One lost in childbirth, one to malaria, one to presumed malaria.
Each leaving behind triplets.
Nine babies coming motherless to the ministry in the span of two weeks.
The local doctor said, "If you weren't here, I know we'd be burying these babies."
Tragedies interrupted by hope.
But first, the tragedies.
I didn't know how to write about these new babies in our Formula Ministry until my friend Amanda sent this message, "I looked in one of our bushes and found this nest with these sweet little eggs, which immediately made me think of the 3 sets of triplets without their mommies, which then made me cry! I was thinking how even these tiny birds have a better chance of survival in that bush in my yard than the babies in West Africa."
I cried, too.
We honor the beauty of the lives of the African babies. We honor their struggle. We honor the Church and the God who were ready to welcome them.
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