The hospital is fairly empty right now as it is wheat-harvesting season for the next 2 weeks here. S says that every poor person, even down to 3 and 4 year olds go out to help with the harvest so that they can get some type of income. I wanted to show you a bit of what the hospital is like, but don't take the empty beds as the norm. It's usually pretty full here and should pick up again after harvesting is finished! The female ward
and the nurses' room
and the nurses' room
3 comments:
Oh dear Sarah! i have prayed and thought about you everyday! May your heart be STAYED on HIM as you finish up your last few days. I know the emotions and i feel your "turmoil". Oh be stayed on HIm my friend. When exactly do you arrive? Te Amo mi amiga! Sunday lunches miss you.
Good to see your picture. Love you, sweetie. I'm so sorry for the little one. I'm glad you were there for her. Looking forward to seeing you soon. We love you. Nana
My dear Sarah, I just talked to your sweet mom at a bridal shower for Christy Williams today, and she told me where you were! I'm so out of the loop, and I didn't even know what to pray. When we came back from c services tonight I checked my email and - just as she'd promised- your mom had sent your blog address. So I thought I'd take a few minutes to write you a note. We talked about you and your heart for Him and for children today - I'll never forget how you wrote the poem about children and drew the picture in the background and around the edges. You have been called to a high calling and I know those sweet babies are blessed to have you caring so very much. Just know my heart is with you. I seem to remember a leather bound notebook with your sketches and poems copied onto its pages. And there was so much more. Remember staying to decorate my room like Africa (or at least hanging the zebra striped sheets on the wall and over the window) in the old portable building? And the 'clean' desk for a day or maybe just an evening? Such memories are dear to my heart. And you, my friend are dear to me. Love you, Sandy Bakke
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