February 12, 2020

Hanging by a Thread: The Saving Moses Journey - Saving Moses Book - Get your copy now

Hanging by a Thread: The Saving Moses Journey

Written by: McKenzie Thompson – Saving Moses Communications & Logistics Coordinator

“Who abandons newborn babies? How did they arrive in some random field? Was anything with them, like blankets or bottles, when they were discovered? Were they wearing any clothing?” These were just some of the questions that ran through Sarah Bowling’s mind when she came across two babies abandoned in a field in Ethiopia in 2009. This exact experience of Sarah’s is what led to the birth of the one-of-a-kind humanitarian aid organization: Saving Moses.

Speaking of the birth of Saving Moses – we are so excited to finally announce that Sarah, its founder, has just released her newest book, Hanging By A Thread: The Saving Moses Journey, which was written about the organization’s journey all the way from 2009 in Ethiopia, to now! It details the hardships, roadblocks, and victories that have taken place throughout Saving Moses’ journey to save babies in some of the most dangerous and exploitative cities in the world. The reader will learn about what inspired Sarah to launch this organization, real and raw stories of the people she met along the way, and what has contributed to the continuous growth of Saving Moses today.

When Sarah discovered those baby girls in 2009, she was distraught and immediately wanted to help. She took them to a nearby orphanage, but they refused to take the girls in. How could an orphanage refuse to care for abandoned babies? Was that not its purpose? What Sarah realized from this, was that babies require so many more resources, attention, and care than children who are older. The needs of babies and toddlers are more specialized and expensive than older children, so sadly, many organizations and orphanages cannot afford to meet their needs. This planted the seed in Sarah that would one day become Saving Moses. Sarah, who was just like many of you reading this, was just one person with a heart and passion to make a difference in the lives of the most vulnerable, who said yes to the challenge. Her hope is that this book will inspire you to take your own first steps toward fulfilling your purpose!

Hanging by a Thread: The Saving Moses Journey - Saving Moses Book - Founder Sarah holding a baby in Bangladesh
As many of you have read on our social media, website, or blog many times, Saving Moses’ mission is to save babies (5 & under) every day, by meeting the most urgent and intense survival needs, where help is least available. This book will give the reader several examples of what inspired that mission statement and why we take it into consideration with everything we do at Saving Moses. Just like the twin baby girls, abandoned in a field, with no place to go, no one to care of them, no food or water – we see babies in this exact situation every day and it is our goal to be their hope that they would otherwise not have.

This book is inspiring, encouraging, and motivating. It is for those of you who feel as if you have a calling to do something bigger than yourself, make a difference in the world, or just be encouraged. As Sarah writes in this book, “The life of each baby and toddler whom we serve is hanging by a thread, and it is our supreme honor and passion to step into their precarious existence, tie a knot in the thread and facilitate a more secure and certain future!”

Buy your copy today, get inspired, and help us tie the knot in the thread.

Get yours HERE.

February 12, 2020

Hanging by a Thread: The Saving Moses Journey

Hanging by a Thread: The Saving Moses Journey Written by: McKenzie Thompson – Saving Moses Communications & Logistics Coordinator “Who abandons newborn babies? How did they arrive in some random field? Was anything with them, like blankets or bottles, when they were discovered? Were they wearing any clothing?” These were ... Read More»

July 9, 2018

One Photo I could not take - Title Page

By Lindy Hickman Copeland

People often ask me how I came to be a photographer. I didn’t go to school knowing that was my passion. I didn’t dream of it as a little kid. I simply took a camera on a year-long trip around the world and found that that little Sony was an extension of me—like finding a limb you didn’t know was lost. Since discovering this passion, there have been many images that stood out—those special instances where technology and reality collide to preserve a magical moment. And, of all the stories my camera has told, the one that truly unravels me is a photo I simply couldn’t take.

I traveled with Saving Moses to Angola in May. The mission was clear: Sarah (Saving Moses’ Founder) and I would visit malnutrition clinics and document the sweet babies receiving therapeutic milk, along with their mothers. What wasn’t clear, was how deeply this experience would challenge, move and shape me.

We spent the morning at our first clinic—holding, feeding and capturing images of those tiny little babies. I remember thinking how remarkable it was that these frail bodies held such mighty warriors. Their beautiful mothers—exhausted and overcome by worry—managed to greet us with such warmth and kindness. Some of them smiled and hugged us, even allowing us to coo at their babies and soak in the rare moments of giggles.

One photo I could not take - a mother holding her malnourished baby boy.

Sarah approached, worry etched on her face and weighing on her shoulders, “There’s a new baby who just arrived. It’s not good.”

I nodded, completely unaware of the weight of those words in this place. “Not good,” could mean so many things. As a person bent towards hoping against hope, I said a silent prayer for the best—sure that everything would work out in the end.

It didn’t, as sometimes it doesn’t—when there are no words to explain and no rhyme or reason to take refuge.

I remember seeing his hands first—a tiny fist wrapped in the loving palm of his mother. She laid across the bed with him, burying her face in the sheets and allowing her tears to soak into the white fabric. “Not good,” as it turns out, was altogether very bad.

I raised my camera to my eye, thinking that the scene would be different through that tiny window—that hope would live somewhere within that frame. My finger pressed gently against the shutter button to focus, but there was no click—no freezing time. This moment—where a fragile life hung in the balance and fought the final battles of a war it would lose—I simply couldn’t capture that. I’ve always thought that my job is to immortalize moments people don’t want to forget. So, what about the moments we all dread? What about the moments we live to forget?

One Photo I Could Not Take - a malnourished baby girl lying on the clinic bed.

After several seconds, I dropped the camera to my side. The only picture of this scene is one that resides in my mind. Perhaps some moments shouldn’t live forever.

I left the clinic that day heavy with the weight of defeat. Not only was this precious boy fighting his final battle, but I had failed to tell his story. I had failed him.

Before returning to the hotel, we made a quick stop to visit Belito, a young boy who received therapeutic milk from Saving Moses years earlier. “He’s grumpy,” Sarah told me. “He was even a grumpy baby. You’ll see.”

As we pulled up, a small, wiry boy appeared from inside the hut. He sat with Sarah, maintaining a stoic persona and, I suspect, concealing a wry smile, as we handed him a soccer ball and asked him how he’d been since their last visit. He was grumpy, but in a way that secretly sweet, old men are.

Sarah hugging Belito, who survived thanks to our malnutrition clinic.

It was there, on that dusty, dusk evening, that we sat in the afterglow of victory. Belito is alive. He is well. He is free to grow into the best (albeit grumpy) version of himself and it all began with some therapeutic milk 7 years ago. The realization struck me in a way that only hope can. And, my heart lifted just a little, knowing that for every story of a mother returning home with an empty blanket, there are dozens and hundreds more like Belito.

I sometimes imagine going back to Angola–years from now–lifting my camera to my eye and seeing a scene filled with the babies we met there. They aren’t sick. They aren’t fighting for life. They are just living. Like Belito, they are kicking up dust on a glowing Summer’s day, laughing with friends as they play soccer. I think about my finger hovering over that shutter button, focusing in and filling the frame with the precious moments of their lives that we’d rather not forget. Click.

A little malnourished boy smiling holding his cup of therapeutic milk.

Lindy Hickman Copeland is a photographer, videographer, and world traveler. You can learn more about her at www.lindyhickmanphoto.com

July 9, 2018

One Photo I Could Not Take

By Lindy Hickman Copeland People often ask me how I came to be a photographer. I didn’t go to school knowing that was my passion. I didn’t dream of it as a little kid. I simply took a camera on a year-long trip around the world and found that that little Sony was an extension... Read More»

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