Raw flesh. Bare scalp. Distorted face. No eyelid. Only one nostril. Melted gums. A crippled hand. Patches of grafted skin. That is what I saw when I first met a 1 year old boy named Godwin. Somehow his bed caught on fire and he was severely burned. His own mother looked at him like he was from another world, and to be honest I was a little afraid at first too. In the afternoon when I came back to that part of the pediatric ward I was overwhelmed by a desire to love on this precious boy and his mom. As he laid there on the bed crying in pain I asked if I could hold him so his mom could make the bed. As he stared up at me and finally let his head rest on my shoulder I could smell his burnt flesh and feel his breath on my neck. I began humming amazing grace and it was all I could do not to cry. In that moment I no longer saw a scary-looking child but a beautiful child of God who could not have a more perfect name. God will win in this terrible scenario and is already being glorified. Countless people have touchedt heart during our visits to Kijabe hospital,but this little boy will forever have a place in my heart. There are so many more stories I could tell, but I simply don’t have time. Please continue to lift us up in prayer during our final days here because I know God is not done with us yet.
