I’ve heard from the team in Uganda. They are enjoying the rainy season so everything is lush and green. When I was there this summer it was so dusty. As a car travels on a dirt road it spits dust up into the atmosphere slathering every leaf and tree with a dull brown covering. If you don’t look closely it could be mistaken for dead foliage. It rains in spurts, making the potholes in the road small swimming pools for the children. Water runs down ditches with energy and the children suddenly find they have new games to play.
The children enjoyed some game time this weekend with their uncles. The home they live in has a terrible front yard. It is bumpy and it slopes towards the house from the gate. Then there’s a sharp drop off of two and a half feet, and only three feet of pathway from the drop to the porch. They play in that three feet path. Sometimes Robert will drive them to the field. Some of the boys are fantastic soccer players. Robert has asked to try and enroll them into a league because they have so much talent.
I can only imagine the noise level as all the children scream and play. George and Robert are doing an excellent job being role models for the children. With as many boys as we have, they need some men around to show them how it’s supposed to be.
The children are in their third term of school for the year. They will finish for the year in late November. They won’t resume until next February. Their grades have rapidly improved as their first year in our home stretches out.
On the weekends they go to the garden to help harvest the cabbages and sweet potatoes. There’s more than they can eat! And everyone has extra these days so we are looking to be a blessing to others and share our harvest with those who have nothing. We will definitely share some with the jjajjas and aunties who are extended family to the children in our home.
Uganda is blessed with three growing seasons a year. Central Uganda, the Kampala area, is known as the food bowl of Africa because the soil is so fertile. The markets are overflowing with produce, bright in color and deep with flavor. Being fat in Uganda is a sign of wealth. When someone tells you, “you’ve grown fat” they are giving you a compliment. I always warn them never to give that compliment to an American, they will be offended, bruised, self conscious, and become neurotic.
I’m so thankful we are able to provide the best food to the children and team in our home. They get beef once a week, chicken twice, and fish once. Other times it is beans. There’s a wide variety of fruits and vegetables for them. Milk is delivered fresh every morning for their porridge they sip from mugs, dipping their bread, in the same way as we dunk oreos into a cold glass of milk. They eat three big meals a day, and it shows because Phiona reports they are growing out of their clothes already!!!
It wasn’t so long ago they were going to bed hungry. Days could go on before they would get enough to eat to fill their stomachs, and even then it wasn’t balanced nutrition. It is all because God moved in my heart, proposed the project, I said Yes Lord!, and then these children were welcomed to our home. They didn’t do anything to deserve it, they didn’t earn it, they aren’t better than the children we didn’t meet. It is by the grace of God they were given the gift. Their lives are a perfect illustration of the gift of our own salvation in Jesus. We don’t deserve it, we can’t buy it or work for it. It is a gift. And once accepted, it changes everything.