Shining Light by Samaritan’s Purse on Exposure
OFF THE BEATEN PATH By mid-morning the smothering heat had settled in for the day. A young mother gently brushed away tiny beads of sweat that dotted her baby’s head. She sat so still, as not to wake her son who had fallen asleep in her lap. He stirred, and she tenderly moved his arm just a little so he’d be more comfortable. Some babies slept soundly, and others cried and fussed. A few mothers stood, swaying back and forth with babies in their arms, trying to console and comfort.