A Few Things That I love...

I love this place...

Yes, the work is hard and you cannot get away from the red mud, but I love this place. 

I love the black faces. The white smiles. 

Just finished talking with a young man who works at translating here at the ministry. 

Intelligent young man. His name is Reagan and his parents have sacrificed very much to pay his school fees. Now Reagan is not pursuing the field he studied in because he met Jesus and now his only concern is to tell the lost there is a Savior. He has great talent and could have ended being one of the top musicians in Africa, but he chose the kingdom of God. His parents are not happy, but Reagan says the rewards of following Christ are so much better than merely entertaining people with music. Reagan told me about his work in the slums which he is not currently involved in. He wants to go back to rescue the men among the trash. Reagan told me, "I want to tell them they have a Great Lover. I think that's all I would need to say, 'SomeOne loves you.'" I just knew by his eyes and his words that he KNOWS the One he's talking about. That he has experienced the love he longs to share..and I had to swipe at the tears...

That's the thing I love about God. I never know who or what He is going to use to touch a deep chord in my heart. I find He uses the most unlikeliest faces and places. Thank you, Jesus! 

I love the food. Last night we ate supper with Charlton and Natasha. 

Little Boaz stole my heart...

Charlton cooked us rolex, which is a common Ugandan dish. It was both delicious and beautiful and we all enjoyed it very much. My highlight of the evening, however, was the fellowship. We sang together for an hour, I would guess, and my heart was filled once again with awe at Father God. 

Ava

Today I went with Wanda to a women's Bible study she holds weekly. 

I loved it! I love how the women track with nods and how their eyes light up as they understand.

I was able to share a tiny bit with them thru an interpreter and that was a good experience. There were 12 native women(one serving as interpreter) plus Wanda and myself. We were all in half of 'Judith's mud home. In a room 10x10.? Some of the ladies wedged onto the 'sofas', some of the latecomers sat on feed sacks on the floor, but all were very attentive. Wanda taught on Mark 7:1-23, in keeping with her theme of comparing the kingdom of God to the kingdom of the world. Specifically noticing different ways culture clashes with scripture. Be it Kenyan culture, Bakusu culture,(that's the tribe here) or American culture. It was a challenging lesson and I could see the Holy Spirit working among the ladies. Praise God!

This afternoon we went with Charlton and Wanda to place 2 neglected children with a forever family. 

Little Abigail is 4 yrs old and her brother 2, tho to look at them and guess their ages, you would think they were 12 and 18 months, maybe.? They were near to death a few months ago from malnutrition and at that time were placed in a temp foster home.

Today we placed them with a family to raise them as their own.

Charlton and Wanda checking out the bedroom where the 6 children would sleep. 

The children showed little to no emotion and when I sat them on this bed inside their new mud home,

I didn't know Abigail was crying until the flash on my phone lit up her face. It made me cry and I wanted to bring them both home to America. 

Their new home...

Thank you for your prayers. Amber and Natalie were both not feeling well today. A few of us have taken medicine for amebas. We are thankful for the general health that were enjoying. We are thankful for safety so far and for the privilege to spend this week here in the bush.