Weeping
One Tiny Treasure
One tiny treasure. 7 months old. Desperately sick. Pneumonia. One tiny treasure. I pray over her as I hold her… Suddenly… The meanest orphanage caregiver {that I have ever seen} comes in to give her her medicine. I jump up, “Please will you let me give her her medicine?” She snarls, nods and thrusts…
Middle of the Night Thoughts from Uganda
Sunday in Uganda
Thank you for praying for the wedding feast. Each night the team has “debrief”, talking about the day and the emotions of it. Last night the overwhelming thought was how emotions were all over the place. The slums, the clothes, the need, the helplessness…really, hardly bearable. There is much to say, but honestly, we…