My first day in Jordan I was sent out on a home visit. I met a Syrian mother and her two small children. She shared her story plagued with fear, abuse and illness. We shared stories of Jesus, she wept. I held her baby girls, I never wanted to leave. As we left the woman kissed my cheeks and asked me to come back to her. This woman was nine months pregnant and because of her physical condition she was expecting to die during childbirth. I would never see them again.