Posted by: tonyalatorre | December 14, 2014

We can SAVE a child’s life with a little help.

Last month a miracle occurred for a little boy named Jimmy who needed an operation to save his life. His mother was frantic and without help, losing hope by the day. Our friend Irene mentioned his condition to me because she too was frantic for fear the boy would die. Sadly, many many children die every day in third world conditions when simple procedures or readily available medicines could have prevented the tragic loss. I have personal experience with this suffering.

jimmy

jimmy

I believed when I heard about Jimmy’s case that God wanted me to allow him to work through Kirabo Seeds. I considered writing a check myself but that’s really not what I felt God wanted me to do. He had people in mind, help ready and it wasn’t about me at all.

Jimmy and mom

Jimmy and mom

Within five days we raised $3500 to help Jimmy’s case. He received his surgery and now is doing fine. Irene will go visit him this week to get an update for us all. (I have to send the transport money first!)

We did not use all the money for Jimmy’s surgery. We have extra funds in reserve for medical crisis of children whose lives are at stake if they don’t get immediate care. I asked Irene to keep her ear open for such needs. And God used her again. There is another boy in dire need of surgery, his name is Justin. He was struck by a boda boda driver. (motorcycle taxi) There is a puncture wound in his skull that exposes his brain. Let me share his story.

CT scan of Justin's skull

CT scan of Justin’s skull

Justin ran away from his village home near Mbale when he was seven. There is evidence on his body of severe abuse such as a burn scare covering much of his left torso and most of his left hand. The guess is he’s been living on the street for a year in the slum of Kisinyi, which is a harsh place for boys, as drug use and police abuse is common.

This is Justin, 8 years old

This is Justin, 8 years old

On November 27th Justin was struck down by a boda driver. He was left unconscious on the street with a cut up leg, cuts on his face and a penetration wound in his skull. He was taken to a local clinic where a doctor cleaned the wounds and bandaged him. He then spent the night on the street. On Tuesday a representative from and organization called “Doors” became aware of his condition. They have a walk in program for street boys every Tuesday and Justin showed up. A volunteer realized the extreme condition of his head wound, and after much prayer took him to Mulago, the government hospital. They spent the day there with him, and he was sent home with new bandages, antibiotics and a CT scan. (picture above. You can see the hole in his skull). His skull was crushed so deeply that it was pressing against his brain and pieces of it are scattered inside.

sigh...

sigh…

He spent Tuesday night at the Doors home with 12 new brothers. They embraced him immediately. They took him daily to Wentz medical center to get the wound cleaned but he began to suffer seizures. All of the medical staff at Wentz were amazed that he lived through the first night after his accident. They called allowed to God and said, “You must have a plan for this child.” It was a miracle he was still alive. They tested his blood and it was not infected so they treated him for seizuzres. He has lost most of his feeling on his left side.

sorry, I know this is stomach turning...

sorry, I know this is stomach turning…

They visited a neurosurgeon to see if he could be treated in Uganda or if he needed a medical visa to go to the States. It can be done locally and his surgery is tomorrow, Monday December 15.

justin

I have $1750 saved to be able to help this child get the medical care he will need to recover. The Doors organization is local and not well funded, though they have many loving hands to help and people to pray. I’ve sent the first amount that will be necessary to take care of his first surgery and to cover the medical costs accumulated up to now. I am so thankful to all who blessed this boy before he was even hurt! In Uganda an estimate is a difficult concept. I haven’t been able to get a clear idea of how much it will cost to get Justin good as new. But I’m willing to raise what God will send and make sure Justin gets his needs met. We can only pray there will be more to share with countless other children with life saving needs.

justin

If you would like to make a donation to help Justin make a full recovery please use paypal and indicate in the notes: medical emergencies . We’ll make sure Justin’s medical care is available to him. We will provide updates here on my blog. All donations to Kirabo Seeds are tax deductible and %100 goes to help children.

Our son Jack raised $600 above what he needs to pay for the education of the four children he sends to school every year. (He bakes bread to sell and educates four kids who are not in our children’s home) He is donating this $600 to help children get life saving medical care.

We will continue to pray that God will use us to help other children like Justin who needs a guardian angel to get life saving medical care.

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Who knows, maybe we can help reunite him with his family or get him into an excellent home where he is safe, loved, educated and protected from a life on the streets.We trust as the medical staff called aloud to God, that there must indeed be a great plan for this child’s life.

Posted by: tonyalatorre | December 11, 2014

Library Day with Kirabo Seeds

It’s a warm rainy day in San Antonio. The gray helps me settle longer into my desk chair. Normally, this is the time of year when we run and play outside as often and as much as possible. Our “winter” occurs with intense heat during the months when the days are long and kids are home.

 

using the dictionary

using the dictionary

Ugandans enjoy the best weather. I can’t remember being too cold or too hot ever while working there. They enjoy a steady year of warm weather, some days a little wetter than others, and some quite dry and dusty, but no real extremes.

 

Christine doing her home work

Christine doing her home work

Considering so many people live off the land and close to the elements of nature this is a gift from God. Who really needs a dining table when a palm leaf mat can be hand woven and used as ground cover to enjoy a picnic every day under an ancient tree?

 

Angela and Christine peeling matooke

Angela and Christine peeling matooke

The children at Kirabo Seeds are out of school for their “summer” vacation which begins early December and goes to the end of January. It is a happy home with all the children engaged in chores, helping, playing and learning. Rabbits are multiplying, the dog is barking, little ones scream in delight or dismay and there’s always laundry on the line.

 

Ryan reading to the little ones

Ryan reading to the little ones

For all of you who are sponsors I would invite you to write letters to the children using email, or scan a hand written letter or work of art to my email and I’ll get these correspondences to the children immediately. They are eager to practice their computer skills and answer letters to their sponsors. Please! Give them this bit of fun.

visiting fred's school

visiting fred’s school

 

For most of this year we have had monthly outreaches where we invite the neighborhood children to come the first Suaturday of the month for a fun day in our home. We serve them a good meal with fish! They praise the way Auntie Julie uses seasonings. Then we have bible devotions, a movie, stories and singing. The day ends with a dance contest. We ask the children each month how the bible lessons we teach them have changed the decisions they make in their lives. It’s encouraging to hear them report that they are learning not to lie, or steal or disrespect elders. They are feeling more thankful! They desire to know more and more about the bible.

so many bunnies! 8 more were born yesterday

so many bunnies! 8 more were born yesterday

 

I am so thankful we are able to provide these special events to the neighborhood children. We decided during holiday breaks to begin Wednesday Library Day at Kirabo Seeds Children’s home. We invite the neighborhood kids to come for stories. Our children break them off in groups and read them books and help them practice their reading. We feel it is important to share our resources with other children. Afterwards the older children at KS use the computer to type a report to me. This is what Angela wrote after the first Library Day:

 

Dear Mama Tonya,

I read a book called “The Fisherman and His Wife”. It is about moderation. It talks about appreciating the little you have. The kids enjoyed it and this is what they learned:

  1. Never take things for granted.
  2. We should always thank God for everything he has provided us with.
  3. Less things can be better than much things.
  4. Sometimes simple things can make us happier than all the castles and crowns of this world.

 

Later we discussed who we thought was wrong in this book and most of them said the wife. These are the reasons why:

  1. She was not patient
  2. She was not thinking about how the husband felt but she only thought about herself
  3. She did not think before she talked but I told them that is was the fisherman’s fault because whenever the wife wanted more he would go and beg for it from the princely fish.

We hope you have a blessed day,

Love, Angela

 

I think it is just amazing that two and a half years ago when Angela came to our home she couldn’t speak English. Now she can speak, read and write! And she’s organized. This is possible because God provided for her needs. Her sponsors have faithfully helped Angela grow in spiritual as well as intellectual wisdom. I’m excited to see what God does with this young lady.

 

library day

library day

If anyone would like to help us do more with these outreaches I’d like to put the bible into the hands of the children who visit. Children’s bibles with pictures would be a wonderful thing to share with the community children.

 

library day

library day

Please contact me if you would like to help and I’ll share the shipping address. It could be as simple as having an online book supplier ship to us! What a difference you would make in the life of a child.

tonya@kiraboseeds.com

 

 

Posted by: tonyalatorre | October 28, 2014

Surgery was a Success!

Last friday Jimmy was admitted to the hospital for his surgery. Can you imagine a small child like this happy to go into a surgery? He asked all the doctors to make sure he came out a normal boy so he could go to school like all the other children.

Irene sacrificed much of her time and effort searching for the best pediatric surgeon who could do this surgery. It’s not as if there are published rankings of the doctors. Finding his personal clinic once she heard of him was an ordeal in itself. She spent hours waiting and hoping he would accept the case.rachel at school

The surgery was finished without complication. I received reports of the first poop through the right place in the human anatomy, and the urine flowed where it ought as well. What a celebration.

before the surgery

before the surgery

This is a miracle we were all able to participate in making happen for this small child on the other side of the planet. It is such fun for me to watch God at work. No one asked me to do something for the boy. They were only inquiring if his sister could   stay at our children’s home while he waited in the hospital to get to the top of the line for the surgery. There aren’t patient nurses there so no one can leave a patient alone in the hospital, so his mother couldn’t take care of Rachel at the same time she stayed in the hospital with Jimmy.

the nurse helps prepare

the nurse helps prepare

Maybe I could have paid for the surgery and just wired the money from my personal account. Or maybe I could stand back and see God use many people full of compassion and generosity make this child’s life turn around, encourage his mother, and restore hope for good in this current world. I knew doing nothing wasn’t an option. So I wrote a blog and within three days we collected over three thousand dollars to help children in Uganda who need life saving medical care. I haven’t seen the receipts yet for his procedures, and he might need some follow up care but we’ve got funds to spare. So we’ll pray and you can pray as well that God will put another child in our path who needs surgery to save a life. I can only hope we are able to continue helping children in desperate situations realize their hopes.

jimmy is ready to go home

jimmy is ready to go home

Let’s celebrate with his mama that God has provided for the needs of sweet Jimmy. I pray he is able to heal and grow his strength and think back on this situation as the first of many God moments in his life. I hope he develops a love for God as a result of this miracle. Thank you especially to all of you who promptly provided for his need. I hope you share the same smile I have each time I remember these photos of Jimmy. God uses us in the simplest ways if only we hear His whispers and respond in faith. I can’t think of a single thing on this earth that gives more pleasure, peace, or joy than being inside the will of God.

This is one happy mama. (both of us)

This is one happy mama. (both of us)

 

Posted by: tonyalatorre | October 16, 2014

Happenings at Kirabo Seeds

Wonderful movement occurs every day at the home in Uganda. For all our sponsors I assure you the packages are being addressed and will be sent tomorrow! You’ll get all the good pictures and updates. But in the past week much has occurred.

our rabbits had four more bunnies. the kids love these animals.

our rabbits had four more bunnies. the kids love these animals.

Thanks to everyone who has donated to help Jimmy get his surgery. We were able to raise $3200 in a short time. Thanks to God’s mercy and love this child was admitted to the hospital yesterday and will begin to get life saving medical treatment. The doctors said to be patient as it will take some time but it has begun.George and Irene will keep us all up to date on how Jimmy’s condition improves.

rhonah playing with one of the older bunnies

rhonah playing with one of the older bunnies

We had to let our laundry lady go in Uganda because she was caught stealing from our home. We have a new lady and her name is Kevin. Kenny reports that she works hard and does a great job with the wash. Can you imagine hand washing all the clothing for 17 children? My back aches at the thought of it.

Kevin doing the wash

Kevin doing the wash

Last week Kenny had an accident with the new car. Thank God no one was hurt. A young boy ran out in front of him while he was driving on a busy road. He swerved to miss the child and crashed into a wall. The car is in the shop now and thanks to our emergency savings fund we’ll have it fixed and new shortly.IMG_1133

The children are taking their midterms this week. This is their third term of school for the year. They are working so hard to make excellent marks. They have goals and aspirations that can only be met if they perform well in school. School there is stern and the teachers are less encouraging than what we experience here in America. The kids are meant to be afraid of their teachers who use spanks often to control the classroom. There’s nothing about learning there that is fun. Except at our home where they learn all the time in schoolplayful ways. The kids say if school would be fun they would never want to leave. This always makes me think how good we have it here in America and yet we take it so for granted.

Robert teaching a bible devotion

Robert teaching a bible devotion

The schools had a holiday this week and the first thing the kids wanted to do was pull out the monopoly game! They love it so much.IMG_1073

A week ago we had our monthly outreach in our home. It is such a blessing for us to share our resources and God’s message with the children in the community. It rained in the morning and we feared no one would  turn up, but just at the right time the skies cleared and the children filled our home. We began with a christian movie and then we fed them all a meal of fish and rice. We taught a bible devotion and then had a dance contest to finish the day of fun. We are able to get to know the children in the community. We hope to love and encourage them when we encounter them in the neighborhood. Each month we host this event the numbers of children who attend increase. We hope the seeds they receive about God’s truth and love take root in their hearts and change their lives forever.

outreach

outreach

Posted by: tonyalatorre | October 4, 2014

The First Doctor Visit

Thanks to so many who have responded to our call for “Compassion in Action” to help save the life of a little boy in desperate need for medical help. His name is Jimmy. We informed his mom help has come from the compassionate hearts of people who answered God’s call. He visited the doctor yesterday and has begun the long journey towards the solution. We have raised the initial amount to help him in the first day! We really don’t have any idea what it will cost in total for his complete healing. He may need multiple operations to help him reach normal function. I’m not going to cap our donations on this need. I trust God knows how much it will cost in total. If we have excess donations we’ll apply those funds to help other children desperately waiting in the hospital for surgery. I encourage you to consider helping ensure a total recovery for Jimmy and others like him.

Jimmy with the doctor on Friday.

Jimmy with the doctor on Friday.

Yesterday He received temporary colostomy bags from the doctor, and next Friday he will visit the Pediatric Surgeon. His mom lives with an abusive ex husband and she does laundry by hand to earn money to feed her children. Rachel is staying with her teacher until School ends and then we will see how the family is doing. Our friends George and Irene Lwanga are advocating for this family and working with Kirabo Seeds to make sure Jimmy gets the medical care he needs.

But the Lord is with me like a mighty warrior. Jeremiah 20:11

But the Lord is with me like a mighty warrior. Jeremiah 20:11

My heart is so thankful for the generosity of so many people responded in compassion and love. Remember Jimmy in your prayers. When I am in Uganda working I am often overwhelmed by so much hardship and need. It seems like everyone struggles so hard to just get through one day. It’s easy to get accustomed to this normal condition. But when a child is suffering and it seems there is no hope, everything in me jumps out of my chair ready for action. I thank you all for feeling the same way. Being able to see God in action through so many people to help a little boy is my definition of  AMAZING.

Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.  Galatians 6:9

Posted by: tonyalatorre | October 2, 2014

Compassion is an ACTION not a feeling

Have you ever seen a hungry child eat? I remember when Marvin came to our home for the first time and attacked his food. He had a serious determined face as he devoured food. I was concerned about the overwhelming amount he put into his bloated tummy. For months he ate like this. My friends Irene and George Lwanga are helping a family in terrible need. She arrived late in the morning and the children had not yet eaten, when she emptied the snacks from her diaper bag they scrambled for the crumbs and ate with animal instinct. Then she wrote to me for help.

 

It’s hard for me to complain that I work at my computer too many hours to get the necessary exercise that would prevent my jeans from feeling tight when I read about a little girl named Rachel who can barely get one meal a day to fill her tummy and she sleeps on the hard ground with a rumbling hungry tummy all night long.

 

This is Rachel

This is Rachel

The problems with my house being cluttered due to remodeling slips into a cloud when I think about how her little brother was born without an anus and the operation his mother had to bribe to get him was faulty and unsuccessful. The mom has five children under twelve, no support, no job, no money. What do I have to complain about today?

 

I’m missing my two college boys so much but I know where they are and I know they are capable of caring for themselves and they are safe. Rachel’s mom has sent her three older children deep into the village of rural Uganda to stay with relatives and there’s no way for her to know if they are ok or when she’ll see them again.

 

I lamented most of my summer because my horse was hurt and we couldn’t enjoy riding together. But then I imagine the heart ache of a mother holding her toddler son penniless and powerless to get him the medical treatment he needs, fearing and knowing this failure will cost him his life, well my first world problems feel self-indulgent. And I am ashamed.

 

The value of one life…a little guy barely able to talk… who knows if he will make it to his next birthday… what could he become? Who could he love? What kind of brother will he be? I can’t be overwhelmed with all the need in the world. If one little one needs help and I’m able to try and find it, I have to do something. I can’t live with myself if I do nothing.

 

Jesus hasn’t forgotten him. He has placed the boy’s condition into the radar of my compassion. I am wondering, maybe, together, all of us can respond in compassion and help him get his surgery. We could give him the chance to grow up and do some good in this world.

 

We’ll need to raise at least $1200 to help him get the proper medical treatment.

 

We are trying to arrange for little Rachel to live temporarily at Kirabo Seeds while her mother takes care of her brother. If you want to help this little boy have a chance at life, make a donation for Kirabo Seeds and note: save a life. Put facebook to good use and ask your friends to help this small child. This is a tax deductible donation.

 

Let us all celebrate as God puts compassion into the hearts of people all over the world to help a little boy in Uganda survive a birth defect. I think we can do this. I pray God will work through many to provide the necessary help for this child. ( Our organization will pay the hospital directly for the care, no money will pass into anyone’s hands and we’ll keep good receipts to show the flow of funds.)

 

You can email me directly for more information: tonya@kiraboseeds.com

 

Rachel with her sick brother and their mum

Rachel with her sick brother and their mum

 

Posted by: tonyalatorre | September 21, 2014

Mama Bear

During my last trip we had some major breakthroughs with the deep secret personal lives of our children. They have developed such confidence and trust in the love we give them that they are finally sharing those things that drive difficult emotions like fear, hate, anger, and loneliness. I am humbled and honored to have the trust of these children. The love I feel for them grows fiercely and the mama bear in me explodes with claws stretched open to maul anyone or anything that might derail our children off the path they have trusted us to journey. (believe me in this work in Uganda I have had to use those claws…I am often surprised by what I’m capable of when someone threatens our children)

Kenny and Rhonah

Kenny and Rhonah

 

Let me be clear though. This work continues to break my heart and crumple me into a heap where all I can do is cry to God for mercy and help. I see it only gets harder the deeper we venture into orphan care. Originally I fell in love with the culture and followed God into orphan care. As I now fall out of love with the culture, I do fall deeper in love with God, and that’s the point. Jesus said the greatest commandment is to first love God and then love our neighbor as our self. Our neighbor we’ve been called to love just happens to be a continent away and in that truth God has made all things possible.

when we travel we haul all these resources with us! Mostly books and learning games. I keep all I personally need in my apartment so I can use al the precious cargo to help the children's home.

when we travel we haul all these resources with us! Mostly books and learning games. I keep all I personally need in my apartment so I can use al the precious cargo to help the children’s home.

 

The important element of this picture of me broken and distraught is that He is there, and His plan for these children in Uganda is better than mine. Though I suffer and even beg for release I find strength, comfort and peace walking the hard path with God. I am a prey animal in great need of God’s leadership and protection. I panic when I am left alone.

Mama Claire gave monopoly to the kids and they played incessantly until they could finally beat Jack at the game!

Mama Claire gave monopoly to the kids and they played incessantly until they could finally beat Jack at the game!

I wouldn’t want to be outside God’s will for any human comfort or luxury. The only true luxury I have known in my life is to be actively working inside the will of God’s plan for my life. It’s better than driving a brand new luxury sports car, or tasting the most exquisite food, or having a youthful body like a celebrity. The only thing on this earth that feels like what it is to walk with God closely is what I feel when I’m riding my horse. The funny thing though is at the barn I, the rider, get to play God’s role. In the story with God I’m the horse, supple, obedient, willing, responsive, full of energy and trusting. It’s the most incredible feeling when my horse and I work like one being. He allows me to harness all that power and he trusts me to guide its use. I want to be that for God. He can saddle me up and point me in any direction and I’ll give it my best effort…even my last effort. What we have done in our lives looks crazy but because we feel it’s what God’s asked us to do it feels normal…adopt a child late in life…open an orphanage on another continent…pick up the broken pieces and help these children heal…it is not easy but I feel safe in His leadership.

 

they love puzzles!

they love puzzles!

Our goal has always been to have a home where the boys and girls have separate quarters. But it’s difficult to find a property like this and it’s expensive. The time has come for us to rent a separate apartment for the girls. It’s just perfect that we were able to get an apartment next to my own for the girls! Phiona and Julie live with the girls, and Kenny and Robert live at the house with the boys. Its just morning and evening when they are separate, otherwise everyone continues with the same schedule at the home. So far they all LOVE it! The boys call it “boxer time” and the girls are free to be girly without the boy’s around to observe that mystery.

 

I am with some of them, others were napping, on errands, or at the doctor

I am with some of them, others were napping, on errands, or at the doctor

Let’s never forget these children all came to our home with the kinds of trauma to their hearts and minds that most people will never endure. I am privy to horrors that make my eyes swell with tears and my throat choke in pain. As they begin to find safety with us they are beginning to heal those wounds, monsters within them are released and we are helping them drive them away. It’s painful to learn how ugly those monsters are and to know these children have been living with them for so long. We are all fiercely committed to do our best to offer them a life where no more monsters can find a home in their hearts. There’s room only for Jesus in there and when He’s there it is a relief to know that’s all we need.

Kevin enjoyed reading to the kids and they love the stories!

Kevin enjoyed reading to the kids and they love the stories!

 

Some of our children need the kind of help and counseling that we cannot provide in our home. One of our boys is now attending a boarding school that specializes in helping children with trauma. They have counseling, good care and the company of others who have experienced similar “monsters”. I’m so thankful we were able to find him this special care.

 

Kira loves to be Rhonah's big sister. She's so proud of this.

Kira loves to be Rhonah’s big sister. She’s so proud of this.

Another one of our little boys has serious need of help and counseling and his behaviors in our home require individualized kind of care that’s not possible with the size of our family. This child needs the intense watch and care of a mom and dad who can alter his path, teach him, set up firm boundaries, love him through it all and pray over him fervently. As we sought help for him we discovered he has a father on this earth. For safety reasons he cannot remain in our home, and now we discover in principle he doesn’t qualify for our home. The father hasn’t seen him in years, he placed him in the care of his jjajja and he provides no help at all for the boy. An able bodied parent needs to take care of their children. Kirabo Seeds isn’t a better opportunity boarding house. We step in for the children who have NO ONE on this earth to help them find their way. I don’t have much respect for a father who doesn’t see his son, sends him to the care of someone who cannot provide, and yet claims undying devoted love for the child who has serious behavior problems already at a tender age. And might I just say, we are working like crazy here to raise funds, provide care, education and hands on love to these children and that guy sits around claiming words of love that are void of action? (yes…my claws have the urge to spread wide at the audacity of him)

 

Kevin learned to do laundry with man power! walk to the well… gather flowing water…add soap…dunk…scrub…wring…rinse… haul home…and hang to dry!

Kevin learned to do laundry with man power! walk to the well… gather flowing water…add soap…dunk…scrub…wring…rinse… haul home…and hang to dry!

When none of this makes sense to me and I feel like throwing myself a little tantrum of frustration I feel God place his hand on my shoulder. The energy there seeps into my bloodstream and I grow instantly calm. He knows. His love is greater than mine. It is the source of the love I have. My anger dissipates, tears roll, and I return to a useful posture to God. My idea of what’s best for a child isn’t better than God’s plan even if it doesn’t make sense to my human eyes. If God placed a boy in a family then that family needs to care for the child. Our job at Kirabo Seeds is to provide a home for children who don’t have parents who are able to or present to care for them. I won’t throw a fit about that with God. I understand those are our guiding principles even though it hurts to take a child home to a situation where I know his suffering will be great. I know if we pray for this child it is the best we can do.

 

we took the kids on a quick safari to Queen Elizabeth National Park…i'll share about that…but Africa is gorgeous..

we took the kids on a quick safari to Queen Elizabeth National Park…i’ll share about that…but Africa is gorgeous..

Thank you all for helping us carry the heavy burden of loving these children. We, all of us who care about a child alone on this earth, are the hands and feet of Jesus. We welcome those whose hearts want to connect to these children and help them go forward into their lives. Our hopes are that these children will appreciate what has been done for them and will in turn help others behind them. I’m pretty sure as we peer into their hearts now that this indeed is their great desire. My heart melts when Angela mentions she wants to grow up and do what I do. If anyone knows what I do, it would certainly be her as she grows into her more adult awareness of life. When my heart hurts it helps to remember the good we do inspires others. I won’t lose hope. My hope remains in a good God whose love endures FOREVER.

 

the kids in devotions

the kids in devotions

 

Posted by: tonyalatorre | August 21, 2014

How I know anything is possible with God

I find myself at the close of another hand in hand walk with God through the growing pains of Kirabo Seeds in Uganda. The rhythm I follow flows with the school term of the children, as they are released for holidays we appear, and as they endure long days and weeks in their studies I am on the other side of their world preparing for the next adventure with them. I grow spiritually with each visit I have in Uganda. It’s not an easy walk in the meadow on a spring morning. It’s more like living my own nightmare.

 

My greatest fear is to be alone in the ocean where land cannot be seen and I am there with nothing but my own buoyancy. That’s the most vulnerable condition I can imagine myself having to endure. I do almost anything to avoid being on open water like that. But when the nightmare comes, after I struggle a little, I surrender, and I can see God and me together there. I find him there. I am not alone. The strength of my faith would not plummet but rise higher than I could ever imagine. Removed of all my securities, all my resources,stripped naked, it makes me vulnerable and what do I find? All of myself belongs to God. Of course I would be scared, but all that danger is out of my control. Complete trust and faith in the one who promises never to leave me is all I would have. Maybe this is all I need…ever.

 

local market…can you find Robert?

local market…can you find Robert?

How can I be sure I don’t drown in my nightmare? Because often that’s how I feel when I come to Uganda to develop Kirabo Seeds while we strive to do God’s work in orphan care. I’m in a culture not my own, like the ocean. This makes communication an ever present challenge. There are traditions, customs, beliefs, strongholds, and habits here that cause me to feel like we have hit roadblocks or dead ends with every tiny effort…storms at sea.

 

Sometimes I fear all we have labored to do can disperse in a moment and be gone. I fear the flesh eating sharks all around here, whether that be a rapist on a dark corner, the government, greedy enemies, ruthless uneducated thugs, or just plain ignorance.

 

Kevin reading to the kids.

Kevin reading to the kids.

We lost sweet Boniface this year when his little body, infected with HIV, couldn’t fight the childhood disease of chicken pox. Three days and he was gone. That’s the worst outcome I can imagine in caring for these children, and yet we came out of it stronger. But I continue to grieve not only for the loss of his potential to do good in this place and his happy ways, but because with one vaccination he could have been with us here, now. It is heartbreaking to know prevention is available and yet see so many perish without it. My response fluctuates from fury to despair until I finally arrive at surrender. And I remember that’s where God always wants me: surrendered and vulnerable.

 

I live with a mind that swims in possibility. I am optimistic, creative and unhindered when faced with a problem. I love to explore various solutions to a challenge. Here, I find I struggle against people with a fatalistic disposition. “This is the way it is. That’s all there is.” No! A broken window pane can be fixed, it doesn’t have to cut everyone in the home or welcome every malaria carrying mosquito all night long. Faulty electricity has a solution if we inquire deeper into the problem. Children with pockets of pain in their heart can heal from the talking cure, they don’t have to carry it every day of their lives as a crushing burden.

 

hannah and lydia on laundry day

hannah and lydia on laundry day

Sometimes here where there are always so many people everywhere I look, friendly, curious faces, shy waves, interested eyes, long stares….I feel so alone, like that nightmare of mine in the ocean. I am coming to see that’s what God wants me to find when I come here. I tread water and reach out until I feel his presence is the water surrounding me, keeping me afloat. Then I am sure anything is possible. Because he promises with him anything is possible. My nightmare turns into a daydream because when I follow God, trust Him, believe his promises, then I am safe and on the journey where roadblocks are absurd. God can make me into a tank, or a horse with wings, or a raft.

 

This trip I thought I might be a tank, but instead by the grace of God we flew and the solutions to our problems were nothing short of miracles delivered on a pretty platter served to us by angels. I’m not saying it was easy or that we didn’t struggle. We just never could have seen the outcome when we were in the trial. Only God can do what he does here for these children.

desire and kira doing laundry together…. a special friendship

desire and kira doing laundry together…. a special friendship

 

Obviously I can’t talk about specific details about the lives of these beautiful children of God. Trust me though, they are walking with a great and mighty God who will see them through every step of their journey. If ever they have the opportunity to face their greatest fears, (like mine in the ocean alone) I know they are growing the kind of faith where they will lean heavy into God and come through to the other side not only triumphant but stronger. My prayer is they will have a contagious faith and generations of people after them will be infected. If that happens, then everything I have given for the cause will worth it. No. It’s worth it because I know I am inside God’s will for my life, and any other way is the nightmare.

Posted by: tonyalatorre | August 16, 2014

Kirabo Seeds embracing our community

Apples are rare and special here in Uganda. They are imported from South Africa, shipped packaged to the expensive supermarkets. I keep a dozen or so apples. The children in our home have learned that I keep a full bowl of them on my table, so I get enthusiastic offers to escort me home. I always welcome company, and they love to carry my bags. They skip, laugh, tell me secrets, ask me private questions and keep Kira entertained enough that she forgets she is tired. I don’t make them ask for the apple, and Kira wouldn’t give me the opportunity anyway, she can’t wait to play hostess and pass them around.

 

veronica joined KS a couple months ago. She helps around the house, and with the parenting of the kids.

veronica joined KS a couple months ago. She helps around the house, and with the parenting of the kids.

The special apple treats for our children are similar to how Kirabo Seeds shares our resources with our community. We have just spent the day having an out reach event. We no longer leave our home. We invited the neighborhood children to come to our place once a month and enjoy a day with our family. They played games, built legos and read books. Then we shared a meal with them of nicely seasoned beans and posho. After their bellies were full our older children led worship songs and gave devotion from the bible. Kenny and Kiah asked questions to see if they were listening and then passed out prizes. Some kids got a beanie baby, a kirabo seeds tshirt, a jump rope or a lollipop. Our kids performed a skit from the bible using the story of Daniel in the Lion’s den. They are so funny. After the devotions Uncle Robert set up the music and Kira squealed, “the party has started!” We had a dance contest for the boys first. I am no longer shocked to see how well children can move to music here, but Hannah was in stunned silence, which soon turned to amazed laughter. The girls were more reserved, except for Kira who participated in that contest. She loves to dance and has her own style combined with plenty of energy.

 

outreach

outreach

After the dance party we put up a sheet in the living room, set up the projector and played a bible movie for them with translations. We had a hundred kids today. They had so much fun. It is a important to share our blessings with the community. The kids and staff are beginning to know the children around the neighborhood because of this. We look forward to teaching and sharing with them at the beginning of every month. Our abundance of resources and teaching is like the occasional apple in their lives. We keep the fun stocked up just for when they will arrive. I want the nutritious seeds of learning to sprout in them so they arrive eager to understand more about how God loves. I can only hope that God will touch their hearts and draw them to himself.

 

I don’t really like it that there have always been mzungus around for this event. I would rather have them believe and know that it is truly the Ugandans planning and giving this party day for them. I suppose it was my initial idea because our jjajjas are tiring of hosting for us. And the local pastors sometimes want to use us to make themselves great and popular. It takes half the day getting everyone to an outreach. We just want to share the bible with kids and make a difference in their lives somehow. It seemed easiest to do it from home. And it has been easier. But all of the planning and structuring of the event is done by our staff and children. I stay out of it.

 

In general people around here smell a mzungu and they think it is their one opportunity to ask for help. I can’t count how many people ask me to take one of their children or complain that we don’t find sponsors for all the needy children around. They have no idea how hard it is to find sponsors and keep them up to date with the progress of the children. It’s so common for people to ask for school fees. I do want to help. I am helping. But every hand is always out and I’m more interested in helping people help themselves than I am in giving a handout. That’ s not what they’ve been trained to expect from a mzungu. A pastor actually said, “she will come here and only hand out the word of God? They get plenty of that. She needs to put something in their hands.”

 

Our children are doubly orphaned children, or they have parents who are alive but psychologically disabled. Who is going to help them if we don’t? I can hardly say no to an orphaned child, but an able bodied healthy adult needs to work hard and problem solve without the jackpot of a mzungu on the street. Somehow I can justify giving to the neediest of the needy. It’s just so sad to know almost everyone I see is needy.

 

On Friday I met with Annette Kirabira who started Rahab House. She ministers to girls who come from the street out of the clutch of sexual abuse or prostitution. She gives them similar holistic care and counseling that we do at Kirabo Seeds. She’s a psychologist and understands as I do that going deep into each child is far more beneficial than spreading ourselves too wide in order to report we are helping hundreds or thousands at once. With greater numbers we could meet their physical needs and pay school fees, but all the brokenness they come to us with cannot be healed effectively. It takes time and intense counseling to break free from some of the burdens children carry. And all of our children arrived at our door with seriously heavy burdens. It takes unconditional love and the power and grace of God to fully transform these hurting children to vibrant, healed, alive individuals.

 

I was encouraged talking to Annette because I don’t have a prototype organization in Uganda to follow. I don’t have a mentor. I tend to feel significantly alone. But Annette and I have been called to help in similar ways and we run into similar roadblocks. The reach of her organization is impressive. What I love the most is she’s Ugandan and she started this up herself, struggled for support, and perseveres because this is her heart cause. Like me, she’d never consider giving up when it gets hard. And did we ever talk about how hard it gets.

 

I can only hope our children can turn out to be like her! I strive to hire her graduates because they have broken backgrounds and a testimony of the changing power of God in their lives. They are living proof that it is never too late to transform life from the bottom to the best when God is in the lead. I think Annette is an apple tree in this society. I hope our children follow her example. I hope to tend an orchard some day…we are planting the seeds now.

(it’s nearly impossible this morning to upload the photos I wanted to share. when the internet improves I will add)

 

Posted by: tonyalatorre | August 13, 2014

Grappling with extremes

I personally believe that pets are an important part of a childhood experience. It’s quite a luxury in Uganda though. We have a German Shepherd, Samson, and he’s an amazing animal. He bows down to me and receives the attention like a small puppy. But he’s a trained guard dog and he doesn’t like the little children teasing him with the way they run and dart with fear. He spends his days in his house/cage and his nights on the property guarding. Sometimes he is on a tether and enjoys rolling in the grass. The cat, Pretty, is an affectionate and sweet thing. She is always with the children. She makes the home hers first as any good cat would do and she allows everyone else to live with her. She’s allowed to stay according to Auntie Julie because she keeps the mice out of her kitchen. We used to keep chickens at the house but during the last trip I was here I had enough of them making a terrible mess, smelling up the property and drawing flies. I banished them to the land. It was a great pleasure to arrive and smell fresh air, keep a clean compound and not find chickens in the house. The former chicken house was converted to a rabbit hutch.

 

samson

samson

Daniel’s friend at school gave him a pet rabbit and the children loved it so much showing everyone on skype how cute it was and they played with it often. But they failed to protect it from Samson who beheaded it as soon as he was free. I wrote a letter about predators and prey living together. I warned they are responsible for making the prey safe and if they could do that they could get another rabbit. So they got a boy and girl rabbit and named them “Donny and Kelli”. They did what all rabbits do so the children found eight pink wrinkly bunnies a few weeks ago. Now we have seven white tiny bunnies who are happy to be held and stroked. The children go find food in the fields for the rabbits. They hold the mama down twice a day so the babies can nurse because she’s not a good mama. The kids frequently fetch a baby and play. (me too)

 

hannah and bunny

hannah and bunny

They all talk about what good eating these babies will be. What a horror for me. Animals here keep their place in the kingdom. They are to be enjoyed but they ultimately have jobs to hunt, protect, or feed. Not at all like my cats who are fed in glass bowls at the exact same times each day. One of our goats was in labor yesterday. The kid was too big to deliver and by the time the vet arrived to help the kid had died within the mother. Guess who got a gourmet meal of fresh kid? Samson.

 

denis, fred and paul

denis, fred and paul

Life here is raw, basic, real. The tension between life and death is tangible at all times. Even as we fear Ebola reaching this region the people act as if it just happens and people die. In America we have so many precautions and preventions we aren’t accustomed or surrendered to inevitability of death. We don’t suffer well either. But here suffering is just a matter of degrees and everyone takes it on like a backpack.

I find my heart has dulled to the shock and pain of life here. I know I can’t go to church because I’ll be found there by my enemies. I know I’ll never be independent here and drive myself because it is not safe. The girls could be raped in an instant if they were ever to be found walking alone outside our compound. A small child can have more sexual experience than a forty-year-old man. Thieves roam at night with machetes. Mob justice is a practice where a criminal is burned on the spot at the scene of the crime. My mentor could and would steal all I’ve got while smiling in my presence and giving me advice. A sage man of God will keep a second local wife and raise children with her as if that’s natural. Pastors can be thieves. A private life rarely reflects the public one.

 

lawrence and his bunny

lawrence and his bunny

Sometimes I conclude that knowledge rarely makes it into the fingers and practices of the people. These truths used to make me feel distraught and befuddled for days as I grappled with how can it be?! But now I am resigned. I sigh a lot when I am here. I somehow hold a middle ground where I am not too low or too high but able to put one foot in front of the other and cope. I’d be absolutely lost without the promises of God. He is sovereign. He has a plan for every person. He loves these children more than we do. He will guide us through this. I don’t have to understand it to find the way forward. He’ll give me what I need to know just for today and the problem at hand. Jesus is enough. My faith in Him is enough. And the hope for the future of these children as we get deep into their dirty business and grapple with turning truths into habits is enough motivation to keep me undaunted.

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