Rudy

Roodauph joined our family today.  I'm calling him Rudy.  He was born on January 21, 2010.  He is severely malnourished.  The mother stated she brought him to us because she doesn't want him to die in this condition.  She is 17.  Rudy's father died on January 12.
I spent the afternoon holding his tiny body.  His skin is hanging on his arms.  His cry is weak, and young infant-like.  His hair is mostly gone, except in a few patches on the top.  His belly sticks out just below his protruding ribs.  His feet are swollen, and when I look at him, I am filled with so many conflicting emotions, I don't even know where to begin.
I don't have anything profound or wisdom-filled to share.  These are simply the facts of my day.  I love Rudy.  I love that he is here.  I love that he is part of our family now.
God, thank you for the miracle you are working in Rudy's body.