A tear-filled day

It was a tear filled day yesterday...

Took a tour of the hospital where the girls were born and spent the first few months of life...cried that God in his loving sovereignty chose to keep them alive despite all the odds that were against them.

Imagined the mom that gave birth to them there in that dirty, crowded hospital and sat by their side, feeding and caring for them, as they clung to life for three months...cried for all the sacrifices this widow made to give them a chance at life.

Learned that their cause of deafness was antibiotics that they were given in the hospital...cried for all they will not hear.

Sat across the room from the girls' mom, a selfless woman who did all she could to keep her family together...cried because I understand a mother's love for her children.

Watched this woman hold her children for the last time and kiss them good-bye...cried as I tried to imagine doing the same.

Looked down into the eyes of a small boy on the streets as he clung to my arm and begged me for five pesos so he could eat... wept because we are so rich in America.