On the first mission trip I took to Uganda our team went to church with Pastor Robert in Kawempe. I met his wife, Rose, and we had a spark of mutual appreciation. We bumped into her at the mall that trip and she told me she was enjoying my blog. So when I went home to America Rose and I became friends over my blog. She followed our adoption journey and when we came to Uganda for our adoption we enjoyed getting to know one another. During that time we visited her school and I blogged about the good work they do there. There was a great response from readers interested in helping the children who want to go to school be able to go to school. Misty was one of the first to volunteer to sponsor a child at this school. I didn’t know Misty back then, but we have become friends through this ministry.
So, Misty is here, and the pictures she’s seen on my blog and the stories she’s read are in living motion right before her eyes. She sat there in the school office with me and said, “it’s so odd to see in real life the things I have only read about.” The sign, the colors of the school, the playground equipment, the classrooms, the wall where children peer over wishing they were students there, all of this is real and living a daily life here in Uganda. She and her friends sponsor children at this school and they pray for these children all the time with their own children at home in America.
After our tour of all the classrooms, our team put together their lessons. They taught the armor of God to the little children, and did a craft with the older students. They made salvation bracelets with colored beads and the children love loved it. Misty slipped out of the teaching and joined me in the office with Rose. We brought the boys who she and her friends sponsor to meet her. The tears and hugs overwhelmed me. I see a powerful love that flows from God through Misty and to watch her share it is a blessing to me.
The boy she sponsors lives with his old jjajja next door to the school. Her beautiful face has been on my blog many times, and when Misty met her she said, “I feel like I know you!” They hugged for five minutes. The woman kneeled before her and said, thank you. They cried. I cried. It was beautiful.
Watching the two of them meet was one of the highlights for my entire mission trip because I experienced the power and hand of God as he used me to connect these two women from two faraway continents and provide a better life for a child. It causes me to toss up my hands to the heavens and beg God to use me more! I surrender it all to you o God. And for all the corruption that exists here, and the setbacks we encounter, God continues to create beauty for his precious children. I am so encouraged. I am so set on fire to be more available to His mighty hand. Especially if it means the innocent children can be protected, educated, fed, and taught about the great love of Jesus.