I have to say that the Lord was the one who set me up. I knew nothing about the babies. Then one evening I met a Brit who was living there and he said, "You must come and see the appalling conditions at the children's hospital." When he took me to the 9th floor where they had the newborns, he almost couldn't get me out again. It was so shocking to see babies in those conditions and with no one to love them or pick them up. I was horrified. When I got back home, I couldn't think of anything else. When I went to bed at night, I could see their faces. Same thing when I woke up.

After a month of this, I thought, "Maybe the Lord wants me to do something." I had no clue how to begin or what to do, but He arranged everything and even though it's an uphill battle, we manage to win a few of them.

I've posted these mainly because the babies need your prayers. Please pray for them.

Thanks.