The vibrant colors of the morning sunrise enhanced the incredible peace evident in the African Bush. On that beautiful, crystal-clear morning, I could tangibly feel the presence of God—His majesty, grandeur, strength, and loving embrace.
Soon, though, my quiet communing with God, whom I had come to cherish as my beloved Parent, was momentarily interrupted by the sudden arrival of the local midwife. She explained that a woman in a hut nearby had been ready to give birth to a child for many hours; and although the midwife had tried everything, the child was stuck and could not be born. With great urgency, she asked me to please take the woman to the hospital—about a three-hour drive away.
When I arrived at the hut, the midwife greeted me, beaming. All was well.
