The mosquitoes won’t touch me. I watch them land, taste, and spit me out until they fly away. It’s true I haven’t had one bite. In February when I was here I took garlic pills only, and I had many itchy bites. This trip I am taking three peppermint pills every night and two stinky garlic pills. Not one bite. I haven’t used deet once either. I’m just suggesting it is worth a trip to Whole Foods if you are coming to Africa.
Yesterday was so FULL of good news, God’s grace, and good work. I only have thirty minutes before we leave for safari so I can’t tell you everything now. But this I know, God is here with us. We are moving under his protection. We are experiencing heartache for sure, but the grace of God is greater and it covers our wounds.
I will share one story out of three that happened yesterday. Our team went back to Kira’s baby home to serve the Aunties there all day long. When we arrived with Kira I ran to find the Aunties who knew her, and when they came to look at her for the first time they were in pure shock. Their eyes began to water and they bent over and held their stomachs praising God for how beautiful she is and what good care she gets. Kira of course was simply clueless and a little of her ornery self not allowing anyone to touch her. But they marveled at what God has done in her life. They knew her the day she was brought to their home a tiny newborn infant abandoned, and they nurtured her for nine months until she was given as a “gift” (her name is Kirabo and it means gift in Lugandan language) to our family.
She is the first child to return to this baby home after adoption. This is the first time the Aunties were able to see the fruit of their daily labor. It breaks their hearts to become attached and feel a deep maternal love for these children and then see them go away never to be seen again. They are in a way forgotten, and they feel it. I highly recommend all adopting parents out there who have received a child from a baby’s home that gave wonderful care to consider writing a letter and sharing photos with the women who loved your child. For me, it was the greatest blessing to watch them behold her for the first time and understand the amazing work they do for these children.
It was quite an emotional moment for me to stand in her baby’s home and feel the emotions of what we experienced when we were finalizing our adoption of Kira. It is as big an event in our memories as our marriage, and the birth of our four boys. Maybe even more significant because we didn’t have any ability to control or affect the outcome. We were at the mercy of the Ugandan judges, and we were leaning with all our weight on our sovereign God. Our adoption built our faith more than anything single event I can remember in the 22 years Craig and I have been married.
Kirabo Seeds is a legacy for our dear Kira. She will accompany me to Uganda while she grows up and she will know she is as much Ugandan as she is American. I look forward to the many conversations we will have about the special touch God has on her life. Ok, our safari truck is here! Gotta go! I’ll be missing and having fun for two days. I’m leaving my work behind. I welcome this break. Thanks for all your prayers and support.
p.s. no pictures allowed in the baby home. wah.