Before moving to Kensington, the Lord had put it on my heart to work with children as a volunteer in a children’s hospital. Though I’ve applied to CHOP, as of today, they have not responded. And hospitals like St. Christopher’s require their volunteers to pay and manage their own inoculations, vetting and background searches, which, in this dry financial season we have not had the money to do. So I’ve been waiting and praying. Yesterday, the Lord literally brought an ailing little baby right to me.
Liz Marvin and I were driving out of town, on our way to a doctor appointment. The light had just turned green at the intersection of 5th and Roosevelt Avenue, when the car behind rammed into the rear of Liz’s car. We were shocked and frightened, especially when Liz saw a large man step out of the offending car and head in our direction. But as we all got out to inspect the cars he turned out to be more upset then we were. “City driving, I hate city driving, the car just got away from me!” We asked him if he and everyone in his car was okay. He thought so but went over and yelled out “is the baby okay?” Yes said the mother, who was juggling a cigarette while trying to rifle through papers.
Turned out no one was hurt, no apparent damage to anyone’s car but the driver that hit us was pretty shook up. As Liz and he were exchanging info, waiting for the woman to find the current registration, the baby was placed on the sidewalk, in his car seat. After calling the accident in I walked over to the baby.
He was a tiny little thing, looked like a new born. Eventually, I learned this little boy’s name was Caleb and he was three months old but was born three months premature! He had been in and out of CHOP and St. Christopher’s wrestling with all kinds of health issues since they’d taken him home weighing only 5 lbs. They had just come back from a doctor visit, this time for his digestive system that was giving him terrible distress.
I asked if I could pray on little Caleb and his mom said sure, that she prays for him every morning. I laid my hands on his little tummy and prayed for the Lord to pour his living waters of healing life into little Caleb, heal his body, so he could be the very important man the Lord designed him to be. To bring him comfort, refreshment, refreshment for his family, peace and provision. (they drove a beat up old sedan with cord holding the front bumper in place, front directional lights broken, they looked frazzled and dazed). Such an intense experience of love filled me, for this child, these parents. This mom was so anxious for any encouragement for this new child, so eager for prayers.
Little Caleb’s mom ended up exchanging emails with me, told me she’d keep me updated on her little one. I said I’d continue to pray for him, to pass his name to our prayer team. We hugged. She was so encouraged that here was a friendly face, someone who cared, someone positive, even in the face of an accident.
I will continue to pray for Caleb’s continued rapid development and healing, and mostly for his mom who was smoking in the car with her new born baby and for the man who may be his dad, who Liz told me afterward, had track marks on his arm. I prayed so hard when I heard this. It’s not hard enough for little Caleb to have entered the world three months early but to have parents who are themselves so broken broke my heart. I pray for them all, I ask you to pray for them all. God so loves each of them. I felt that so strongly. So strongly. Please pray!
Love you,
Diana
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