Just over a week ago, we were so worried about little Mocha. Despite our doctoring and supplementation, Mo just wasn’t thriving. Although she had a good appetite, she didn’t run and play like the other kids did. She was so timid that even while nursing, she quit trying if her mama moved at all. When I went to do chores in the cool of the morning, I’d find her shivering because her hair coat, while fluffy, was rather sparse.
Seven days have passed since I started calling her Mo the Mighty and asking friends to pray. While she’s still not chubby by any means, her eyes are brighter and clearer. She’s got more gumption, so she gets much more of her mama’s milk. Instead of hanging back and crying when her family leaves her, she’s running, skipping, and keeping up with them. New frosty-colored hair is even coming in, and there’s no more shivering!
“Mo, you’re getting mightier every day,” I told her this morning.
“He opens a place in his heart for the down-and-out; he restores the wretched of the earth.” –PSALM 72:13 (MSG)