Saturday was Lewis' 7th birthday. His story is such a testimony to God's sovereignty and faithfulness. When Lewis was only 9 months old, he was rescued from his dying mother's arms in Freedom Park and brought to Lighthouse. He was also dying of AIDS and was not expected to live more than a few weeks. But God had other plans for Lewis, and he is now a healthy (and very funny) little boy.

Lewis - 9 months old
When I talked to Lewis on Skype a few weeks ago, he reminded me that his birthday was coming up and wanted to know if he could expect "a package from the United States." I responded, "Well, what do you think?" Lewis just laughed and said, "I think yes." Lewis should have received swimming goggles and two small water guns from me last week. Although I'm sure Lewis was thrilled, Mama Elsie is not going to be happy with me!
Lewis - last summer (age 6)
On Sunday, baby Christopher would have celebrated his first birthday. He lost his battle with AIDS and went to be with Jesus back in September. The week before he died I spent so much time wrestling with God. I kept praying that God would heal him, but knew in my heart that healing him by taking him home would be the best thing for him. Christopher's mother was an HIV-infected prostitute and was saving up money to be able to take him from Lighthouse and move down to Cape Town. Let's just say that Jesus will take much better care of him than any of us on earth ever could.
Christopher - 5 months old
"Praise the Lord, O my soul; all my inmost being, praise his holy name. Praise the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits - who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from the pit and crowns you with love and compassion, who satisfies your desires with good things."
Psalm 103:1-5





