We are home, landed in Chicago Saturday afternoon! Our bodies are still adjusting to the time change, but we're getting there. We are beginning to process all we experienced to last couple weeks. We have been given a debriefing packet that has helped a lot! So, I am going to write about each of our days in Uganda... I think it will help me remember and process...as it all feels like a blur right now!
First of all, 2 days after arriving home, we received an email that the couple who bought our home contingent on the sale of thier home...SOLD theirs and their buyer would like to close before the end of the year. All I have to say is God's timing is incredible and I am still in a state of shock about it......no tears yet, though sure to come. This morning we got the call that my sister had a little baby boy Kendall! I just got back from seeing him! So amazing...such a miracle! He is beautiful. I couldn't help but think about the contrast of the hospital here to the one in Soroti. Two totally different worlds.
DAY 1
We awoke to the rooster, whom I think we wrote about our fondness of previously! Chloe loved the Sliedrects yard, they had bunnies, chickens, and a rooster running around. It is a large yard with lots of room for the kids to run and for the neighborhood kids to join them. We took a walk into Soroti town. It was busy with people as is everywhere in Africa. That is the biggest change in coming home, is that you see no one outside....in Africa people use their homes for sleeping mostly..so everyone is outside. We toured the market in town where you can find lots of fresh produce. The woman in the pic above is blowing the rice to remove the shells on the rice. (there is another name for it?) We ate at Landmark Restaurant and had an 'American Meal' of chicken, fish, and fries. After this, we visited the Hindu Mosque and a Muslim Cemetery. It seems so silly to us that they would worship dolls as you see in the pictures above. And how incredibly sad that they have not heard the truth...or their eyes have not been opened to see the lies they believe. A field full of tombstones of adults and children that are not in heaven. I think day one was overwhelming to Chris and I. I know I was in a state of culture shock and not even sure of how I was feeling. The faces of so many little children, some with eyes glazed over from lack of stimulation......I wondered; which ones were hungry, which ones had no home, which ones were subject to abuse.....I wish it was easy fill all their basic needs...but the big picture was overwhelming. I found myself thinking where would you even begin to make a difference. But that was the problem and I needed to realize its not me that would make a difference. In fact, God doesn't even need me. God does care about each one, and if God sends our family to Uganda to share Christ with only one...that is enough of a reason in His eyes. We don't need to change the world, God IS the one who can change their world and give them true HOPE. I am just a tool. It just took a while for this to sink in for me!
No comments:
Post a Comment