On Friday Night we went to the hospital to talk to people and pray for them. Our visit started out in the maternity ward. All I could say is wow. It’s pretty crazy what the conditions are like. There are 6 beds in each room, no curtains for privacy, and bedside tables covered in dirty dishes and ants. The rooms were crowded with patients and visitors. Exposed women speckled the dirty sheets. We talked with many women, some with their babies still tucked away waiting to see the light of day and some with their new arrivals by their sides. One lady that we talked to had lost her child, it was heartbreaking because she was surrounded by everyone elses bundles of joy. Another lady we prayed for had triplet girls, were they ever precious! There was one lady we met that who had given birth to her 21st child 3 weeks prior. All 20 of the other births she did by herself at home. 7 of her children had died. She was still in the hospital because she couldn’t get in contact with anyone to pay her bill so she could leave. wow.
Next we walked through the womens ward before heading over to the children’s ward. Honestly the hospital reminded me of war times with those big white tents they set up filled with rows of people. It wasn’t a tent, it was a building but it was old and there were so many people in it. Once they figure out what is wrong with the people most of them can’t even afford to get proper treatment to make them healthy again. I saw a couple women with huge peices of skin missing leaving their insides exposed.
In the children’s ward we saw lots of stomach problems- probably caused by starvation, discolored skin, malaria, broken legs and some pnemonia. We prayed over one little boy that was having convulsions. It was heart breaking. I prayed for one ladie’s little girl and as I walked away I heard my name and looked up to see the lady beside her frantically flagging me down. I went back over there and she said “Why didn’t you pray for my child?” She was a lady that had been prayed for the day before so I just didn’t think about praying for her again. I mean I guess I could have, or should have. The desparity of it all shocked me. It was unerving. After I had prayed for her daughter she quickly told me to pray for the lady and her child in the bed beside them. I obliged.
Before we left we prayed over a few more women. I wished that I could just run out of the building. I started feeling sick to my stomach. So many people in pain and suffering because they can’t afford pain medication or treatment. The tragedy of it all rolled up and crashed against my body like a giant wave. Tears rushed to my eyes and threatend to overflow, making a salty trail down my rose colored cheeks.
