So it’s 1:15 am Saturday in my body and it is 5:18pm Friday
in Alabama. I am cruising at 35000
feet up and who knows how fast.
And my heart is broken in a billion pieces. The good kind of hurt that makes you want to do more for the
Lord and the kind of hurt because you wish you could do more.
Here is a recap of the day…
We woke up a little later today because we got so much done
on Thursday in Jinja and at the market.
We headed out to Buloba with a little apprehension knowing today was the
day we would say goodbye. We spent
time hanging out, talking and playing with the adults and kids. Some of the sponsor children were
bringing us notes and little gifts to take home to some of the sponsors. Mostly we sat and laughed and took it
all in. Lauren busted out the
first aid kit and took care of some leg wounds for some of the kids. It was great to see and some of the
kids thought it was kind of humerous.
I can’t speak for anyone else, but I know that in the back
of my head I was counting down the hours until it was time we had to
leave. My little friend Resty had
come to greet us and had been playing.
Next thing I know she is standing in front of me with the most pitiful
face. Her grandmother was saying
that her stomach hurt and she didn’t feel well. I took her in my lap and was holding her on the couch…she
was shaking with fever and then began to throw up. We took her out back and she just sat in my lap shaking,
being pitiful, and then getting up to throw up. Her grandmother said that she had malaria. My heart broke for her- something so
simple to prevent and yet something that they deal with in Uganda. I wanted to fix it for her, but I could
not. So I offered her words of
reassurance and sat her back in my lap until they left to take her to the
doctor (the sponsor program would pay for it). Needless to say, as her grandmother carried her off my
heart shattered and tears began to come.
We ate lunch in the house and planned out in our minds what
we wanted to share in our Goodbye time.
We headed over to the church building, sang some songs and then the team
stepped up one by one. And once again
I cannot express how proud I am of this team. They shared their hearts and shared God’s word. They chose a passage they felt fitting
of the moment and would encourage our brothers and sisters in Buloba. It was a sweet time.
Then we had to say goodbye. We tried to get that done the fastest… it didn’t work so
good. As we drove out of Bulboa we
hollered back at our friends along the road. Once we got out of Bulboa we pretty much were silent for the
45 minute drive home.
We got back, packed up, had our last meal and headed off to
the airport under a beautiful sunset.
We said by to Lauren and Catherine who are staying another 2 weeks and
bye to David, Eddie and Patrick.
We were blessed.
And I am running out of battery so I will finish off now and
post more later.
Thank you for reading.
Thank you for praying. I am
honored by your partnership in the gospel.
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