Especially one...
This is Miracle, the baby I fell in love with in Africa. Her birthday is this month, she'll be four years old. I've been thinking about her a lot lately, I guess because of it being her birthday. I wonder what she looks like now, what she likes to do, what makes her laugh. I wonder if she is safe and healthy and loved. I wonder if anyone else in the world remembers that it's her birthday. And, I also sometimes wonder if she is alive.
She was "my baby" from day one. She smiled and laughed when she saw me and screamed and cried when I left the room. She took her first steps by herself while I was helping her. I taught her little games and tricks. I'd whisper "secrets" in her ear and she'd whisper baby-nonsense back into mine. She was really smart and feisty. And she loved me. The day I left I had to put her down in her dirty crib in a tiny room full of babies and walk away from her as she cried and stretched her arms out to me. I cried too. If there had been any way to bring her home, I would have done it.
I know I'll never forget that baby. Or stop thinking about her every February. The one thing that I can find hope in for her, and for all the parent-less children in the world, is that I know God never will forget her either. Just like he never forgets me.Happy Birthday, precious little girl!
*some pictures taken by the fabulous Hosanna Hanson.
2 comments:
Oh, that is so sad about the orphanage being destroyed. Having a baby makes me feel even more pain for orphans just seeing how much babies want and need their mama's. That is so sweet that you still pray for her. Mostly what we can do is lift them up to their heavenly father in prayer...but it is still so sad!
its true, i don't know if there is a day that goes by that i am not thinking about one of those little ones... thanks for posting!
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