Most of you may know by now but God happened to place us at the right place and at just the right time to be able to possibly minister and provide for a little baby girl and her village. Baby Josephina, we call her Josie, and her mother were sitting along the side of the M1 one night as we were on the way to take showers at EH. (long story maybe for another time) Now when I say on the side of the road, I’m talking the mother’s back was almost touching the line on the shoulder. Weird…we thought out loud…and completely outrageous. The driving at night here is horrendous. We figured she was probably waiting on the bus or drunk.
Three hours later, she hadn’t moved a muscle. Jason immediately turned the car around and went to find out what was up. She wouldn’t speak to him which he thought meant she didn’t speak English. Our night watchman got on the phone trying to converse with her in Chichewa, still no response.
Jason decided to take us back to the house and then take the watchman to go and pick her up. The decision after that was to take her to the police station. There was definitely something wrong with her. He stopped by the house and we put together 5 pieces of bread in a bag, two with peanut butter, two bananas, a couple other quick items and two bottles of water and took them out to her. Gone. Like as in about 3 minutes flat. We thought that maybe that’s what was wrong with her, starvation. She had just been delusional because of nothing to eat or drink for too long. She stayed at the police station that night and the next, we waited for them to call us to see what the plan was. When they didn’t call the 2nd day Jason went by there and that’s when we learned she had ran off. They found her a few days later and called us. We were in the city so they kept her until we returned and we took her to EH to spend the night and clothe, bathe, and feed them. The next day Jason and the Jackson’s along with the police chief took her back to her village about 30 miles from Ntcheu. Who knows if she bummed rides, walked, or a combo, but however she got to Ntcheu it was quite the hike!
The village home looked promising. She was living with her sister along with her husband and 7 children. It was a “nice” malawian home and so Jason assumed they were well off enough to provide for her. The problem though was that she was mentally incapable of taking care of the baby. I guess she had been born that way, is what her family communicated to them. They told the family they would be back the following Saturday to check on them and make sure everyone was being taken care of.
The next Saturday, they made the trip back, and once again she had left with the baby. The search was on. We didn’t feel God had led us to them just to give up. Plus if y’all know my husband he doesn’t typically “give up.” For the most part, this is a good trait….
After searching for hours, one of the staff that was with them said maybe they should go back to EH and try again later or something. Prayerfully they gave it one last little bit, and low and behold there she was almost to the Mozambique border. God had clearly given direction to find her. It would have been safe to say it was like finding the needle in a haystack.
She came back to EH for a couple nights until we talked to the police again and had a plan. We were to take her to the hospital for a mental evaluation on Monday morning to see if she could possibly be taken to the mental hospital in Zomba about 3 hours from here. She ran again…we haven’t found her yet. That is our goal this week is to talk to social ware fare, try to talk to her family again and see if they have seen her or heard of her whereabouts, and then figure out what the next step is for baby Josie. This is where you come in-Pray God will give us wisdom and direction. No doubt He will! We don’t for a second believe He doesn’t have a plan for this sweet angel.
In the meantime, while visiting the hospital and a few other visits the hospital has asked of our assistance with another little miracle baby girl, Chisomo. She was born in July at 5lbs. Her mother died shortly after and left the baby in a very poor village with an aunt. The nurse who helped deliver her went to check on her and found her at 3 months old now and only around 3lbs. They had been feeding her only sugar. It’s a miracle that she survived the last few months, but she is slowly but surely gaining weight back. The hospital will more than likely want to release her in the next couple days. Here’s where you come in…again-please pray God will give us wisdom and guidance. We actually think we have found a family that will adopt her. No, that would not be us. Jason and I are trusting that He will guide ALL of our steps and work out the details for His glory.
That’s what we’ve been up to along with a dozen other things Still trying to survive and haul water back and forth (I will never take water or clean water from the faucet for granted again), and homeschooling (not going to lie-struggling in this department), and figuring out life here, OH and Mia’s second birthday! This has been the beginning of a difficult month for us with Hog football, fall, a ton of October birthdays, and the holiday seasons coming so you could say a little prayer for all of us here watching our beloved NWA from afar.