Bits for Sunday, May 3, 2009

One of the blogs I love to read, Bring the Rain, is written by Angie Smith, whose husband is the lead singer of Selah. I started reading her blog about a year ago when their fourth daughter, Audrey Caroline, died shortly after birth. I love the way Angie writes, I love her sense of humor, her passion for life, and the way she approaches her relationship with God.

Right now Angie is on a trip to India with Compassion International. I've been reading her updates as she has gone through the cities and slums, meeting the children sponsored through Compassion. Earlier this week, she wrote the following:

One of the things I love the most about Compassion is their dedication to serving the poorest of the poor from before they are born until adulthood. Today we visited what is called a "Child Survival Program," and their purpose is to serve babies (starting when the mother is pregnant) up until the age when they are eligible for child sponsorship at age 5 or 6. It was the most amazing thing to meet with the mothers in the program today. Not only are they taught how to take care of themselves while they are pregnant, they are also educated about taking care of their babies, and have "facilitators" that come to their homes several times a month to check in on them. The facilitators weigh the babies and measure them, teach mothers the fundamentals of infant care and nutrition etc. As the babies get a bit older, they teach them how to play and interact with their kids in an age appropriate way, and all of the children's milestones are recorded at the center.

The mothers told us that they really had no idea how to care for their infants, and repeatedly told us how much they had learned from the program.

That last sentence really struck me. My immediate thought was, "Well don't they have What to Expect the First Year to read?" Then I thought, "Do they even know how to read?" The last five or so years have seen me safely out of the professional wedding attendant portion of my life and into the professional baby shower attendant part. I've watched my friends learn to swaddle their babies and rock them to sleep, learn what every cry means, and clap over the accomplishments which range from smiling to sitting alone to leaving diapers far behind. My friends read books and ask doctors and consult with mothers who have walked the road before them, all to learn how to be better mothers themselves.

To think that there are mothers in this world who don't have books - or the knowledge of how to read them - who don't have doctors - and who don't have a MOPS group to run to...is something I can't quite comprehend.

The same day I read Angie's blog entry, I also caught bits and pieces of a documentary playing on the E! channel. I was busy cleaning, but the end of the show captured my attention and I stopped long enough to...be amazed.

The show was about teen pregnancy gone wrong, and the very last story they shared was about a teenager who managed to hide her pregnancy from everyone but one friend. The day of delivery came, and she hid in her house and delivered her baby, whom she then stabbed repeatedly, wrapped in a garbage bag and placed in the trash. She did all of this simply because she wasn't planning to be a mother.

My mother wasn't planning to be a mother again either (when I showed up) - and I became freshly aware that it was only God's grace and blessing over my life that allowed me to be born into a home where I was given a chance at life instead of being robbed of that life at its very start.

It made me think of Angie's blog again - and wonder why I was chosen to be born here, in a country of books and doctors and moms, rather than in a country where women don't even know what to do with a newborn.

We are blessed people, and we take it for granted. 1 Corinthians 4:2 says, "Now it is required that those who have been given a trust must prove faithful." We've been entrusted with these lives we lead...and it's our time to prove that we are faithful with that trust.