by Joy Casey

There is just nothing like a newborn baby.  So helpless, so soft, so … new.  When I was at the orphanage a couple of months ago, I was drawn to an exquisite baby girl named Biftu.  She had just come to us after an off-duty policewoman found her on a street corner, crying.  She was hospitalized for a few days for a thorough assessment and then placed in our Joyful Place care center.  The police officer named her Biftu which means ‘moon’.

She came into our care when she was about 8 days old.  I was smitten.

A huge smile spread across my face when I was informed this little doll baby had been adopted into a strong Christian family living in the capital city of Addis Ababa.  Mom Bethlehem is well educated and owns her own accounting business.  She is a widow with an adult daughter who is married, but after talking with a friend who adopted a 3-year-old boy from our orphanage, felt God urging her to share herself and resources with a child needing a family.  Bethlehem named her new daughter Misgana which means ‘thanks.’  I go back to Ethiopia in less than a month and plan on visiting Bethlehem’s family and give Misgana a squeeze and a kiss.

And as often happens, as one leaves our care another comes.  Baby boy Ramadan was left by someone in a hospital courtyard where one of the guards found him.  He looks healthy and is about 3 months old.  He has a sixth “finger” on each hand which we’ll have the pediatrician take a look at to see if the appendages can be easily removed.  God knows the plans He has for this precious life … plans to prosper him and not to harm him, plans to give him a hope and a future.*  We are honored God allows us to be part of Ramadan’s story.

*Jeremiah 29:11