By Susan H.
I pass by an infant sitting in the red, soft dirt by herself...soft brown eyes staring with wonder at the muzungu...white person...smiling down at her. I was also wondering...Where is her mother? Had she crawled over here on her own through the dust? Another older child, maybe 5 or 6, ages are sometimes hard to tell due to lack of nutrition and proper growth, biting her lower lip with shy, hesitant eyes peeking out at me. Curiosity winning out over apprehension as she touches my arm.
I had thought often of Rosemary over the last year. I had prayed with her last summer for the healing of her seriously ill husband. I was given the privilege of being invited back into her home this year. I was humbled by the fact that he was well and working. She was grateful we had come to see her again, and I had the honor and blessing of praying with her for salvation as we gave glory to God for his healing.
Contrast the slums of Bukasa with God Cares School Primary and High School in Kampala. Crisp uniforms, three meals a day, bathrooms, running water and a playground! Hugs from one special child, by the name of Promise, so tight, I could hardly breathe. Of even greater blessing was to go and meet Allen, who I decided to sponsor after leaving last year. Although being respectfully referred to as “Teacher Susan” by the students at school, he calls me “Mum Susan”...and his smile and tender reference to me as mom melts my heart. He is proud to share he is working hard at school, and also promises me to make high marks. He has hopes and dreams to be a lawyer someday to help the needy.
I am impressed by the breadth of his education. He had written me many times, but to meet him was special beyond words. He is articulate in English and shared his heart with me. I am also blown away by how important my family is to him, how much relationship with us means to him and his friends with their sponsors. He truly appreciates the opportunity to be living at God Cares and to get a quality education. He told me he rises at 3:30am daily, gets his chores done by 4:30am, and studies before school. He then attends classes, and has to turn in homework by 6pm. His teachers collect the work, and return it by 7 the next morning. Their work ethic is inspiring.
Perhaps I will return again to this beautiful land and experience once again its’ beauty and warm people. I honestly wish all of us here in the U.S. could be blessed as I am to sponsor a child. There is so much need, and our few dollars a month is literally pulling children out the slums of poverty and opening a world of opportunities beyond their wildest dreams.
Thank you very much!