as we walked between the run down houses in a thicket of grass, i already knew what to expect. i knew i'd be a sobbing mess. i knew god wanted me to feel the suffering of another.
we stopped at a wooden shack with a blue rocking chair on the porch. no bigger than my living room, at least five people lived there. she stood there, in the center of the room, probably wondering what all these gringos were doing filling her house. although not scared by our presence, she still clung to her grandmother for comfort.
as the team members gently laid their hands on her little head and body, one began praying. praying that the lord would restore her body. that we know he is the great physician and his plan is the ultimate glory but today we want to pray for healing. that she would be whole again. that her immune system would gain control. that the chemo treatments would work. that she would be free from leukemia.
i imagined my little emi standing there. being prayed for as her tiny body fought off leukemia. i imagined the emotions of feeling so out of control, as her mother, and just wanting a miracle to take place and have my little girl be well. as i placed myself in her mother's shoes, my tears began to fall. not tears of hopelessness or despair. not tears of pain and agony. but tears of understanding and empathy and hope. knowing the big god we serve. a god who especially loves children.
her name is ruth esther. such a big name for such a little girl. i wonder if she even knows that her namesake is after two of the most incredible women in the bible? that she, too, possesses such amazing power, whether she is taken by her leukemia or not.
please join me in praying for her. for her healing. for her treatments. for her family. they sold the little land they owned to begin paying for her chemo treatments but it will not even come close to paying for all she will need. pray that god provides in a miraculous way, to bless this family and to bring him glory.
we stopped at a wooden shack with a blue rocking chair on the porch. no bigger than my living room, at least five people lived there. she stood there, in the center of the room, probably wondering what all these gringos were doing filling her house. although not scared by our presence, she still clung to her grandmother for comfort.
as the team members gently laid their hands on her little head and body, one began praying. praying that the lord would restore her body. that we know he is the great physician and his plan is the ultimate glory but today we want to pray for healing. that she would be whole again. that her immune system would gain control. that the chemo treatments would work. that she would be free from leukemia.
i imagined my little emi standing there. being prayed for as her tiny body fought off leukemia. i imagined the emotions of feeling so out of control, as her mother, and just wanting a miracle to take place and have my little girl be well. as i placed myself in her mother's shoes, my tears began to fall. not tears of hopelessness or despair. not tears of pain and agony. but tears of understanding and empathy and hope. knowing the big god we serve. a god who especially loves children.
her name is ruth esther. such a big name for such a little girl. i wonder if she even knows that her namesake is after two of the most incredible women in the bible? that she, too, possesses such amazing power, whether she is taken by her leukemia or not.
please join me in praying for her. for her healing. for her treatments. for her family. they sold the little land they owned to begin paying for her chemo treatments but it will not even come close to paying for all she will need. pray that god provides in a miraculous way, to bless this family and to bring him glory.
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