I had no idea what God would do when I started blogging. It was primarily a way for me to exercise my creativity with writing and photography so I could grow and improve my skills. I was simply missing the days in Arizona when I was a part of a writing community. The feedback from my blog became addicting. I also wanted a way to share with family and friends what was happening in our lives. As a result I’ve chronicled our family’s story. This is a treasure I hope one day my grandchildren will cherish. I’m not one to search other blogs as my own entertainment. I wish I had time to do that because there are so many fascinating stories and talented artists out there, but mostly I’m just trying to let out what’s trapped inside of me.
I never expected to make the connections and friends I have found. I regularly sit at my computer and get chills when I am contacted by someone whose life I have touched in a significant way. Others come across my blog path and I am able to help them with a struggle I myself have once battled. Almost all of the mothers who are waiting to be united with their babies from our baby home have contacted me and we have been able to share with them what their children are like and how they are doing, as well as pass along photos. I know how I hung on those words and images like a starving dog outside a restaurant’s back door.
I met Rose last year while on my mission trip, but through my blog we have developed a friendship that I treasure so much. And now she has invited our family to spend Christmas dinner with their family. This will be a lasting memory our family will never forget! Serving God alongside her is something I treasure more than words can express. It combines two cultures for God’s purposes. I find her church is appropriately named the Miracle Center, as I have felt a few of my own personal miracles there under that tin roof.
Last year I was contacted by a young woman in Uganda, Martha Mwidu. She responded to my blog about the adoption information. She went searching the internet for help to understand adoption in Uganda. There’s no information out there except for blogs like mine. I suppose I hooked her, and she’s been following the progression of my adoption all through the year. Now that we are here I wanted to finally meet her, so I invited her to come join us on Saturday for the Children’s celebration at the church.
That morning at the church all of the mothers in attendance approached me and introduced themselves. I met so many women with so many similar names that when Martha arrived and introduced herself I thought she was one of the many women with children in the crowd, because I had already met so many Marthas. I was so embarrassed when I realized it was my friend, Martha from my blog! I screeched, begged mercy and hugged her neck. We began chattering about our experiences and enjoying our first face to face interaction. I took her to the back of the crowd where my mom was holding Kira, and it was immediate reaction for her to scoop up my baby and have a look and cuddle. Kira is so funny with new people, she pushed back and took a serious look at this new person, studying her for some time before relaxing and sticking her finger into her mouth. Later in the day they became fast friends, and Kira even slept on her shoulder while I was speaking to the crowd. (and I was told 1000 children were there on Saturday!)
Martha and I stepped outside so we could talk and hear ourselves. I learned that she is a Human Resource manager for a research institute. I told her my husband is a specialist in Human Resources and she was welcome to inquire from him as her career grows. She also told me that she began searching for information about adoption because her sister has gone eight years without getting pregnant. She wants a baby so badly that she wants to adopt. Adoption is a foreign concept in this culture because it doesn’t continue the blood line, which is vitally important to the people here. There’s serious opposition from families when adoption is suggested. But Martha’s sister is modern and willing to do it in spite of the opposition. So Martha has spent much time and energy visiting baby homes in the area asking who is interested in adopting out the babies. Most of them do not, but rather transfer them from home to home as they grow so they can remain Ugandans. Legally, adoption is rather new here in Uganda and families like ours are the sample cases. Martha ran into dead ends in her search.
While we were talking I told her that our baby home hopes to adopt out their children to Ugandans in equal balance to adopting out to the western world. This practice will help them gain respect from the court system who prefers not to see all their children go out to Mzungus. The problem is that so many of the Ugandans who have the heart to adopt do not have an extra shilling to spare. I talked with the baby home leaders about financing a family to adopt a child so their babies have the opportunity to grow up Ugandan. I will talk more about that later. It’s another very exciting project.
Back to Martha. Her sister lives with her Ugandan husband in Australia, and is returning to Uganda just before Christmas to stay here for about four months. She’s eager to get an adoption complete in this time. I spoke to the baby home and they said, send her over and we can talk about it.
Stop right there. This is too much for me to comprehend. Did God really use me and this blog in this way? I am too humbled to hope so. I can only wait and see what He does next with this story. I will be honored to share with you what happens next. Please pray for this sweet couple, Martha’s sister and husband, that they can go home with a baby. I praise God for using me to accomplish His purposes; it is all I hope for with my life.