I had to escape my family and take 24 hours alone to write the updates and newsletters from my January trip. It’s not that I procrastinate it’s simply that there’s one of me and so many interruptions when I attempt to think, write or maybe even create something. This crazy family life we have is NOT something I complain about. No I celebrate our special brand of nutty and hectic in our LaTorre jar. However, I needed to escape them all to get some writing accomplished. In seven hours I was able to do what I haven’t been able to put out in a month. I’ve got two more hours before hitting the road for home so I’m going to try and squeak out this blog about the happenings at Kirabo Seeds.
I won’t spoil the surprises in the newsletter I just wrote for all our supporters and sponsors. This will get in the mail this week! Mostly I’m eager to share photos and snippets of the kid’s lives in Uganda. We all use the “whatsapp” to communicate. It is a free app that allows free texting anywhere in the world. I can text with everyone on the staff all day every day and keep up to date without breaking our bank. I receive photos almost every day. There’s nothing better than finishing a good ride and waiting for my horse to have his reward of a 15 minute grass graze AND be able to see photos of the kids at Kirabo Seeds.
We are hoping to collect Children’s Bibles to share with all the children in our community who join our monthly outreaches. Many have accepted Jesus as savior but none have their own bible. If you would like to share please email me and I’ll answer your questions. email@example.com
They had a super break but returned to school early February. Our kids in America think they have it so hard going to school at 8:30 and getting home at 3:30 five days a week. Well the students in Uganda go to school at 6 in the morning and don’t get home until five in the evening. AND THEY GO TO SCHOOL HALF A DAY ON SATURDAY.
After school they have a tight schedule preparing for the next day at school. They have to iron their uniforms, help with cooking, laundry and feeding the pets. They have a devotion time of bible study and at least an hour of home work each night. They eat dinner and rush to bathe and be in bed in time to get enough sleep before they do it all over again.
This is why I don’t visit when they are in school. I would never see them. On Sundays they enjoy seeing their friends at church. Funny enough they are all good friends with children in a neighboring (larger) orphanage. They also go to the same church. Hard to believe what a small world it is but David, one of our favorite drivers from Kira’s adoption, helps manage that orphanage. They hired him before we could get him. He is a good catch!
After church on Sundays they get to relax and play and we allow them to watch a movie. The break is gone before they know it and they start another busy week.
All of the children are in school now. It’s a little lonely at home without Rhonah or Justine about the place. Maybe God will bless us with little ones again some day. We hope so!
Last Friday was the first anniversary of Boniface’s death. It was a somber moment when I awoke and remembered the great suffering he endured and our sorrow from losing him. We ached for so long after his death. The staff experienced great stress and emotional trauma after burying him. We fell to pieces for a little while. We all did. Losing a child, a brother, a friend is the worst pain I’ve known. One year later we can all reflect and see how God held our hands and helped us heal. It gives us the opportunity to pause and think about our life after death. We are promised to be here for just a short vapor in the breadth of all time, yet eternity with God the creator is offered and free and real. (because we believe what the bible says is true) We know for sure Boniface gave his life to Jesus and accepted salvation. We have all come to know the peace of believing this is true. While we miss him here it is good to know for sure in our hearts that he is not suffering HIV any more. He is free and happy and forever this way. For me, and many others who knew him, it has intensified our desire to share the message of Jesus’ salvation with others. It also allows me to experience less anxiety about the end of this life. I know where I am going is far better. I’ll go without regret for how I spent my “vapor” here on earth. I spent it for Jesus.