To Africa With Love

Today I sent an email to the hospital in Africa that is taking care of Caleb Hope. I asked if there was anything we could do to help this precious little life. I am desperately praying that there is something my family and I can do. Even if it's sending diapers or little care packages. I want to be there for this little guy! I feel like this is something God is calling me to do. I have took a small step today in attempting to help. If the email doesn't work I may just have to send a care package anyways. My son has outgrown his baby clothes and I still have newborn diapers. With God all things are possible, Amen. I have this burning in my heart to help Caleb. I talked to my husband last night, he was a bit distracted. But I know that the story touched his heart. We will see what the next couple days brings us.

Why?

Saw this today and had to share it with a few thoughts and words about it.

Little baby Caleb Hope  that was thrown in the rubbish bin for ants to eat. According to Sowetan A newborn baby boy found wrapped in a blanket at a rubbish dump near an informal settlement in Bloemfontein is doing well in hospital. Bloemfontein Medi-Clinic spokeswoman Amanda Appelgryn said the child, named Caleb Hope, was in good condition and breathing on his own. “He was on antibiotics due to the environment he was found in.”    Workers at an informal rubbish dump near the JB Mafora settlement discovered the baby on Saturday afternoon and phoned emergency services.ER24 paramedics found the baby boy with the umbilical cord still attached to the placenta. He was hypothermic and struggled to breathe. Appelgryn said the baby had bite marks on his skin from ants while he was lying at the dump.


Words can not express how much this pains me to see and hear about. How could someone not want such  a precious gift from God? This baby did nothing to warrant the treatment he recieved. My heart broke into a million pieces after reading this. I couldnt stop crying it took me 20 minutes to get myself under control. I prayed to God to be with this beautiful baby.  I can't stop thinking about this poor baby. My mother instinct tells me to contact the people in Africa and tell them that I will take the baby. I will love him and protect him. I keep praying to God about this baby. My heart is telling me to try and help this baby. Must discuss with my wonderful husband. If I can't adopt this precious gift then I WILL find a way to help him. With God's will and his unfailing grace I am going to do my best to help this little guy have a happier life than how he started out.

A note for mama!

Inspiration comes in many forms for many different people.  The one that inspires me is none other than my own flesh and blood; my mother. She has always been there for me. Even at the times I wish she wasn’t.  She has been through so much in her life, 2 marriages, 2 divorces and another failed relationship of 8 long years.  However, no matter how hard her life was she valiantly tried to never let it show how the strain affected her, but how keen the eyes and psyche of a child are.

We saw the drain on her when her marriages dissolved like sugar in water. We felt her pain when her relationship, to the man she thought was her soul mate, went up in a torrential fire storm.  Through it all she tried to shield us. Even when we hurled insults at her and shunned her she continued to bear the burden of caring for two young kids as a single parent.  She fought through all of her pain and angst, to ensure that we were provided for.  Years later I learned the reason why she remarried the second time; she did it to give my brother and I the stability she thought we needed and that she couldn’t provide by herself. What she didn’t realize was that we just needed her.  While our life was never easy, my brother and I never did without.

Now, a mother myself, I realize it’s because she sacrificed so much to give us what we needed.  She inspires me to follow my dreams and become whatever I want regardless of the obstacles. She inspired me to be the best mommy I can be to my son. One thing I am definitely sure of? If I can be a quarter of the mom she was to me and my brother; I have nothing to worry about. 

While she forgets her own self worth, her kids will never have any doubt what she is worth. In the eyes of her kids she is the epitome of perfection. Mark Twain said, “My mother had a slender, small body, but a large heart - a heart so large that everybody's joys found welcome in it, and hospitable accommodation."-a better description of my own mom could not be found. She is my best friend, my muse; my mom. She is our rock; her heart is our home