The only way for any of us to tell the twins apart is to hold them or compare them to oneanother or look at their bracelets. Lilah is little and Bliss is only slightly less little. I fed Lilah this morning.

The feeding schedule for the girls is midnight, 3am, 6am, 9am, and so on. It’s every three hours beginning at midnight. Lilah doesn’t like the schedule. Lilah woke up at 2:30am and was squirmy and noisey and hungry. She only weighs a little over four pounds but she can make considerable noise for her size. I think she inherited my voice.

By the time I got to the crib she had her hands out from under her blankets. I reached down to pick her up and she was wiggling and making all kinds of unpleasant sounds. I changed her diaper and asked Carla, who had come in behind me, if I could feed her. She said we had to wait until 3am. Lilah didn’t like that answer.

So Lilah and I went into the living room to watch some Boob-Tube and wait for the clock to strike. I extended my finger to her and let her grasp it with her tiny hands. And Lilah did something I didn’t expect. She held on for all she was worth and pulled as hard as she could. She was up in seconds. (Just kidding). She was pulling as hard as she could. Her little face showed the strain. She was hungry and she wasn’t satisfied with the passifier. She was ready to eat. This girl was flexing her muscles. Her hand is not much bigger than a fifty-cent piece but she has will and desire. I it made me stop and think about other children and other parents and grandparents.

There are little children all over this planet who awaken to hunger. They stretch out their hands to those who care for them and they recieve nothing in return. They cry out but noone will answer. They strain to obtain the water and the food that they desperately need but it is unavailable. I could not stop thinking about the other children as I held Lilah and thanked God that all we were waiting on was 3am.

“For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.” Matthew 22.42,43

“Anyone, then, who knows the good he ought to do and doesn’t do it, sins.” James 4.17