Stepping out of church on Sunday, we were introduced to the cutest little baby. It was Naan. I totally did not recognise her! Now 3.5kg (remember, she came to us at 9 months old weighing just 1.2kg) she is a miracle in full flight. Naan has been in foster care these last two months and now her parents are saying that with six other children, they just cannot afford to keep her. The family she is with adore her and a sister of the foster carer is very keen to adopt.
Naan - of whom the hospital said 'no, take her away; she's going to die'; whose father said 'throw her in the river ...' (and he is a gentle, nice guy!). Never say die!!Meanwhile, we have had little Long visit today. His mum is with us as she has had an arm mauled by her nice neighbour's not-nice dog. From a little crippled guy, Long is now biking one kiometre to school each day and is running around like a kid should.
Long showing me his new creation (top) and playing in the yard today. This is the joy we are so privileged to be partakers of - lives forever changed because God is good.
Literally a couple of hours before Long's mum suddenly turned up. Pastor Mara was meeting with me and recounted more about her story. Apparently she had tried many things to see her son recover from his crippling disease. When she had an invitation to the healing home, people in her village apparently said 'No, don't go. You are wasting time and money - he is going to die anyway'. Her response - 'I will try one more time'.
Upon her return to the village and without anyone saying a thing to her, she turfed all her idols and the spirit house out of her house and burnt them. She declared 'I do not trust you any longer - I now know what I believe'. She's a good one!
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