It was my first time meeting baby Hassan and his grandma today, and it was a real pleasure to visit them in Hadassah hospital. Also, this was my first time in the hospital, as he is one of the first few babies that we have sent to Hadassah. As we found our way through this modern, clean and big hospital, even though I didn’t know the baby, the area of the hospital, or any of the staff, I felt confident of what I do know, and that is that God is always with us. So, when the task seems impossible to me, nothing is impossible for God.
I think this helped me to feel like I was in a familiar place. I also felt that God was really giving us favour with our directions and meetings with the hospital staff today. Each person was kind, helpful and caring. They were interested in our organisation, and spoke with care and love towards Hassan and his grandma.
I really praise God for the time which we had today, and I feel grateful that he showed us how his Spirit is hovering over this place.
For sweet little Hassan, there isn’t too much of a change in him. The nurse told us that he is slowly slowly improving, and he is currently stable. The grandma was so proud to show us him sleeping peacefully; the first grandchild! She shared how the family back in Gaza are tired for him, and so is she, so please pray for strength for this lovely lady, and for continued healing for Hassan.
Almuth and I were privileged to go to Hadassah again today, to visit baby Hassan. His beautiful grandmother was lying back in the recliner in the room, when we went in. It was a joy to see her at peace, well rested, and bright, as the whole experience of urgent ambulance transport and Hassan’s admission was a major upheaval for both of them. The only time I saw the exhaustion of the first day creep back into her countenance was when Hassan started to whimper before falling asleep. It’s hard to fully comprehend the toll seeing a beloved child or grandchild go through all of this takes on a parent or grandparent. Even though it means their health is being restored, and that may be the only thing that makes it bearable, it is never easy. Please pray that we can continue to minister to Baby Hassan’s grandmother, and to let her know she is not alone.
She told us the good news that Hassan had surgery on Thursday! He was extubated yesterday, and will possibly start taking milk tomorrow! Praise God! The full operation will be done in stages so he will come back for another surgery in four months, once he is recovered from this one.
Almuth, Hassan’s grandmother and I spent time together, (we met Hassan’s father via video chat!!) sometimes sitting in silence watching Hassan, sometimes talking about the Muslim holiday that is being celebrated or how beautiful the landscape is. At one point, with the nurses’ okay, we all went right outside the ICU to a sitting area named the Healing Garden. We sat on the ledge of a huge window that spans most of the wall, and overlooks the mountains around Hadassah. For a few minutes we just gazed at the window, and I had this thought that all of this beauty belongs to God. The Creator of nature and humans alike. He’s Lord over little Hassan’s life, and I pray that through this time, the Holy Spirit will continue to work in his body and to stir his grandmother’s heart to know Him as saviour.
Baby Hassan, only 15 Days Old
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.