Gaza Clinic at Wolfson Medical Center

As I sat on the cold tile floor coloring with Iman, I was reminded of being a summer camp counselor. There was so much going on around us, but God has drawn my attention to focus in on a few individual children and spend time invested in them. The Hebrew word ‘balagon’ means something akin to what pandemonium means in English, “high degree of chaos” and with nine families at the clinic today, all sitting around the waiting area for Echoes, I found that balagon is exactly the right word to describe the setting.

But what I loved so much about being a camp counselor was how God would allow me to see how each child works: what they like, what they’re good at, and what interests them, and our relationship is built off of seeing them do something they love. While we didn’t have basketballs to shoot or sprinklers to run through like at camp, we had puzzles, markers, stickers, paper, building blocks, and more paper. There were four older children at the clinic, and so I spent a lot of time with them. Four year old Iman, who initially came into the hospital screaming and inconsolable, calmed down and subsequently enjoyed scribbling and putting stickers on her forehead, and by the end of the day was all smiles.
It was her first time at Wolfson and she was admitted for a catheterization. Six children in total stayed for admission. Another child, Jihad, a young boy, who took on the challenge of assembling a complex puzzle, also is staying for theraputic catheterization.

Noor, a beautiful, quiet girl who also liked drawing and always assisted in cleaning up, just had her scheduled  check-up today.

The babies were all very content to stay in the arms of their guardians. Nahith, a five month old who is new to Wolfson was admitted for his first surgery. His lovely grandma was wonderful to sit and talk with as he slept in her arms.

Being with these precious Gaza families is always a highlight of my week, and it pulls my heart more and more towards Gaza. Such beautiful people live there. Now when I think of the Gaza strip, I think of Jihad working on his puzzle and drawing pictures of his house and friends, or little Nahith fast asleep in his grandmother’s arms. May our Messiah bring restoration and peace and flourishing to Gaza