As I looked into the room full of children and their parents I was hesitant to bring my camera up from my side. Beautiful children, each born with congenital heart problems, some with holes in their hearts, others with even more complicated issues. It hurts to see the children like this, to hear a room of crying and mothers trying to lull their children, to comfort what they cannot fix. The faces of the mothers are as unforgettable as the children. They want so badly to see their child well, to see their hearts healed and the children playing. Their hope is in these operations and the hands that came to heal. As I watch them, more children and parents arrive, word of the doctors had spread, and people came from afar. I could not help but think of the thousands that came to find Jesus when they heard of what he was doing. Healing attracts everyone.
But what I will remember most is Rozha. This 11 year old girl that I spoke of in the last blog, has been in the ICU recovering from her surgery. The surgeon fixed the whole in her heart. I will never forget watching her surgery, her heart heart exposed and beating. But what I will remember even more is her smile today, her hope. She was even able to get up with the nurses help and came and saw us. Her smile, her life, gives me hope.
