Baby Moses passed away this weekend. Shelly sent me an email from Enoch and I found out he died Sunday (Oct. 19th) from malaria.
There are people that don't understand why I continue to go back to places like Uganda...well, this is why. No one should die from malaria. No one should die from dehydration. Life shouldn't be lost to hunger. But it is. Every single day. And this Sunday, it was a 2 year old boy named Moses that I held and loved. You see, I have to go back. God's love for His people doesn't allow me to stay here, but instead compels me to go and love as many as I can, for however long I can. Life and death is not in my hands, here or in another country. It is not up to me whether someone lives through a battle with malaria or is lost to it. But it is up to me to love them as much as I can.
