Last week in El Salvador we visited a hospital.

It was an open air hospital with wings for each type of patient. We had the privilege of going to see the kids. We walked into the kids wing and I didn't get past the first bed. I looked to my right and there lay a six month old baby boy with a full head of black, shiny hair. He was laying on his bed with little legs up kicking at his mom. I quickly walked over to see her and motioned for permission to get my hands on that baby. She nodded her okay and as she looked up at me, her dark eyes were clouded in fear and terror ruled her precious face. The communication barrier of two different languages was broken that moment, fear and doubt need no words, her face said it all.

She quickly showed me the sores all over her babies body. I held him tenderly, trying not to hurt his infection filled body. I swayed softly cradling him, as a whispering wind blew through the windows, I silently prayed over him, asking for his healing but feeling hopeless. Brad came up and prayed for her and said it was time to go. How can I just leave her here, alone and scared with her sick child? I held him a moment longer and hugged his momma and walked away.

Tears immediately filled my eyes.
I didn't want to leave her alone.

Then just as the wind whipped through halls, the Lord spoke to me, "I am with her. You left her with Me. She knows I love her because you came all the way over here to show her."

There are young moms, sick children, and desperate dads all over the world that need you to go so they will know that Jesus is there with them and loves them.

Will you go?