the one and only lady working in that room could get to him. I tried to stop the tears as I walked out of the room but my heart was broke for this little boy. I reminded myself that I am here for those moments….moments an orphan feels loved, moments a prostitute feels worthy, moments people can be encouraged by my testimony, moments the elderly are filled with joy just to be in our company, moments the kids of the dump laugh, play and get so excited with a gift of a little school supplies, moments the child in the hospital gets prayed for, moments when I am able to speak life over a premature baby. These are the moments I’m here for.
The moments I can speak life and pray.
The moments I bring hope to the hopeless.
The moments filled with beautiful smiles.
The moments I can Love.
