Lucky's Story

It‘s hard not to get attached to the abandoned babies that I work with at the hospital. Each of them holds a special place in my heart. Though each is different, each is special in God’s eyes.

About every 4 months, several of our babies transfer out to either foster care or to orphanages. And as each of them leave, a piece of my heart goes with that baby. It is a sad moment when they leave, but I have to trust in God that He will take care of them. After all, they are His children.

Lucky, (this is the name that I gave him), was one of the babies that I worked with. When he was born, he was a little thing. I can remember holding him and singing to him when he was only a month old. For the next few months I would hold him, help stimulate him, talk to him, sing to him, and pray over him. Basically, I loved him!

On Christmas Eve, I remember just holding him for about an hour and praying that God would keep His hand on “my” little boy. I prayed that He would place him in a place where he would be loved, and have a chance to know his Heavenly Father. I asked God to place him where he would have someone to love and care for him.

About a month after Christmas, I got word that he would be going to an orphanage. This broke my heart to hear that little Lucky was leaving. As the day grew closer, I continued to pray that God would watch over him. On the day that he was to leave; I could not bring myself to go to the hospital. I knew I would cry.

The next week when I went to the hospital, my little Lucky was gone. It did bring me to tears, but in my heart I knew God was taking care of him and that there were new little “Luckys” that needed me at the hospital.

About a month later, Raegan, our Hand in Hand social worker, and I went to a placement center, to see if they needed help with their babies. One of the workers began to show us the babies. And in the very last bed was a little boy who looked so familiar. As I looked down on him, my eyes got bigger, a huge smile came to my face and tears filled my eyes. The little boy lying awake laughing at me, was my little Lucky. God had sent Lucky to the place where He was sending us, also. God had answered my prayer and He is still answering them. I asked our social worker if it would be possible to get Lucky placed in one of our foster families. She told me that they would begin working on the paperwork.

After months of prayers and waiting, God has again answered another prayer. Lucky has been placed in a foster home. It has taken our social workers four or five months to get all the paper and legal work done, but it has finally happened.

It was so amazing to see him after so many months. He was so big and looked so normal. It was as if he was meant to be in this home. I got to spend a couple of hours with him and he was so full of life. He would be constantly moving and he was in awe of everything. He wanted to see and touch everything he could get his hands on.

My heart was filled with joy just watching him with his foster mother. She seems like a loving mother who will raise him up and help him adjust to life outside the orphanage.

I know that God has a great plan for this little boy who I called Lucky. For some reason God brought us into this little boy’s life. I am so thankful that I have been able to be part of it.

My prayer is that God will always keep my little Lucky safe and healthy, that he would be placed in a Godly home and be brought up to love the Lord with all of his heart, and that he would be willing to do what God has called him to do.

by Elena Munguia
Romania


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Elena Holding Lucky

It‘s hard not to get attached to the abandoned babies that I work with at the hospital. Each of them holds a special place in my heart. Though each is different, each is special in God’s eyes. About every 4 months, several of our babies transfer out to either foster care or to orphanages. And as each of them leave, a piece of my heart goes with that baby. It is a sad moment when they leave, but I have to trust in God that He will take care of them. After all, they are His children. Lucky, (this is the name that I gave him), was one of the babies that I worked with. When he was born, he was a little thing. I can remember holding him and singing to him when he was only a month old. For the next few months I would hold him, help stimulate him, talk to him, sing to him, and pray over him. Basically, I loved him! On Christmas Eve, I remember just holding him for about an hour and praying that God would keep His hand on “my” little boy. I prayed that He would place him in a place where he would be loved, and have a chance to know his Heavenly Father. I asked God to place him where he would have someone to love and care for him. About a month after Christmas, I got word that he would be going to an orphanage. This broke my heart to hear that little Lucky was leaving. As the day grew closer, I continued to pray that God would watch over him. On the day that he was to leave; I could not bring myself to go to the hospital. I knew I would cry. The next week when I went to the hospital, my little Lucky was gone. It did bring me to tears, but in my heart I knew God was taking care of him and that there were new little “Luckys” that needed me at the hospital. About a month later, Raegan, our Hand in Hand social worker, and I went to a placement center, to see if they needed help with their babies. One of the workers began to show us the babies. And in the very last bed was a little boy who looked so familiar. As I looked down on him, my eyes got bigger, a huge smile came to my face and tears filled my eyes. The little boy lying awake laughing at me, was my little Lucky. God had sent Lucky to the place where He was sending us, also. God had answered my prayer and He is still answering them. I asked our social worker if it would be possible to get Lucky placed in one of our foster families. She told me that they would begin working on the paperwork. After months of prayers and waiting, God has again answered another prayer. Lucky has been placed in a foster home. It has taken our social workers four or five months to get all the paper and legal work done, but it has finally happened. It was so amazing to see him after so many months. He was so big and looked so normal. It was as if he was meant to be in this home. I got to spend a couple of hours with him and he was so full of life. He would be constantly moving and he was in awe of everything. He wanted to see and touch everything he could get his hands on. My heart was filled with joy just watching him with his foster mother. She seems like a loving mother who will raise him up and help him adjust to life outside the orphanage. I know that God has a great plan for this little boy who I called Lucky. For some reason God brought us into this little boy’s life. I am so thankful that I have been able to be part of it. My prayer is that God will always keep my little Lucky safe and healthy, that he would be placed in a Godly home and be brought up to love the Lord with all of his heart, and that he would be willing to do what God has called him to do. by Elena Munguia Romania
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