It is the longest journey from our home in San Antonio to our home in Kampala Uganda. Days of travel, torn from our routines, separated from our family and friends to reunite with the most extraordinary family I have the pleasure to say welcomes us with kindred love. Kirabo Seeds has been winding it’s own path of growth and establishment since the adoption of our daughter Kira in 2010. Many of you have walked alongside our harrowing journey as we reached desperately, tenaciously for the most rewarding state of being it now finds itself: Utterly, Astonishingly THRIVING.
I admit, I am feeling soppy with vulnerable emotion as I peer in on this bustling home of eighteen children and eight staff members. A seed of love overflowing from a great and sovereign God through my simple yet fierce desire to nurture it and see it grow is now this gorgeous, dynamic garden of life, learning, and love. The community that has grown from God’s provision in the small compound on a hill on the outskirts of the capital city of a developing nation on the other side of the world far exceeds my highest hopes in the earliest and most passionate days of initiating its existence. This was not an easy win. We labored. We suffered. We struggled. We fought. We were crushed. We were abused. Yet, with God and grit and so many faithful supporters we have overcome adversity.
These children were doubly orphaned. They ran amok in the streets loosely monitored by extended relatives barely able to provide. School in Uganda comes at a high price, often more than a worker earns in a year for one child. Education is a luxury here. Long ago these children were identified, registered, and loaded up into our van then delivered to our care. We feed them the best balanced diet they could hope for, provided and overseen by Auntie Julie. They go to good schools and receive extra daily tutoring help from Kiah. They have complete medical care. Our staff provides daily devotions to learn about God and his saving love for each one of them. Because of Him they are here. There is church on Sunday. We have cases and cases of books for these children to devour, and they do. Don’t think this is normal, because the schools do not have a single book for the children to read. Thanks to so many loving supporters and sponsors our children enjoy the simple pleasures of books.
Most importantly these children are carefully and diligently parented by the staff with love and boundaries. The people who raise these children are passionate about helping orphaned children have the opportunity to make an honest life, become leaders in their community and hopefully make Uganda better. Our original vision for this ministry was to equip Ugandans to raise Ugandans, and it is refreshing to see they are doing a great job. We pour as much of our resources into helping the staff learn and develop as we do the children.
I’m more than a little astonished that this dream to help more orphans than our daughter has become this family to admire with an eye of wonder and awe. It’s one of those times when my feet root, my body ceases motion, my mind is still and all I can say is, “WOW.” There’s a reverence and a deep knowing this wasn’t man made but God breathed.
This home, these children, these adults serving them, they are worth the long journey of struggle required to reach this place of establishment. I am filled with an overwhelming rush of gratitude to God for using me, allowing me to participate in the story of Kirabo Seeds. I can say for sure it is possible to make a difference in this world. I’m so thankful to see the cost and risk and crushing obstacles are not greater, nor ever will be greater than the will of God to make a straight path for a child in need.
I’m eagerly anticipating stolen hours to share with you the joys we are experiencing here during our visit. I hope I can transmit the feeling in this home into words so you can have a touch of its power.