… 2 babies …

A child was born to a friend of mine and in her email she happily announced the news of the arrival.  After all the pounds, ounces and inches, she wrapped up her email saying, “she is absolutely perfect.” 
What a statement to read in an email typed out by a mother who just gave birth yet her heart is so full of joy and wonder and awe and have to share that moment of awesomeness with her friends and families that her child whom she carried for the last 9 months is not just perfect, but absolutely perfect. 
My mind jumps up to the skyline …
Whereas in a small town in Cambodia, a 4 day old baby (named B) was brought to Daughters Cambodia 3 weeks ago.  In her mother’s eyes, she is something else.  She was diagnosed with spina bifida and club feet.  Her mother, a sex worker, does not want her child.  (In some way, I don’t doubt that she is not recklessly in love with her child though).  I shall not judge why this mother chose to give up her child.  One could only imagine if we were in her shoes, what would we do?  It is one thing to even have a healthy baby in such a poor country but to have one that is physically disabled and will need numerous medical interventions which she will never be able to afford.  In fact, B’s mother couldn’t even afford milk and clothes.  B was first seen sleeping on the floor on a stained pillow covered by a tiny little blanket.   The hospital she first was taken to gave her an initial assessment and already hammered down a life-sentence to this little baby, “Please take her home and let her die.”  The hospital refuses to give her medical treatment because the mother is a sex worker. 
My mind pauses in pitch silence …
The story of little B will continue tomorrow.  For now, all I could write is, in God’s eyes, B is not forgotten.  B, just as she is, is suffering physical disability, yet God has used her to teach me a precious lesson: 
Little B. is breathing in and out to survive depending completely on the Spirit of God.  Little B. exposes my ugly pretense of independence for the mask that it is.  Little B. expands my width and depth of compassion that God has for her children.  Little B. prompts me to stay persevered in praying and interceding for millions of children who are now out there, broken, disabled, outcasted, rejected, abandoned, disfigured, trashed, marginalized with their own spina bifida and club feet …

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