Yesterday was one of the most beautiful and heart wrenching experiences of my life. When I was working in the baby home, I was called into the preemie room to the bedside of the first baby I had grown to love here. I walked into the room, my heart in my throat, knowing that her health was failing and fought the urge to break down and cry at the sight of her pained breaths.
My friend was kneeling by her side with the holy water in a medicine cup, waiting for me to begin. Immediately I begged the Holy Spirit to take over my mouth and body as I recalled the proper way to perform a baptism. As I prayed over her I could feel this warmth encapsulating my body and I could hear my ‘coworker’s’ voices echoing mine. At 1:20pm, In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, Mary became a Christian.
As I walked away, my eyes filled with tears, I was flooded with an immense joy knowing what had been done for her and how I had quite literally become an instrument for the Lord. Precious little Mary was abandoned at birth but was always part of God’s plan; she was loved at her first heartbeat and adored at her first breath. Countless hours of holding her close to my heart and singing into her ear could never even come close to the Father’s love for her.
I beg you all to pray for this little one as she battles pneumonia and other complications. May Christ give her comfort and peace.