Ghada, the fighter

Co-worker Colin and I arrived at Ghada’s hospital room today in the afternoon.   Her room was being cleaned and all of her mom’s bags were outside the room. Ghada had been transferred to the Intensive Care Unit due to an infection in her blood that has since caused multiple complications.
We saw her mom later outside the ICU, and we sat with her for a few minutes with the other mother’s from the six floor; they encouraged her with their personal testimonies of their own children being stronger and more resilient than you might expect.

This is certainly true of little Ghada, she is a fighter. I wrote last week  that Ghada is so clearly the delight of her parents, so to witness the dejection and sadness of her mother today was hard to stand by and watch.

Colin and I took some time to pray together  with a few of the moms for all the Gaza kids at Sheba, but it was the helplessness I felt seeing the anxiety and anguish of Ghada’s mom that spurred me to suggest prayer. It is the only thing we can do and in that moment I knew we had to pray.  I said that I often don’t understand exactly how petitionary prayer works. But I know it’s more than just psychologically off-loading burdens to a vaguely benevolent God. We pray to the God we know as revealed in Jesus, and somehow it matters in the eternal scheme.

So we bring Ghada before our Father in heaven, whose name is holy and whose nature beyond human comprehension. His ways are not our ways and we trust Him unreservedly with Ghada’s life:

Lord, in humility, because of our limited human frame and knowledge, we ask that you would bring about her body’s ability to fight the infection,  that her body will respond to any antibiotics the doctors use to treat her, that you protect her life, because she is so little and meek; the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as her.