I had the honor of hosting Veronica in my home for three days this past weekend. She is from Kampala, Uganda, and she has been attending seminars around the States for the past month. Our home was her final resting stop before going home. Our church here has had an integral relationship establishing the crisis pregnancy center that Veronica runs in Kampala. In fact, the reason I was on a mission trip to Uganda (which sprouted our desires to adopt our Kira from there) was to assist Veronica in getting the word out to the pastors in the area that she can help them with the abortion epidemic.
Veronica has a remarkable story linked to her life’s work. Today she walks with a cane and has a limp right leg and a curved spine because her mother tried to have her aborted not once but twice. Apparently, the witch doctor’s brew doesn’t always work because not only did it leave Veronica’s physical body deformed, it also later killed her sister. There’s no coincidence that her life’s work is to educate young “abortion minded” girls so they understand exactly what they are doing, and to help them consider the alternative. Unfortunately, in most of Africa abortion is used as a method of birth control and many women have four or more. The boyfriend or husband sends the girl with the equivalent of sixty dollars in her hand to walk to the clinic and “fix it”. Veronica teaches them birth control methods, counsels them with biblical teachings and cares for them through the pregnancy and the birth. She works long and hard and it is so difficult to get local financial support. I pray after a month in the U.S. she feels encouraged to begin again.
Last year upon returning from Uganda she stayed a couple days with me and I took her on a book shopping spree. We loaded a new suitcase with christian books about marriage, women’s issues, being single, relationships and parenting. She set up a library when she returned and women from all over Kampala come to borrow a book and then quickly return to exchange it for another. She said it has made her a popular place to be. They simply cannot get this kind of information there. I, myself, am somewhat of a Belle from Beauty and the Beast. I’d faint if someone opened the doors to a library like she got from the Beast. I’m passionate about spending time with my books so I was deeply moved to know that my idea to send her home with books had such a profound effect on the women. Naturally we went book shopping again this trip so she can add to this library. The feeling I get when I know I am helping to educate others is unparallel to annything I feel when I buy myself something. God willing, I hope she returns some day in the future so we can continue to grow that library for the women of Uganda.