His name translates to mean Blessing. And when you look at this little infant living in the orphanage where we spend our Monday afternoons, you would see that he lives up to his name. He is a smiley, happy, engaging little boy, and he just warms your heart.
Today, Baraka needed a blessing of his own. This poor little guy had a cold last week when we were there, but it was a mere cold, and they said he was on the upswing. Today, he was sick. So sick that it took everything within me to not scoop him up and against direction take him to a hospital. He has already been. Mama Upendo who runs the orphanage said he went several times last week and even yesterday again. Baraka has pneumonia. Baraka is a very sick infant.
As I watched him lie in the arms of one of the interns and choke as he coughed and as I winced when I heard him try to choke up all the crud in this tiny lungs I tried to pray for Baraka. My heart struggled to pray though. I had a hard time figuring out, what would be a greater blessing for Baraka, to pray that his body would slowly heal, or to pray that God would bring complete healing and take him HOME so he wouldn't have to suffer any longer.
Baraka needs a blessing. God bless little Baraka. God heal little Baraka in whatever way He seems fit to be best for little Baraka. God help us to know how to be a blessing to Baraka and those other kiddos.