Praying for a Miracle

I was standing in the hall in front of the line of parents waiting to see their babies in what is similar to intensive care. I can't understand everything spoken yet. But I can read body language...in any country. We were there for our friend to see her one-month-old baby girl with pneumonia during her one hour for visitation. While we were there, we all were told the "root" of mama and baby's cause of illness. As we suspected but greatly hoped not, they tested positive for HIV. There's relief to some degree. Her daughter died last summer after futile attempts to save her. She's carried the guilt of this death over the past year. It's pretty obvious now that her precious daughter that she lost last year was infected as well. The blow that really stung though, was finding out that her husband and his lover had tested positive two years ago and have both been getting treatments for it. I must say if I'd found that out about my husband, especially the realization that he was very much responsible for the babies death, I would very much want to kill him. I would never want to see that man again. I watched her face as she was revealed some pretty ugly facts. I was straining to keep the tears from starting. These people live with such ugliness, I think they become cold to it. I could see the hurt and sadness in her eyes. But she never shed a tear. 

It makes us mad. However, because of the miracles I've seen God perform over the past two years, I would never doubt that God could change this man's heart. He forgives anyone for anything, no matter how great our sins may seem. Part of me is like Jonah. I want him to receive his just punishment. He doesn't deserve forgiveness. But the reality of it is, he does. He deserves forgiveness just as much as I do for all my terrible ugly sins. 

This is not our first incident like this in our village. In fact, the nurses today said, being that this is the second case that we are dealing with, there are likely many many more such cases here. God chose this very village for us to come help. It was not random. We feel at this point we have opened a can of worms. But God knew this, when he asked us to come here. 

Please pray with us. I know many of you do. You tell me so. We need clear direction. We know God has a specific plan for these people and the best way for us to help them right now. We're already doing the things he has made obvious. We just need to know the next best step to proceed. We know their only hope is in Christ and that stands firm as our end goal. But all the in-between stuff is rather foggy with this can of worms that has been opened.