I’m sitting on a hospital bed and next to me lies a very sick little girl, Amphan. Across from us is a young couple with a very tiny baby. Both children are hooked up to IV drips and oxygen. I don’t know how long the couple has been here, but according to the countdown on the IV they won’t be leaving any time soon. And there we all sit, in a stuffy little hospital room, one child with her parents, and one with a stranger she just met yesterday, who can’t speak a word of her language. It all seems so unfair, it should be her mom here with her, but I don’t know where she is or if she’s even alive. It feels so wrong, I believe in a good God, and yet as I sit here, in my humanness, I wonder how this situation and a caring God can coexist. I am so thankful that the truth that God is good, kind and just does not rely on my belief, but on God. My prayer is that Amphan, and each of the children at the home can someday know and cling to this truth as well.
