A Day with the Big Brown Beautiful-eyed Babies...

First off let us start of by apologizing for such a delay in our posting. We have been yelled at by several people asking for more posts..so here you go!! Now it is your job to comment on all of our blogs...just so we know that you are really reading them and praying for us...we need lots and lots of prayer. We will go into prayer requests in a separate blog, as for now, let us elaborate how beautiful brown skinned babies are...

Where: The Ssanyu Babies home
What: An orphanage for kids under three- there are 49...ALL ADOPTABLE...children in this particular orphanage. 49 kids and very limited hands in caring for these beautiful unwanted babies.

Our Heart- When we went to the Ssanyu babies home the first time, we were in search of baby orphanages that would allow adoptions to the US. When we were there, we got hold each of the babies for about five minutes each while we fed them a bottle of milk and then had to lay them back in their crib until the next feeding time. The stench of these babies made your nose turn and be so ever thankful for our own mamas who spent much time and labor in making sure that we were well taken care of and bathed if we got to smelling that horrific. Tears came to our heart and we knew that we had wanted to come back and hold the babies for more than just five minutes. We wanted to come and bathe these tiny little ones and hold them for as long as they allowed. We just wanted to show them love. It is one thing when playing with kids whom are older and will remember who you are and remember at one time a very nice "Mzungu" came and played with us and showed us love...but it is a whole different thing when you get to hold a baby in your arms that has never felt love and will probably never remember who you are. I believe this kind of thing is much more humbling and rewarding. We are not getting praised by the kids. We are not getting a Way-buh-lay Nyabo-Thank you Madam. We are just simply doing because we want them to feel the love of Christ through our humbled hands.

Well, we got to the home and sadly found that we were too late for the bathing and their first feeding time of the day. They sternly told us that the babies do not get "disturbed" throughout the day...which means we were not able to hold them like we had planned. Heartbroke sunk in as we were led to the older class of kids. In this class of 4-9 month olds, we were introduced by the only two teachers in the room, to twenty pupils who were sitting on the ground, surrounded by toys and told we could not pick any of the kids up. We were just like, are you kidding us. We cannot hold any of these children. Appearantly in this class they were being taught how to sit up on their own and learn to play by themselves. So we, as in Amyrose, Kelsey, Virginia and I, all played with the kids while being reminded countless number of times to, "Put the children down." We are so amazed by these two women who took care of this many babies. Even with the four of us assisting the two of them we felt extremely exhausted and ready for a long nap after only three hours of being there. Running after tissues for snotted noses, trying to quiet down the screaming children, and changing soiled diapers became exhasting rather quickly.

A few days, and four showers later we continued to get whiffs of the soured milk and it brought back the memories of the snot dripping down the warted faces and how precious the tears flowing down from the big beautiful brown eyes...And how God loves all-even if their aroma is not as pleasing as we desire....We know that the faithful God we serve, adores these unwanted, untouched, undesirable babies, and that is why we are here-because God has given us a yearning desire for more of what He desires-The Orphaned.