Three weeks ago, we got our first baby in the
baby home. Her name is Natalia. She came to us with the chicken pox and some
respiratory problems. Even though she was sick, we all loved her. My mom and I
took her to the Red Cross and the doctor gave us some medicine. After a few
days she looked ten times better.
We
got a crib donated and I put it together in my room. The next couple of nights
Natalia slept with me. I got up in the middle of the night and gave her a
bottle and then put her back to sleep. It was a ton of fun! Then she got a bad cold.
My mom wanted to hear her in the night, so she went back to sleeping in my
parents’ room.
She
was just getting over her cold and feeling better, when my dad got a phone call
today. He told me that Natalia was leaving. She had gotten adopted and they
were coming to pick her up in 30 minutes. I was heartbroken. I really didn't want
to see her go. I went and told my brothers and we all went downstairs and said
our goodbyes. By that time I was in tears.
Thinking
about her now still makes me cry. But Donna, a missionary who recently moved
here from Jamaica and is helping at GBH, told me something. She said,
"When Moses' mother couldn't take care of him anymore and had to put him
in a basket and send him off, she trusted that God was still with him and that
He had a purpose for his life." That makes me feel a lot better. Knowing
that God will never leave Natalia and that He will always love her. He even
loves her more than I do, and He will always take care of her.
Even
though I miss Natalia so much, I know that God is always watching over her. My
mom told me that every time I think of her, I should pray for her. I love you
Natalia!
