We celebrate the birth of our beautiful babies. One at a time is good, but I wonder how often this supplication is transmitted to God. This question is asked in prayer.
“Dear God, you know I am poor. Why do you give me two babies at one time?” This mother loves her babies but is asking why, in a land where life is fragile, food is scarce and love is abundant. My heart aches for her.
Four babies were born on this day.