Sunday, June 14, 2009

The Hospital


Lately I have been spending time sitting, thinking and praying in the empty hospital that will one day be full of men, women, and children. I sit and envision the people it will help and the lives it will change, for the babies that will be born and for the fathers that will be given another chance at life. I long to work there and to transform lives, but for now I am content praying for those who will walk through the doors. It will truly bring transformation to the village. Last week my pastor broke his leg and it took over an hour to drive to the nearest hospital. While there, he waited days for proper treatment and was kept in a small crowded room. His wife had to travel each day to provide food. How I am looking forward to bringing a change to that system. This hospital is the change this area needs and the children we are bringing up will become the doctors and nurses in that place. They will become the English teachers, the lawyers and the diplomats. They are about to change the world!
I can’t tell you how exciting it is to be a part of this project! The flags of different countries are flying high here and the hopes and expectations are just as lofty. I have already seen change in the children and even small changes in the surrounding area. I’m telling you God dances in the trees here; when he looks down on Ntagacha he can’t wipe the smile off of His face. He sees the potential and He is giving me eyes to see it as well!
May you set high goals, have big expectations and give God the freedom to work in and through your life. That’s what we are doing here and for now the sky is truly the limit. We’re reaching for it though, and I think we’re getting close :)

Monday, June 1, 2009

I'll miss the smiles




Once again I sit listening to the rain pattering on the roof and the calming hum of the generator. I believe that things are truly good here. As the rain falls, God’s grace falls along with it. How I love that God’s mercies are new every morning!
I still love each one of my fifty friends as much as I always have, more I am sure. I look so forward to them coming home from school each day. I love waiting at the gate to greet them, and by the look on their face, I think they feel the same. About a week ago I spent a few days in Nairobi, Kenya and I have to admit I couldn’t wait to come home to my village. I missed the smiles and the laughter. Oh how my heart will ache when I leave in two months to go back to school.
Truthfully enough though, I am far beyond the half way point of my trip and I am beginning to think about the importance of finishing projects and meeting goals. I am far from finished though, and my heart is still completely in this project, as it always will be, sometimes just in different ways.