A divine intervention showcasing God’s heart for the destitute
I was five months pregnant when I met Hanna. She was the first mother I met after three months of isolation due to a difficult first trimester in my pregnancy. I was still nauseated, and months of not eating proper meals had left my body frail.
Hanna was full of smiles, and she was happy I was visiting with her. I met her 7-month-old baby boy and her other two young children. It was a joy to see how grateful she was for the Compassion center’s support in one of the darkest seasons of her life.
As we started chatting, the atmosphere changed. As she recounted her story, her beautiful smile faded. You see, Hanna was seven months pregnant when she walked into the Compassion center.
She was on a mission to either beg for food or ask for a job — any job — so she could feed her children. She had been wandering the streets, leaving her two young children at home. She couldn’t bear to see their frail bodies.
Her pregnancy stood in the way of her finding work. People in the community refused to hire her, so she turned to mosques, churches and individuals in asking for support. Every time Hanna felt her baby kick, she felt torn.
That day, as she was telling me her story with tears streaming down her face, I felt her pain. I couldn’t imagine how she was able to go without food for days when she needed to “eat for two.”
I couldn’t muster the energy to tell her she was brave, that it was all in the past and that she is doing well now.
I could only cry with her.
The loving care of the center staff the first time she walked into their office ignited a sense of hope in Hanna. She told me she felt heard, loved and valued. The Compassion center staff received her with kindness and genuine concern — not only for her but for her unborn child, too.
When I met Hanna, she was a joyful, grateful and hardworking mother.