"can you please take the child? I cannot provide for him. His parents are no more. Please please help me." That question, right there is what i was presented with on Tuesday evening at the hospital. My heart literally sank to my feet. Here i was, sitting on the floor with a 3 year old little boy named Brian. Suffering from an extreme case of malnutrition, every movement on my part was made with extreme care, as I was afraid I was going to break his little frail body. His lack of energy made getting him to smile very difficult… but none the less i continued to sing "in the jungle" from the lion king to him with an attempt to make him laugh. Occasionally I got a smile out of him but it was a rare occaurance. The more I held this child the more that I fell in love wth him. I so badly wanted to just take him home with me and care for him and feed him and get him healthy. But I know that it wasnt a possiblilty. The only joy in that whole place was a little boy named Steven who i was constantly playing peek-a-boo with. He literally made my time at the hospital not an entirely depressing one. There is so much need in this country, and it is hard on me to know that all these people want something from me and in most cases all I can do is pray with them and hug them. God has definately been stretching me on this trip, and it is an experience of a lifetime to be here! So many AMAZING things have happened and I have experienced some moments that I will never be able to forget. I LOVE AFRICA.
