Babies Are Miracles

I’m sitting in Methodist Hospital in Oak Ridge, Tennessee. We’ve been up all night awaiting the arrival of our newest grandbaby, Madeline. It is as blessed as the night 45 years ago when our first son Philip was born.

Babies are miracles.

How can a wee thing - who, as I write, is snuggled in Chrissie’s arms - cause love to explode in so many hearts? The room has been filled with gooey-eyed aunties and uncles, cousins, and grandma and grandad. Madeline has been breathing for only four hours. She is sleeping soundly, blissfully unaware of the beautiful commotion she has caused!

A few moments ago, I FaceTimed my 97 year old mom in Scotland. The noisy hospital room, filled with twelve Camerons, suddenly fell silent when I asked her to pray over our newest gift from Heaven. Her voice traveled 4,000 miles across the earth as she pleaded with the Lord for Madeline’s health and strength. She pleaded the blood of Jesus over her and, through that blessing, projected her anointing into the next generation. It was a moment I will never forget.

Yet, as always, my heart never strays far from the “other family” I love in Moldova. As I look at this precious baby, surrounded by people who already adore her, I cannot help but think… How could a mom give birth to such a gift and abandon, abuse, and break their heart and future because…

I don’t have a “because.”

For the life of me, I cannot grasp how they can do what they do. Madeline will be loved, protected, guided, and led to Calvary by a mom and dad who know her only hope is Jesus. I watched Andrew’s face as he placed Madeline in my arms: the look of joy, pride, and hope as he held his darling baby. As he put her in my arms, I remembered his own story… abandoned at two weeks of age, languishing in an orphanage until I found him… never held, never loved… an inconvenience from the start.

I drilled into his heart every day, “You are mine, you are a Cameron.” And it stuck.

So as I sit in this hospital room, emotionally drained yet thrilled at God’s love, I’m asking you to pray for the ones who don’t have a “Cameron Clan” surrounding them. In Moldova, a little girl may have been born today - the very same day as Madeline - but into a cold, hateful world. Instead of growing up surrounded by love, she may one day arrive at Promise House, broken by abuse with a shattered heart and no reason to believe that anyone cares. We are working as hard as we can to get the first Promise House home finished. There are little boys and girls hanging by a thread, completely unaware that a family gathered in a hospital room in Tennessee is fighting to create a place of healing and hope for them.

But we cannot do it alone. We need you. They are God’s children. Scripture says He is “a father of the fatherless” and that He places the lonely in families. Let me ask you a question… are these children worth less to God than Madeline? Are they worth less to God than your grandchild, son, or daughter? If I am capable of feeling a fraction of His love for the orphan that I do for Madeline, then I am certain He is calling us to “be His hand extended.”

Please pray about helping us prepare this new home at Promise House as soon as possible. A gift of $1,000 or $500, $100 or whatever God directs you to give will accelerate His grace to the forgotten. This morning has underlined again how desperate He must feel. “The fields are white, the laborers are few.” We need you! I am praying even now that He will talk to your heart to give a wee soul hope and a future.

I am beside myself with love… Welcome Madeline Cameron!

With gratitude,
Philip