02/06/2019 // 7:05 AM // NEPAL
I’m trying my best to fight for quiet time with the Lord, but it’s hard. I’m so cold. And my body hurts from sleeping on the floor for the 48th day in a row. I wish I had 3 more sleeping bags to keep me from shivering while I write this.
Yesterday was a good day. We took a bus to a Women’s Home a little ways from town. We spent time with them, laughed with them, sang songs and prayed over them. That’s where I met a boy named Malachi… Well, that’s what I named him. He is 2 months old and his mother abandoned him at a hospital. He was left completely alone. So he was taken to this mother’s home, where he now has 30 people looking after him. God always brings goodness out of horrible things this world throws at us 🙂
But…. I got attached. I was able to hold his fragile body in my arms, his skin pressed against my jacket to keep him warm. I put two fingers over his chest and could feel his heart beating. He was so beautiful. I couldn’t stop thinking about the incredible life God has planned for him. I kept saying over and over, “I just want to protect him forever.” It broke my heart to leave him… That was the first moment ever in my life where I had a genuine desire to have a baby of my own one day… everything changed in this moment. I cared for him so much, and I just met him. I can’t imagine how much our parents care for us… and the way our Father cares for every single person He has ever created, so much more.
