(yes, that is a tiny human all snuggled next to the doll - isn't she precious?)
This little treasure was unwanted and abandoned by her birth mother. She had a rough beginning (which began in a pit latrine), but she was rescued by neighbors and taken to the hospital. A week later, she was brought to the organization I was working for. I was immediately drawn to her, and took her under my wing. Zoe went wherever I went, and it was a tough task to leave her when my time in Uganda was up; my heart was bonded. "Zoe" means life. What a fitting name for one who fought for her own life in the beginning and then who later gave life to others through her cute little smiles!
Zoe has since gone to live with her grandmother several villages away. I'm so glad that she has relatives who care for her! I still pray for this little one often, and hope that one day, she too will know the grace and love of Jesus.
So... to my dear, sweet Zoe - Happy Birthday!