We’ve got an interesting ministry this month. Our contact works typically during the day. The earliest he gets off work would be around 2:30pm. We have the majority of our day to ourselves. We have decided to seek the Lord intently during this time; including morning devotionals, prayers walks, etc. At first we didn’t know what to do with our time. But as a team, most of us are desiring how to look like Christ. He has given us the time to seek him so much.
We are also doing hospital visits and prayer. We were told that we would be visiting the children's ward. Some kids have down syndrome. We came to our first child, her name was Glory. She was a mere 2 years old and the size of a newborn baby. Extremely developmental delays and now she had breathing problems. She has been in the hospital for a month and a half. The doctors are saying there is no hope. As we approach her crib she is crying, but beautiful. Her mother holds her closely. I have never seen anything to precious in my life. She was laid down and we began to pray. I began to weep. I couldn’t pray I was so emotional. I almost didn’t even know why I was crying. I could not comprehend why God would allow this sort of thing to happen? What was his purpose in bringing this beautiful little girl into the world and then taking her way? WHY? After we left I could not stop my mind from racing with thoughts of that little girl. I wanted God to tell me why! What was his purpose?
The second day visiting her I found out more of her story. Glory’s mother was 14 and no longer wanted her. So this gracious women, who brings in children that have no home, has adopted her as her own. She stays day and night with Glory, with 15 other children at home. She has been saved once, why couldn’t God save her again?
We visit her day after day. I still could not understand her purpose in this hospital. And then I thought God told me. He told me her purpose in the hospital was not for her. She could live or die, and it would not nearly have the impact that the amount of people visiting the hospital, visiting, and praying for her would. Malaysia’s primary religion is Islamic with Hindu following close behind. Glory’s parents happen to be Christian. Those of other religions would see the great love, compassion, and empathy for this little girl and it would have an impact on the entire hospital (everyone in the hospital LOVES Glory). I do not know what exactly that way might look like but I know the Lord has an amazing plan to touch many.
I stayed alone with her and her adoptive mother one day. I had no desire to visit any other patient. All I wanted to do was talk to Glory. I looked her in the eyes and talked to her for 30+ minutes through her oxygen bubble over her head. Although the doctors have told me she was deaf, and maybe couldn’t understand English, I didn’t care. As I saw time running short, I was heart broken to leave. I think about Glory constantly. Each time I pray. I am hoping to walk through this month with Glory by my side. God is good and will have his way with his precious daughter. I am praying for a miracle.
