To the Babies of the AGC Baby Center

Last night I sat on my bed after everyone else had disappeared into their rooms and the dog had snuggled under my parents' covers. As usual, I contemplated whether or not to journal that night. I decided not to, since my journal was in my school bag, which was in the kitchen, and I didn't feel like wandering downstairs and then going back upstairs. But I still felt like writing. So I flipped through a few old notebooks, searching for a piece of blank paper. I grabbed a pen, and began writing. This is what came of it:

Dear Babies of the AGC Baby Center,
I will never forget you. I will never forget our smiles, laughter, and tears that we shared. Never before has one look caused so many emotions to tumble into my heart at once. Although we are so distant, I sometimes feel as though you are right next to me.
When my arms ache to hold you, I pray that someone is there to hug you and kiss your cheek. When I think fo the babies that didn't make it, I pray that Jesus will wrap His arms around them, and say how much He loves them, too.
Every night I pray for your Aunties. I admire those women for what they do every day. Every night I pray for your future mommies and daddies. I ask God to let them open up their hearts and homes to just one child. Every night I wonder what happened to your real mommies and daddies. I wonder why they didn't keep you.
Every night I wish I could hug each of you and kiss you good-night before tucking you in. I wish I could help with your suppers and sit on the floor with you again.
Every night I pray that God would give me the chance to go back. I also pray for the ones who know the are going. I pray that they would love you as much as I do.
Babies- I also pray that you would receive the maturity to understand the sacrifice Jesus made for you. I pray that you will love Jesus with all your heart, mind, soul, and being. That is what I pray for the most.
Babies- I will never stop loving you and those that care for you. I will never stop praying for you, and I will never stop fighting for you.

love always,


Auntie Kaylyn


As I wrote this, tears filled my eyes and I couldn't keep them from spilling over. A few weeks ago I realized that I left my heart in Kenya. My heart isn't here, in Elkhart, Indiana, but in the village of Ngata halfway around the world. I don't think I'll ever get it back, either. My heart will always be with the babies. Jolinda was right when she said we had caught the baby fever.





This is where my heart is. With this handsome young man.