Baby Andrew

I was in California visiting family and friends for the month of June. During the time I was gone I kept in contact with everyone at the orphanage via email. They would tell me how things were going and what was new. I kept wondering when I would get an email about new children arriving. I never got an email like that.
When I left for California we had 13 children. When I returned to Tanzania we still had 13. Within a week and a half of my arrival our numbers went up to 20. Five of these new children are babies.

Three infants came within two days and none of them had names. I was given the honor of naming one of them. I love knowing the meaning of names. It was important to me the meaning of the name I picked. One of the first names that came to me was Andrew. I taught elementary school for 17 years in America and I have had lots of students. But one special young man always stands out to me...his name is Andrew. He was born in the Ukraine and was adopted and brought to the U.S. Andrew has a love for God and a sweet, caring spirit that inspires me. He has a confidence in who he is...a child of the Most High God. I named this little baby here in Tanzania after my former student Andrew...a treasure himself.

Andrew means brave...I love that. My African Andrew is so sweet...everyone calls him my baby. I love holding him and feeding him. He has a lot of hair and the cutest little face. I pray God's blessings over him. The Lord has good plans for his life.