Today, Almuth and I went to Hadassah hospital to meet the new baby Hassan from Gaza who came by ambulance this morning. When we got there the doctors were performing in his room, and his grandmother was sitting outside clearly shaken up. We went to go introduce ourselves, and despite how exhausted she was, she was so warm and grateful. We could see the dark circles under her eyes, which were always on the verge of tears; we talked and prayed together as we waited for the team in the room to finish. She told me that her son was Hassan’s father, and that today Hassan is 15 days old. And sure enough upon entering the room you could see that he looked as young as he is. Little Hassan lay under a heat lamp and was attached to tubes that dripped different medicines into him. Not for the first time, I was bewildered as to how this tiny baby was clinging to life, and Almuth, whose first time at the hospital it was today, took in the scene before our eyes.
As we spent time with his grandmother, the scripture from Matthew came to mind; “Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.”
Our families need the yoke of Jesus, always, but these situations make it especially apparent how acute our need is for him. Please pray for Hassan’s precious grandmother to come to know her savior. And please pray for Hassan, praise God for his life, and wisdom for the doctors as they discuss what they saw in the echo.