For me, its a huge blessing to stay together with Kurdish, Syrian and Gazan families in the Shevet Guesthouse in Jerusalem.
Even though she is far too small to express her feelings, I feel so much love from this little girl. The first time I held her in my arms, I was filled with a tremendous love for her and marveled that she had gone through a heart surgery at this young age.
I began to sense and spoke the words over her, “she is not going to die, she is going to live.” Her grandmother sat beside me, and without knowing what I just said, she put her arm around me. I think she felt that this was a holy moment, and since then, our relationship has grown stronger each day.
Please continue to pray for Aya!
Little Aya is doing well!
Today baby Aya was discharged!
This was my first time meeting her and her lovely mum. I brought them to Shevet’s Jerusalem Guest House to stay for two weeks until her post-op echo!
We thank God for this outcome, that she is doing very well and is healthy. We are hoping and praying she and her mother enjoy their time in Jerusalem with our team serving there and with the other Kurdish families staying in our guesthouse as well!
Our little Aya is so well, she is now awake, her beautiful eyes are open and following everything that is happening around her. It is a completely different picture today compared with the previous visit; she was moved out of the ICU to the Mother and Child building, where doctors are monitoring her condition before discharging her, maybe in two or three more days.
Aya’s grandma is such a kind and loving person, she saw me coming from a distance and was waving me and she received me with a big hug. She is so happy that her granddaughter is much better.
For sure our little bird will fly soon!
“Aya,” in the Hebrew language, means “to fly swiftly” or “bird.” Our little bird Aya is 20 days today, and the doctor said her surgery was successful. Hopefully she won’t need a new surgery in the future. Our Aya will fly far away in freedom and happiness.
But for now, she has to wait with her Grandmother at the hospital at least for this weekend since she had the extubation today, just a few minutes before my arrival to Hadassah hospital in Jerusalem.
Language barriers are always a challenge. Sadly, I forgot the few Arabic words I learned a long time ago, that is to say, before the quarantine. Despite this, there is a working, international language of love, expressed in a simple hug, which can bring hope in the middle of sadness and pain. This happened today. Aya’s grandmother doesn’t speak a word of English and I have about two words in Arabic, but love spoke directly – heart to heart – when we hugged.
I really think we are the extended arms of our Father on this earth.
Rushing Aya to Hadassah Hospital
The call for help came in yesterday; not quite three-week-old Aya was in the ICU in Gaza, at immediate risk of dying without emergency heart surgery.
Today Hadassah Hospital in Jerusalem agreed to open their storied doors to her, and tomorrow God willing our team will arrange for the ambulance to transfer her to loving and healing hands.
May God be glorified, and may he also raise up caring friends to pray for Aya and to give to help cover our small share of the hospital’s expenses.