Day
Three:
On
our third day, we split the team in half. One part of the team went
to an orphanage while the other group went to Mother Teresa's clinic
for sick and dying babies. I will describe my feelings about the trip
to Mother Teresa's clinic. When we first entered the clinic we delivered
two suitcases full of donated items like 4x4 gauze pads, Betadine
antiseptic solution, and other items needed by the clinic. Then,
we split up and some went to hold babies and others went to play
with the toddlers. Holding these tiny children, talking softly to them
and praying that God would heal them was a blessing to me.
The
heart breaking thing was to hear them start crying when you
laid
them back in their crib.
After
holding and praying for several of the babies, I went up to the room
with the toddlers. This was a different type of blessing. Many would
run to you wanting to be held and wanting you to play with them
and their toys. One little boy had a toy truck that was like a flatbed
trailer. He didn't quite know what to do with it. So, I put it on the
floor and placed another one of his toys on it and then rolled it across
the room. He ran and brought it back and watched as I did it again.
That's all it took. He was off to play using the truck in it's new
found way.
The
most blessed experience at the clinic was when one little girl came
and wanted me to hold her. I picked her up to sit on my lap and
she watched the others play for a few minutes and then looked up
into my eyes, lay her head on my shoulder and in a few minutes was
sound asleep. She slept soundly in my arms for a long time. When
we had to leave, I carried her in and placed her in her assigned
bed, still sound asleep. I thank God for allowing me to experience
this moment of complete trust from this little child. I will take
the vision of her trusting eyes home with me.
After
a short rest back at the guest house, we went to an orphanage to
play with the children. We brought crayons and pages to be colored,
and soccer balls. The soccer was played in a small confined
area but that didn't diminish the joy and enthusiasm you could
see on the boys faces. I tried a bit of soccer when some of the
younger boys invited me. I could tell they were taking it easy on me
when I saw one of the boys roll the ball to me. I got whipped by
the
six or seven year olds. Still, we had a great time. Looking
at the conditions in the orphanage we saw a well cared for living
space. More importantly, we could tell by the way the children interacted
with each other and with us that they were being well raised.
They were respectful and courteous. They came to each of us
as we were about to leave and hugged us with smiles on there
faces.