Leaving an inheritance
"OK ladies line up. OK, we are in class. Repeat after me. 'Jesus loves me'." Walking towards our home I see seven Ugandan girls five years and older following ALL of Esperanza's instructions.
Prayers From a Child
As soon as I’d be done Esperanza would point to the next person and say “pray for that person mama”. So off I’d go to the next bed. We prayed for about 15 patients. Every person was so inviting and hungry for prayer. Some of the wounds were horrific. Bones protruding from the skin, facial and body burns, and large infected areas too ghastly for description.
death
As I sit praying and holding cold rags to the bottom of my 102 (F) son's feet I can't help but feel the pain of many of the African mothers.
Thunder Rolls
Then the intensity. In Jinja we went to pray for people in the hospital but I wasn't prepared for what we would experience in Arua. As we walked into the children's ward there were over 40 children waiting to be seen. This did not include the children laying on the path into the hospital or the children filling the beds.
Crying Out for More
4:00 AM, in a distance I can hear drums beating and chants yelling. The morning ritual. Not exactly sure what village near by does this but I've heard it every morning since we have been in Arua.
Perspectives
The rustle in the bushes made my heart skip a beat as I trotted along to dump my garbage. They had just finished telling us to avoid all long grass because this is where the black mamba's and cobra's liked to hang out.