whispers of King Jesus...

last week 2 girls and i were sitting on a step outside of the post-natal ward at the hospital. we were praying and observing all the liveliness going on around us. there were countless families sitting in little groups chatting, eating, and drinking tea. a woman in their family had just given birth and was residing just inside the post-natal ward. every once in a while the guard might let someone in to see her. just to my left i saw a grandmother type squeeze out of the ward cradling a newborn in a blanket. she approached a man and handed over the baby to him. he took the baby in his hands and gently brought a tiny ear up to his mouth. he began whispering secret words to the child. i watched from a distance wondering just what he would be saying to the baby. it is tradition within the muslim religion that the first words a baby hears come from his father. he whispers words about their religion and their god allah. as i sat pondering the man finished, handed the baby back to the woman and briskly walked away.


thursday i was posted in the newborn room. i absolutely enjoy those days spent welcoming new life into the world, celebrating birthdays, being thoroughly delighted in each new creation and whispering into little pink ears. when i arrived there were 2 babies waiting for me in the newborn room and 2 more quickly arrived wet and screaming. after i cleaned them off and warmed them up i proceeded to pick them up and whisper into their ears about King Jesus. there was one precious little girl that had been crying, but when i picked her up and started to whisper stories of my Jesus who calms the storm she promptly became extremely calm and alert. her eyes found mine as i told her about His mercy and compassion and love for little children to enter into His kingdom. as i whispered these sweet treasures to her she held my gaze and then slowly reached up and touched my face, not once but twice. i know that newborns don't see well and they certainly don't have the motor skills to control their movements, but for this brief moment we shared something. her spirit understood mine and it was beautiful...

every baby that we deliver gets bathed in prayer and receives a helmet of salvation. we have been busy crocheting hats for weeks now to cover all the precious little heads. we pray for little warriors, little pauls and peters, little peace-bringers and truth-speakers....little children to be added to the kingdom of heaven...and we're believing God to move in ways that are supernatural, in ways that human minds cannot possibly grasp. and i see it beginning among the babies and those who are willing to be child-like in their faith. the Spirit is moving...we're just running to try and keep up.