I’ve never realized how precious and fragile life is before I lived in Swaziland. When I arrived in Swaziland last week I called friends to see how they were doing since I’d been gone. Two that I’m involved in ministry with had been in the hospital – hello, i was only gone 17 days. One of them was my dear friend, Make (“Mah-gay”, literally means mother but is used as “Mrs.” here) Zwane (Zwa-nay). She is the Vice Principal at the school I teach the Bible Study at and has been such an encouragement to me and has opened the door for me to be ministering in the school.
When I called Make Zwane, I was checking on her new baby who i knew was to be born a few days before I returned to Swaziland. She began to tell me the horrific story of how she began bleeding a few weeks before her due date but the doctors just kept telling her she was fine and sending her home until her bleeding increased greatly and her husband rushed her to the hospital. The nurses informed her they could not hear a heartbeat and informed the husband that neither mother nor baby were expected to live. A doctor who didn’t work at the hospital was there visiting some friends and heard about Make Zwane and said she needed to be operated on right away. They did a ceasarean section delivery and to the glory of God both mother and baby are now alive and healthy!
I had the privilege of visiting Make Zwane and her precious son, Sibusiso (“See-boo-see-so” which means ‘blessing’) and wanted to share a story of the Sustainer of all of our lives.
