A Hard Lesson to Learn.

It's coming up to the last third of my trip and you can imagine time is scarily flying by. Finding time to fit everything I want to do and achieve is hard. Over half way through the home sickness and exhaustion hits you while sat hot, tired and dripping in sweat waiting for the water to come back on so you can cool down, or hearing the rat scratching at your door at night. But it makes it all worth it when you see the smiles, joy and love that the children have to share with you everyday. 

Mark and I

There is so much need here you just want to help everybody you see. I don't think a day goes by where someone hasn't requested my help in some shape or form. Because I am white they believe that I have everything and have endless amounts of money…. which I am starting to realise compared to them we do. A couple of days ago a man in the street was pushing this piece of metal that he would refer to as a bicycle, saw me and said hello as I was walking past him. I asked him how he was and he replied with, "I am not fine, I am poor and I am hungry" 

Pastor George came to me the other day asking if I would stand with him financially to help families in the community who have nothing. I have so much love for this guy! This is a great ministry that I would love to stand with. The easy thing would be to just throw money at these things. Sometimes this can do more damage than good. 

Trevor, Ronald and Myself

These boys live across the road from us. The boy on the left is called Trevor and the other boy is Ronald. When I was a child playing outside after school,  Dad would pull up in his mark 2 red Polo after a days work and as soon as I would see him I would drop whatever I was doing and run as fast as I could into his arms. I know I can't compare myself to my amazing Dad, but this is exactly what Trevor does when he sees me. The past few weeks we have been seeing him sat on the side of the road, chewing sugar cane in clothes that we would deem as unwearable when he should be at school.

Visiting a true ugandan family

So one day while walking home Rachael and I thought to go and meet his family. In one house there are 5 generations with many missing members due to death or running away. Trevor (sat on my knee) is looked after by his Great Grandma, his Aunty and sometime his Father when he is not out finding work. Seeing past all the poverty this was just a really close family that seem to be very happy with what they had. A couple of days later again Trevor came running over with a piece of paper. Written was his school fees, uniform fees etc… That they couldn't afford to pay anymore.

These are only a few examples of many encounters with people in need. It actually made me very upset and start to question a lot of things. 

Why ME? 

The only thing that makes us different is the location of where we were born. 

Why was I born into such a wealthy country? 

Why am I the one who has the power to decide if they get help or not? 

You could say that it is a pleasure and an honour to be able to help these people but what makes me so special to decide who to help and who to not?  

The problem is you can't help everybody, but you want to help somebody….which leaves you to decide. This is probably the biggest learning curve I have ever had to face. 

Even though there is a lot of need in this country there is still a lot of happiness and beauty. This week we got the chance to visit the source of the River Nile. Of course this meant SELFIE STICK TIME

Sarah, Rachael, Juliet and I at R.Nile 

Cant believe where the time has gone, but its not over just yet. Thank you for everybody's interest in what we are doing. Here are some pictures of the past few weeks. 

Promise, Their Grandma and Ronald

Bath time with Jeff

They love a selfie 

The Kitchen 

Trevor 

Teach me to do your will, for you are my God; may your good spirit lead me on level ground. 

Psalms 143:10