i rise weary in the night with the moon-mother in her white shawl and together we lift baby to breast and feed on the old rocking chair, the one my grandmother used to use. it creaks with the sway of my hips and baby's jaws move and swallow and i think of my pillows with their creases. and i pray to stay awake while lactating mothers across africa are begging the skies for one more drop of milk to feed their infants, dying.
i lay him back amongst blankets blue and walk the carpet to my bedroom, thinking of their black worn feet treading dust and dirt, stumbling into refugee camps, babes tied lifeless to back and tiny graves marking the way.
and i lay folded into the angles of my husband, and pray God keeps his angels 'round us when Where are the angels of africa?
in the morning, aiden is the first to hear his brother, and before i can make it to the nursery he's standing there in his pajamas, soother in hand, waiting at kasher's door, waiting to give kasher kisses. "uh-oh" he says, seeing me, meaning "uh-oh, baby's crying and i'm here to help" because his heart is big that way.
he doesn't know about africa, about the thousands of babies wailing and no one there to feed them soothers or milk or kisses, and if he did know, he'd be there, as any child would, standing at africa's door with supplies in his hand and tears in his eyes.
i open the door and he runs to the crib, exclaims at the sight of his brother crying, and holds out the soother, desperate to take baby's tears away.
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it breaks my heart really...there are some things we are doing locally to give globally here as well...
ReplyDeleteWow...heartbreaking. Haunting and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteMy husband and I sponsor a child in Africa...I think I will write her a letter today.
Or maybe we could do both. *smile*
ReplyDeleteBlessings on you & your family and those throughout the world. May we all experience peace and joy today and may we end the day fully sated by God's grace and a full tummy.
Amen.
xoxo
yes.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and haunting. May we all have the open hearts and willing hands of children!
ReplyDeleteI traveled to Ethiopia in 2009 and fell in love. I wrote a poem about the rain and the milk and the mothers in Africa. I held a newborn, two days old, that hadn't yet had a drop of milk or powerful colostrum. I dressed that baby, who's young mom had to give up, because he came naked in a dirty cloth, fed him from a bottle and wondered. I wonder and wonder still. The disparity and brokenness doesn't touch my middle-class, first world life unless I allow it. I am shamed by my own callousness - even after I've seen it and held it in my own mother arms. Thank you for reminding me. bless you today
ReplyDeleteI just love this call to action, Emily. Tears flood my eyes just thinking about the images of these Helpless Ones....suffering. Prayers lifted as I write....that God would reach down and relieve their suffering. Held alone by Grace, jen
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful, Emily. we have been praying daily for the people in Africa. Our Compassion Child lives there and we are concerned and hopeful that God will bring this season of struggle to and end...
ReplyDeleteand now we are best friends. ;)
ReplyDeletelet's keep reminding each other. The callouses that Alyssa talks about, I know those. I need someone to scrape them off (ew) (but seriously).
We must follow the same stories, friend, which doesn't actually surprise me. My heart breaks for those mommies, too, and for the little ones whose fault it is not. I love you. You're a beautiful mama.
ReplyDeleteYour little son has such a compassionate heart.
ReplyDeleteI have my grandmother's rocking chair, too.
ReplyDeletewe sponsor a child through World Vision and today we will send more love his way. thank you for reminding me.
I have missed you all....so glad to be back...you are inspiring Emily....love you dear friend! :-)
ReplyDeleteAh yes, if only we had direct lines to those suffering people...so many interlopers. A really beautiful reflection on your part...and your son's.
ReplyDeletethank you for always inspiring...
ReplyDeleteyou got such a big heart emily... we're supporting a child in a children's home in india for years now and it's good to see her growing up with hope..
ReplyDeleteA powerful call for God's people, Emily.
ReplyDeleteGod uses where we are to beak us - to stir us up and inspire us to move others.
My heart is broken for the mothers in Africa who give every last drop to their dying babes...and for the sick and dying in Haiti who share a cot in a hot tent with others who are sick and dying while I have access to all the health care I need and ease my body into a clean dry bed I share only with a husband who loves me.
May God have mercy on those who suffer and may God's people rise up and truly BE God's people.
Praying this morning for Africa. We are going to have an event with our youth group with Kids against hunger. Packaging food to send. So sad! thank you for crying out on their behalf!
ReplyDeleteThank you for the prod to give. My mind works like that too. When I'm the most blessed I often think of others that suffer. World Vision America got my contribution today. Appreciate what they do.
ReplyDeletePraying and weeping with you, for the loss, the pain, the hunger...
ReplyDeleteMay our Almighty One show His power in remarkable ways, for only He can can fix what is broken.
Yes, my heart is heavy too.
ReplyDeleteI will lift up prayers and give what I can.
My heart breaks for the people hurting on the continent that still holds a piece of my heart.
Hi Emily. It also breaks my heart to think that while I am enjoying all the comforts that life has to offer, there are people from the other side of the world who are suffering. I also feel that way for my fellow Filipinos who are below poverty line. The best thing that I could do is pray for them and when given the chance, participate in foundations that offer aid to the needy.
ReplyDeleteMy heart aches for Africa too. A beautiful country, beautiful people.
ReplyDeleteWe have a little african sponsor child, such a sweet soul. I can't fathom the desperation such poverty must bring to parents who want nothing more than to provide for their children. Praying for them all with you.
xx
It's interesting you share this today. Two weeks ago missionaries from Africa spoke at our evening church service. SO many missionaries I've heard in the past have just been plain boring. I had missed the morning service, so had I known it was going to be missionaries, I'd probably skipped. This couple was tremendous and what a heart for Africa. He is a PA and does a lot of medically there and is helping start "Hospital of Hope". It really touched my heart. It's the first time I was really burdened to want to go see it first hand. Your post was precious. So much we take for granted. Kiss the babe for me. :0
ReplyDeleteThank you for your beautiful words. My body lives in the U.S. but my heart is at home in Africa. I don't know if I'll ever make it there, but I can give with resources and a lot of prayer. Keep sharing this with people. I love your heart, dear friend.
ReplyDeleteI've been *meaning* to donate...and you know how that goes. Another day goes by and I don't do it. So this is the push I need. I am going to do it now.
ReplyDeleteI like your new design here, Emily.
Your heart bleeds love, my friend.
ReplyDeleteIt's the day Compassion does our sponsor draw for our Nduta in Kenya . . .
I don't want to think about the tragedy around the world because I feel so helpless. Like Alyssa said, my callouses have needed to be scraped too. My daughter hates this feeling of helplessness too, so we are involving her in helping others both by donating and raising funds for those in needs.
ReplyDeleteThat painting is one of my favourites!