Monday, February 24, 2014

New Logo!!

Healing Faith has gone thru so many exciting changes in the last year!
-We are officially a 501c3 in the US and we have our NGO in Uganda
-The Malaria program has come to fruition!
-We added a US Staff member
And so many many more and meaningful blessings!

With all of these new changes, it was time to work hard at finding our logo.  After many months of ideas, and trial and error, we have finally found it.We love it and hope you do too!!!

To celebrate our new logo, we are having a T-Shirt GIVEAWAY!!!

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Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Break my heart for what breaks Your

Tuesday as we were packing up to leave the village, Kari saw a young   girl kneeling in the dirt with her young brother.  She was trying to get jiggers out of his feet because they were paining him so much he could not walk.  She was so small herself and she was doing her best to carry her little brother so his feet wouldn't
hurt.  As Kari approached she saw they were dirty and in tattered clothing. Dirty and worn clothing is common in the village, but these were different.  As she talked with them she noticed they were unusually dirt and had sores all over their little bodies.  The youngest had a sunken look to his eyes and he did not look “well.” 

As Kari talked to them she asked if we could take them tp their home, she wanted to meet their mother.  The children told her they live with their Jaja (grandmother)  We loaded them up in the van and drove them down the dirt road to their home.  When we arrived, there was no one there. Kari began talking to neighbors and found out more to the story. The children in fact lived with their Jaja, but she had gone to Kenya for a burial.  She was not scheduled to return until the next day.  The kids had no food in the house and no water. The oldest was 7 and the youngest was 2-3.  They did have an older sibling that we could not find, he was out gathering fire wood, but he too was just a child himself.

It broke our hearts.  Here were these young kids left to fend for themselves. This world is a tough place, especially village life. I can’t imagine leaving for a few days and turning to Everett to say “take care of Hadlee, Pierce and Joseph while I am gone.” Anyone that knows Everett knows what a scary thought that would be!  Tressie, the 7 year old girl, was doing her very best to care for her younger siblings, but she is a child.  Unfortunately, it is a harsh reality here in Uganda.

We were torn as to what to do.  The best thing we could think was to take them down the road and get them something to eat.  We wanted to get some protein in their little bodies, but all we could find was bread and water.  As I sat and watched them eating bread and drinking water, my heart broke all over again.  Kari was able to get them enough bread for the evening as well, hardly a meal for 3 hungry kids. When I skip a meal or have lunch late and my stomach is growling, I think I am so hungry.  I have never known hunger like these kids before. It is hard for us to know true hunger, we always know at some point our next meal is coming.  It might not be exactly at the time we expect or exactly what we want to eat, but we always know food is coming.  I cannot imagine being 7 years old and wondering when and if I am going to eat again.
Hunger and suffering is happening each and every day here and all around the world. You don’t have to be in the village or even in Uganda to see true hunger and suffering all around you. As you are reading this the underlying thought is probably “How could you just leave these kids there?  Why didn’t you take them into town to get a better meal?  Why didn’t you take these kids home until their Jaja returned?” 

While all these thoughts came into our minds and our hearts, they are not practical.  We could easily be accused of stealing children. There could also be 50 other kids in the same scenario within the village. That is just life here. These are the harsh realities some kids face on a daily basis.

“Break my heart for what breaks Yours” 

Monday, February 17, 2014

My Heart is Full

It is February, Valentine's Day has past and my heart is full.  Not because I got flowers or chocolate on the 14th, but because life is good!

I am starting to see so much progress with the children's outreach in the village. Our village team is amazing and is really reaching the children.  On Valentine's Day we went for a regularly scheduled village
day and the kids made my whole day.  They were singing loudly, dancing and they are starting to remember some of the new songs we are teaching them.   They have really had a lot of fun lately teaching me how to say different phrases in Luganda, the local language for this particular village.   Last week we talked about Jesus being the way, the truth and the life.  Ekubo, Amazima, Obulamu (The way the truth and the life).  The kids are really hungry for the word.  For two weeks I have been talking with them about a relationship with Jesus Christ and that no one gets to the Father unless through the Son. This week I was totally unprepared to talk to them, to be honest I really meant to take the Jesus Story Book Bible, and I forgot it.  After singing, dancing and praise and worship, William asked me what I had prepared to for them.  I started talking and the words kept flowing and came directly from God.  I told them when I first starting coming to their village I had no idea how to get there, somebody had to show me the way.  The same way we were lost and didn't know the way, God sent his one and only Son to show us the way.

I also tried to explain to them Valentine's Day. Can you imagine a group of village kids trying to grasp the concept of showering each other with candy, flowers and gifts because we love each other?  I used it as a way to tell the kids that Jesus doesn't have a calendar to look at the days and say "Today is special and I love you"  I used it as an example to show them Jesus loves them every single day!  His love never ends and it never gives up on us. Bulijo, bulijo, bulijo, bulisawa (Every day, every day, every day, every time). They really love when I say these things in Luganda, even when I say them correctly they laugh and giggle.  They think it is hilarious when a big tall American speaks in Luganda.

I got to see Ali, who was back in the village after a successful surgery.  We got to follow up on a couple of kids who had malaria the previous week and showed no signs.  We got to fight against three new cases of malaria #MalariaBites.  We got to dress the wounds of a man suffering through chronic wounds.  Most of all we got to spread the love and grace of Jesus Christ.

My heart was full when I left Wakisi, it was a good end to the week.  It made me anxious and ready to get back to the village this week.  I am excited to see what God has in store for this week.