Each day is filled with lovely moments and also some pretty
minging ones. Today is a great example
of this. This morning my lovely
neighbour Ber, the Irish lady whose compound I stay on, appeared at my door
with some freshly baked chocolate brownie.
How sweet and thoughtful! It sure
was a blessing to connect with her again, after meeting her briefly some years
ago.
This afternoon was filled with a pretty disgusting
experience. I have used many a long
–drop toilet over the years in Uganda and my mentality is if you need to go,
you need to go. However when I entered
this particular toilet this afternoon and saw the maggots crawling all over the
place, I questioned how desperate I was!
Each day is filled with blessings and each day has it’s
challenges. But I have been reminded
this week that I have so much to be thankful for.
I am not going to bore you, as I usually do, with a blow by
blow account of my week, but rather mention a few memorable moments!
Last Sunday evening Kathy and I went to church, to attend
what they were calling, ‘Deeper Service’.
Well, I have to say in all my years I have never spent so long at a
church service. We were told to be there
for a 5pm start, and they are normally quite good at keeping time, but didn’t
actually start till half seven. We were
then on our feet for the majority of the service, which went on till after
eleven. It was wild! People had whistles
and horns, chairs were being waved in the air, lots of dancing, people conga-ing
round the church. Quite the
experience. Whilst I don’t do dancing, I
think it is lovely that everyone can praise and worship in their own way –
indeed that’s what it will be like when we all get to Heaven!
I am continuing on with my healing hearts groups at the
shelter, and I cannot thank Kenneth enough for helping me during these
sessions. Kenneth is probably about 11
years old, but his English is wonderful and he helps translate so that the
others in the group can understand. It was very poignant last week as we
discussed times in our lives when we felt unimportant and unloved. They talked openly, in Luganda, about when
they were on the streets and people treated them in such a way. Please pray that these children would know –
as I don’t know what Kenneth translated – that they are important and special
and loved!
I visited friends in Nakawadde, where I used to volunteer,
on Monday night. Their humble little
house had been destroyed by the rains and storms. It was pitch dark, as I squelched about in
the swamp, and it wasn’t until the next day that I saw the extent of the
damage. The roof had been completely
ripped off and some of the brick work had crumbled. The mama was distraught. We prayed together and I said I would come
back and see them in the morning. Praise
God that there little house is now being rebuilt. I am amazed how fast the builders have
worked, as everything in Uganda normally takes forever! But God-willing by the middle of the week it
will all be finished. This put things into
perspective for me...I had been grumbling about getting caught in the rain when
out and about, but quickly realised I had nothing to complain about!
The kids enjoyed learning about Brazil this week, or rather
I should say they enjoyed making Brazilian Carnival Masks. As they made their masks they talked away in
Luganda, every so often I would hear someone say the word ‘Superhero’ in
English. After we made our masks they
put them on, from the youngest to the oldest, went and got towels and tied them
round their necks as cloaks and ran around the compound pretending to be superheroes. Even if they haven’t retained much about
Brazil, they got to be Superheroes for the day and that’s wonderful. One little boy, an angry little boy, even
slept in his mask. He was still wearing
it when I arrived the next morning!
Today I had a lovely time catching up with friends and
children in Nakawadde. I visited
Zalika’s family, some of my healing hearts children from last time and the RUHU
babies home. I actually love these
children so much and it always amazes me the things they remember – like the
songs/video clips that I used to play at the babies home. The children still remember them and sing
them to me when they see me! These
children are precious; let’s pray they would know that.
As always, thank you so much for your prayers, your love and
your support. Many of you gave me gifts
before I left. Please be encouraged that
your gifts have been used this week for many things, but largely for the
rebuilding of Maama Zalika’s house.
Thank you for making this possible.
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