Over the past six days I haven’t seen mama because for one reason or another I was just too busy.  Too busy, swimming, spending time with friends, relaxing at home, schooling the children, working with locals, or working with the NGO we serve with.  I worried about her but for some reason it wasn’t enough for me to set time apart to go and see her.  I would say to myself, “tomorrow I will go check on mama”. Then tomorrow would come and I would say to myself again, “tomorrow I will go and check on mama.” This went on for six days.  I would catch myself driving by the rubbish heap and I would half expect for her to be there picking food to eat for the day, but she was never there.  Which made me concerned, but I reasoned that she has many rubbish heaps that she goes to, so maybe she will not come to this one anymore because she knows we will take her home if we find her.

Today however when Eunice came to work at our house, I just told her we needed to go check on mama.  So we hopped on a boda boda and we were on our way.  I expected to find mama’s house full of garbage again and I wasn’t sure that she would even be home as it was almost 9:30am now.  So I just rode in quiet as we venture to her home.  When I had gotten there I could see mamas barefoot, calloused feet hanging off the mat near the door. I was excited that she was home.  When we entered her home, IT WAS CLEAN! There was no garbage anywhere.  It was neat and tidy. She sat with her two cats wrapped in a blanket on her mat and she was just loving on them.  She was somehow different. She seemed lighter, happier, clearer.  So I asked Eunice to ask mama how she was doing.  She said she was very good. Then I asked Eunice to ask her about the voices and demons and her dead husband that was visiting her and she said they were all gone. She was so happy that she wasn’t hearing the voices anymore and that they were leaving her along.  SHE WAS SET FREE!  Her joy was so real. I just gave thanks to God in the middle of that grass roofed hut and couldn’t stop smiling at the answer to this feeble womens prayer that she prayed while sitting in a rubbish heap.  How amazing our God is and how gracious and compassionate He is!

Mama explained that her head was paining her.  Her hair was so matted, as she hadn’t combed in in quite some time. So Eunice and I decided to take her into town and get her a haircut.  In the mean time we also decided to buy her a bag of charcoal, so she could split it up in to small portions and sell them for income.  The boda driver went to town and bought the bag for mama. She was so happy when she saw him return with it for her.  She just folded her hands and gave thanks to God.  Their now is an audience here of so many village kids and local women.  So we made a deal with the local kids. We bartered with them.  If they would take care of mama in the morning, making sure she got fresh water from the bore hole, helping her wash dishes and her clothes if necessary, and anything else she might need, then we would bring them sweets.  They were so excited. Then one little boy said, “what about a ball?” He was asking for a soccer ball. These kids play with cavaras (plastic bags) wrapped up into a ball and tied with string.

So I told them if they cut down mamas tall grass around her hut with their thrashers (hand machetes), that I would consider getting them a ball. They were so excited. Within 2 minutes there were 12-15 kids all with machetes, clearing mamas land.  They were working so hard.

Eunice, mama and I left the children hard at work while we headed into town to get mama a hair cut.  I was so excited to be able to come back with a ball for the kids. It will be such a cool moment.

In the mean time, I released the boda driver that took me in to town so that he could go back to his boda stand and drive more people around.  However, I was so high on the goodness of God I decided that I was going to bless everyone that was a part of our journey today.  To explain this a little better, when you go shopping here, it is always like farmer market style and you buy everything by the cup or by the kilo.  When they are done serving up what you want, you ask them for a bonus and they will always put in a little extra.  Sometimes I decide that I will be the one that will give people a “bonus”.  Which most likely doesn’t happen all that often to them because they are always shocked when I say that I am giving them a bonus.  So I gave the boda driver a very nice bonus because our God does more than we can ever ask or imagine and we cannot out give God. So we gave him a few days wages.  He just sat, straddling his boda, frozen, lifeless, shocked.  He looked at me and then back at his bonus and he held it out to me.  I just told him that God is good and God wanted to bless him.  He continued to just sit there.  So I walked up to him, shook his and told him thank you.  He just smiled and smiled and then off he drove.  I just couldn’t help but smile my self. I was bursting, overflowing, coming apart at the seams with the goodness of God. There wouldn’t have been a mountain high enough for me to shout from, out of my sheer joy and God setting mama free.

So Benson, my boda driver and Eunice when shopping for mama to get her a charcoal stove and a solar latern so she could see in her hut after the sun sets. The sun always sets at 7:00pm, so its dark at 7:30. We also had him grab a soccer ball.   I then took mama to the barber to get her hair shaved off.  She was so excited. We took her to a nice barber.

They treated her so well.  I was so pleased. As she got her hair cut, I took pictures and videos and I have to tell you, I sure love this lady.  More than words can say.  And of course I had to bless the barber for his kindness to mama.  So we gave him a nice bonus also.  We just told him that God is good and today was an extra special day.  He was sure happy.  I didn’t think I could smile any more than I was already smiling but I guess I was wrong.

So then I took mama across the street to a grocery store.  There is some tension between the Indians and the acholi people because of the way they are treated by some.  So things can be very uncomfortable sometimes in the store.  So on this day I brought mama in to pick out some juice and some bread snacks, as she hadn’t eaten at all yet today. Being that I don’t speak acholi, I had one of the female workers help me translate to mama what I wanted her to do.  She helped mama get two bottles of juice and two packages of cakes/doughnuts.  She was so kind to mama.  So as we stood at the counter, the owner was adding up our total on the calculator. It went something like this, “this one, and this one, then this one, THIS ONE I WILL LEAVE OFF!” He offered to give us a free juice.  Our Gods goodness is so contagious.  For him to give that kind of kindness to mama blessed me so much.  I think that Gods love that we show to others works in the hearts of those watching and they too are drawn to be a part of something, a part of grace, kindness and love. I was about to break down into tears, I was so overwhelmed by all God was doing.  How many lives were being impacted through mamas story. The young lady that helped mama shop, was bagging our groceries.  So I had an idea, I was going to bless her too.  So I pretended like I was going go get another juice, so I nodded to her to let her know to follow me.  So she did.  When she came aronnd the corner, out of sight of the manager and owner, I thanked her for the kindness she showed mama while she was shopping.  Then I gave her a “bonus”, equivalent to two days pay for her.  I gave her a hug, thanked her again. Told her God loves her and wanted to bless her today.  She smiled and as I walked away I could here her sharing with her fellow worker as she smiled and held onto the money.  Somedays, its like you can’t give enough because you are so overwhelmed by the goodness of God.  Today is one of those days.

After this I treated Eunice to some yogurt and we headed off the mamas with all her new treasures and her beautiful new hair cut. She was so happy to not have her head paining anymore.  Mama and I rod the same boda boda. She sat in front of me and all I could do was smile as this beautiful woman sat between my legs, just smiling as the world was going by.  I would randomly reach up and just rub her back and burst with joy over all God is doing for her.  What a beautiful story of Gods love for someone we would see as dirty and unloveable.  He truly brings us from ashes to garlands of beauty. Love being a part of the story He is writing.

When we got back to mamas the boys and girls we all there waiting for our return.  They saw the black cavara with the ball inside and excitement broke out between all of them. So we calmed them down and explained that we would check to see if they did a good job on mamas lawn.  So we had them tidy it up a little more and clear the rubbish out of the grass and they worked hard, partly because I told them I had to leave and if it wasn’t done I would have to take the ball back with me until Friday. Let’s just say there was a lot of positive pure pressure and they quickly got it done.

So then we asked one of the local mums to help us out. We needed to keep the kids accountable to help mamma out.  So the mum agreed to keep the ball every night.  Then in the morning before the kids can get the ball they would need to get water from bore hole and bring it to mama and then make sure she has everything she needed

.  When that was all done they could come get the ball from mum.  It was so good to see everyone working together to make sure mama has what she needs.
God is so good. Through our volunteering to help her out, others have joined in the mission and mamma now has many helpers that will make sure she is okay.  God is so good at stirring hearts to care for His people.  The kids, on the own free will, went into mamas house, gathered all the dishes that we hadn’t cleaned yet, took them outside and cleaned them for her.  I was so blessed to watch these young kids take care of their grandma, even though she isn’t their grandma , they were respecting her as though she was.  What a beautiful sight. I am drinking from my saucer because my cup has overflowed.

 

Now it was time to give the kids the ball. They were ready beyond ready as you can see in the photos. I will post
videos my ekyalindtandikwa Facebook page if you would like to see their reaction to getting their first new soccer ball ever. What a great moment.  They were so excited that they started playing soccer without removing the ball from the black cavara (plastic bag).  Only after we called them back, removed it from the bag, took out the needle to inflate it with,
then they were able to play on.  After a few moments I noticed two girls standing by my side. Benson, the boda driver looked at me and said, “we forgot about the girls, we need to get them one of those jumping ropes.” We asked the girls if they would like a jumping rope. They were filled with so much excitement, all that came out was ,”oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!”  So off Benson and I went back into town to buy two jumping ropes, a hula hoop and a small ball for them to play dodge ball with.  They were so excited. Even Benson and I jumped rope and hula hooped.  The kids sure were entertained by that.  Now that all the children were happy we decided it was time for us to go home.  So Benson took Eunice and I back to the house so we could get some much needed cleaning done.  When we arrived at the gate I had one final blessing to give.  I gave Benson his bonus. He was so thankful.  I just thanked him for being a apart of such a special day and for all His help. Told him how great God us and through the gate we walked.

I couldn’t wait to share how blessed mama was by God.  Her being set free and all those people who were brought together to help her out and provide for her. Even Eunice was overwhelmed by Gods goodness. She and I talked about how we doubted God. How when we pray we should expect Him to answer and not doubt. We both expected it to not be well but God showed us that He had been taking care of mama each moment of those six days we hadn’t been there. That he heard her cry and set her free and healed her.  I learned that the six days that I stayed away, were for a purpose, the purpose of showing me that it is God that takes care of His people. I learned that I can trust Him to take care of her even after we return to the USA and that is such an amazing peace to have.

Eunice, during our conversation, had asked me if I had seen her wash bins in her home.  I told her that I didn’t remember seeing them.  She was concerned that someone had stolen them away from mama.  So we decided once again, to leave the work of our house aside and go back to mamas to make sure she had the wash bins that we had bought for her. This to was Gods doing.  When we walked into mamas she was all smiles and mama Sunday was there with her little one strapped onto her back.  I was so overwhelmed again by God that I thought I would be sure to break into tears.  Here mum Sunday (sunday is her daughters name. In the culture, once you have had children, your name becomes momma, then followed by the name of any of your children. So I am most often referred to as mamma Isaac here.) Here mama Sunday had taken time to package all of mama’s charcoal up so she could start selling it.  She didn’t do it because she had to or because she was gaining anything. She did it out of the goodness of her heart. She committed to helping mama out in the mornings to make sure she had tea and something to eat. Then she would return at midday to make sure mama had something started for supper. Finally, after work she would come and make sure her supper was ready and that she had everything she needed.  Mama Sunday works all day and for her to volunteer to take care of a women who is not related to her at all was such a huge selfless act. What God was doing today just overwhelmed my spirit so much.  And her pans were all there!  I think God just wanted to show us how He was moving in the heart of mama Sunday.  I was so thankful He did.

We hugged, mama and I and mama Sunday and I. We told them that we would be back to see them on Friday.  Then mama Sunday walked us over to see her home, also a grass roofed hut.  I complemented her on how beautiful her home was and thanked her for her kindness and off we went.

The rest of the day I swear I was dancing in heaven.  I will never forget this day and how much God did in so many hearts.  I was so grateful that he set mama free and gave her a fresh start and so many people to love and care for her.  I am so thankful that God used us as an answer to prayer to help his child overcome.  I never would have imagined that a year ago there was this elderly, feeble woman praying for God to bring help, and in His heart He as preparing our family on the other side of the world to come and be a part of answering her prayers. I am so humbled by God allowing me to be apart of His plan.  I just wept last night as I thought about all the people God as bought into my life, and me into theirs. He is such a good good Father.

May you be encouraged to love deeper, help more, passion blessing and be apart of spreading the love of God and hope that we have in Jesus Christ. Amen

 

Today is Tuesday, the day after we got mama all set up in her home.  Brianna came back from work around midday.  She says,”mom, mama is back on the rubbish heap.” I was so discouraged but I reminded myself that she was very used to this daily routine and it may take her sometime to realise she doesn’t need to go to the rubbish heap anymore.

I found Brian our Boda driver and him, Tyler and I went to the rubbish heap to see mama.  We talked to her about why she is back in the rubbish.  She says that the voices in her head tell her to come and dig.  However she also needs food so she comes looking for whatever she can find.  I didn’t understand why she would already need food.  Yesterday we had sent her home with all the left overs, enough for two meals maybe even three. In conversation we found that she has a brother that lives in another village and she would like to go live with him.  We may look into this in the next few weeks.  Also she says he dead husband comes to her and disturbs her at night.  We know that she is being disturbed by demons. So we asked what faith she is from and she said she is born again.  So we asked her if she would like the spirits to be gone.  She said yes.  So we taught her about the power she has to pray in the name of Jesus and command every evil thing to flee.  So sitting in the rubbish pile, momma turns the palms of her hands towards heaven and starts to pray.  I am praying along with her asking for freedom, then when she is finished I pray that God, by the blood and power in Jesus name that He would cast every evil thing from the presence of mama.  We give God thanks and help get momma back home.

When Brian,Tyler, momma and I get back to her place, we found that someone had went into her home and stolen her sugar, soap, salt, and her padlock.  Mama was so grieved.  She looked in every part of her hut that she could think of.  As she searched her heart became so sad and so heavy.  She kept looking at us and saying, “someone took all of it”. I didn’t know what to say, I was so sad also.  I couldn’t imagine someone taking from her what little she had. Then I asked her where all of her food was that we left her with yesterday.  Her answer reminded me of people in the bible who gave out of what little they had. Here she shared her food with the village children earlier that morning, so when evening came she had not extra food.  That is why she was on the rubbish heap.  Her heart is so big and so caring,I have much to learn from her. While Brian and Tyler sat with her I prayed in her home asking Jesus to cover her home with His blood.  After praying inside, I prayed outside her home and walked circles around her hut praying the blood of Jesus and protection over her home  We claimed it for Gods glory now and that He may be magnified for what He will do in her life.  You see, her home used to belong to a witch doctor before she lived there.  Child sacrifice, spells, curses, demons, spirits are all a part of the life of witch doctors here.  It is pure evil. So it is no wonder she is being taunted by these spirits.  I pray that God has or will free her.  I our God has set us free than we shall be free, free indeed!

Local village women have come along side of us to help mama. When we come to visit mama they see what she needs and what we are needing from them. The children gather water for mama and have helped her around her house.  It is amazing to see what happens when one person steps up to help, many others join in and it is a beautiful thing.  Boda drivers, people who live nearer, our neighbours, store owners, and passerby’s are all apart of this story.  Each one will be affected by Gods kindness and love in a special and un

We will be going back into town to buy another padlock for her home so that her things will be secure…

Quick update: I wasn’t feeling well so Brian bought her the padlock and brought it to her and she was so very happy. God is good!

We have left mama again in the hands of God.  Lord please make her whole in Jesus name.

Thank you again for traveling along side of mama as God shows her new and wonderful things.

 

So, today is Monday.  Eunice and I and all the children are getting ready to head to the ladies house to clean her hut.  Some of the kids are a little concerned about what it will be like, as am I. You never know what you might find in there.  One lady from the village said that the last time someone cleaned her hut they found a very large snake, alive, in it.  We all pray for protection as we clean.

Photo: Getting ready to clean mama’s house!

When we showed up we found mama at home.  We got her up and outside, and immediately began to clean out her home.  She had around 50+ pieces  of clothes that she had gathered from different rubbish heaps.  She had shoes of every color and size, glass bottles from so many different things, plastic bottles, plastic bags, old dishes             including 40+ cups for porridge.  It was so dusty that we could hardly breathe while cleaning.  But the more we cleaned the more      happy and free we began to notice she would be.  The village kids gathered to help as did some of their mums.  We were so happy to see people coming together to help her out.

Photos: The kids in the village who helped us out
After we gathered everything from inside her home, we lit a match and burned most everything we fond.  Her woven reed mats, clothes, and all the rubbish went up in smoke.  We didn’t leave her with much so we knew we would have to buy her some new things.  So we thanked everyone for their help and returned to our home.  We brought mama with us to our home and we let her use the shower to get refreshed.  She enjoyed so much.  After, we gave her some of our clothes to wear.  She was so happy to have “new” clothes.  She praised and thanked God so much.   I just filled with so much joy as I watched her feeble hands   lift to the sky as she gave thanks.

Photos: Top left: mama’s house before we cleaned.  Top Right: rubbish from in her home. Center left:More rubbish from in her home   Center Right: Not sure how a hedgehog skin was in Uganda but she has one, okay had one.  Bottom Left: Working hard and almost done.

Eunice and I spend the rest of the afternoon with mama in the market.  We took her shopping for dresses.  That was one of the happiest moments for me.  As she would try them on, she would begin to dance in the walkway.

You know me, I danced right along side her.  We danced and danced, with each dress that she tried on.  What joy filled my heart and hers.

When we stopped at one of the dress shops, one of the ladies there shared something so amazing with us.  When she saw mama, she told us that she used to sympathise with mama so much when she would see her walking or sitting in the rubbish heaps.  She felt so bad because she had no way to help this woman.  So she prayed to God that God would send someone to help this woman.  So when she saw mama getting help, she just praised God and thanked Him for sending someone to help her.We were on the first level of this shopping market searching for dresses. However, Brianna and I had been to two shops on the top level, so we thought it would be a good idea to try there instead.  We had no idea that

God was directing us into this woman’s shop, who had prayed for mama.  God wanted to show her that he heard her prayers for mama and that He didn’t just hear her prayers but he answered them by sending someone to mama who could help her.  Our God is so good, so faithful and out of love He wants to show us His character and goodness.  What a blessed moment.

After we found her several dresses, we shopped for some wash bins for her to do dishes and laundry.  We also bought her some wash soap, sugar and salt.  Then we took her to eat at a little local restaurant.  After supper, we bought her a mattress to sleep on. She was speechless.  To know the number of nights that this elderly woman
lay on the ground only on a reed mat, and to know tonight she would sleep on a soft mat.  God is so so good.  Again she just praised the God from whom all blessings flow.  We then took her home and got everything set up and put away.  As we were organizing everything mama was saying that she needed a padlock so that no one would come in and taker her things.  So Brian,our boda driver, knew how to fix her lock.  We went into town, bought the parts, and the lock and returned to mamas house. We spent the time to repair the lock parts and gave her the paddle lock so her new belongings would be secure. We gave her some small money to eat on for the next few days.  She was so grateful for all God had done for her.

We prayed with her and headed back home.  God is so good.

We are still praying for her freedom from the demonic influences. God will set her free. It has been a blessed journey and I know that the Lord has just begun to do a many  wonderful things.  We shall go back and meet her again in a few days to see how she is doing.  We will be excited to continue to see what God does.  Thank you for walking through this story with us.  It is a beautiful story of Gods love and grace.

God Bless

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To walk half a mile with no shoes…

Yesterday I went with Brianna into town so she could eat lunch with some girls from the states.  They are so sweet and we are so grateful we have had a chance to get to know them. After lunch we took a boda boda to WEND AFRICA, where Brianna and Tyler are currently interning.  I picked up my new backpack made by a woman who was abducted and forced to become a child soldier during the war.  The backpack is as beautiful as she is and as her story of healing is.  I decided to walk home from there…and this is where thisstory begins.

As I turned the corner, there sat an elderly woman, in a rubbage heap (picture to the bottom left), legs stretched out, wearing an black dirt stained, sports coat, and a tattered black skirt, with the stitching unraveling.  Her hair was cut short and she had a choca wrap on her head and atop the wrap was a ring of twisted filth covered, plastic bags (caviares).  I didn’t know what to think, what to say, which would be nothing since I speak very little of the local language.  I just felt like I was suppose to do something.  I walked on, praying, and asking God what I should be doing, what was his plan.  As I was going to pass the Boda Boda station, I thought of taking the Boda home but realised that I need the time to walk and pray. So I traveled the red dirt road, passing so many Acholi people, smiling, thinking and praying I went.

All I knew is that I felt I should offer to take this beautiful lady to lunch.  So I walked in and  thought about praying again, but I found myself walking into the kitchen to tell Eunice, our house helper, about my thoughts. Then next thing I know we are packing up and heading out the door to see who this woman is, whether or not she is “mad”, as Eunice would put it, and if she was up for lunch.

As we walked up to the lady, I just climbed the front part of the rubbish heap and squatted down.  Eunice proceeded to talk to her and we were able to listen to her story.  She has children that are no longer interested in taking care of her.  She lives in a hut by herself, some distance from the rubbish heap.  She seems in her right mind, mostly.  She only mentions of the idea that she feels like a demon or devil has fallen upon her and it tells her to take care of her children and to pick garbage up and bring it home.  Other than this she held a normal conversation.  The whites of her eyes are stained yellow as I look into them, wishing I could understand her, wishing I knew her story.  We listened and then we offered to take her to dinner.  She accepted.

There are now many people looking on as we continue to talk to her.  There are some housed directly behind us, everyone there has stopped there washing, sweeping and gathering to see wh

at we were doing.  A group of school kids, in their pink and blue uniforms have gathered around to listen to this strange thing unfold.  People driving by, slow down and stare at this strange sight. I am not sure if they are wondering why we would keep company with such a “mad”, filthy lady sitting in a rubbish heap, or if they were more inquisitive over this “Muzungu” (white person), helping a woman like this. Here, white people are known to have a lot of money.  Everyone knows we live a much more luxurious life style than most any of them could ever dream of. We know it, they know, everyone knows it.  This creates some barriers that are rather difficult to overcome.

Regardless of the audience, that wasn’t my mission, I cradled her right arm and helped her to her feet, after getting approval to leave her treasured finds, layed neatly in a dish drying tray, behind. She, barefoot, straightened her clothes, and brushed them as clean as you can, for not being washed, for what was probably weeks, maybe months.  She walks slowly along side of me.  I have so many thoughts running through my mind, but more than anything i just want to grab her hand, and swing it through the air and just walk with her through life.  I can’t explain the love I felt for her as we walked along.

Just a bit down the road, I knew what I was being called to do, so I stopped the woman, bent down and removed my shoes. I motioned for her to put them on.  She smiled in disbelief, but allowed me to help her dirty, calloused, cut up feet and toes, find their way, into my flip flops. My heart overflowed knowing she was able to find some small rest for her feet as she walked. I don’t think anyone that was watching knew what to think or say. For I didn’t even know myself. I just knew God was moving His love for her through me and my heart overflowed. I just kept wrapping my hands around her back and rubbed a few circles then continued to walk.  I just kept looking at her, smiling, wondering what God was up to.

A short distance later, we could hear the music playing from one of the local shops.  The next thing I know, she begins dancing and so I join her.  My heart was full of laughter.  We walked to a local shop and I bought her a pair of flip flops and once again bent over, as she accepted the gift. I removed my sandals one by one and replaced them with her new red ones.  Her delight melted my heart.  We were now off to lunch.  The sidewalk in front of the store has a for high step off the one side. I gently cradle her arm in mine as I prepare her to step down. What happened next, well lets just say, I got the surprise.  As I thought I was going to be helping her down, she bent her knees, and jumped off the edge, landing sturdily on her feet.  I realized, I momentarily had held my breath and now am relieved to see her firmly back on the ground. I erupted in laughter to see such life come back to this sweet lady.

Down through narrow paths between town buildings we walked, seven school girls in their dressed uniforms, Eunice, This sweet lady and I. We made quite the sight as we walked. So many onlookers but my focus was on this lady, whom God had compelled my to walk along side of this day.  Each time she hears music she dances, she waves and greets people as she strolls along the dirt roads.

These sweet school girls, who showed us the way to a local restaurant, where we sat and ate together, sweet potatoes and beans for me, okra and posh for Eunice and goat and posh for this precious lady.  She ate but not until Eunice and I were willing to eat along side her. See, Eunice and I had already eaten but she would no eat unless we ate, it just isn’t culturally appropriate. So Eunice and I, obliged, and ordered ourselves some lunch. The diner was quaint, all wood made, with 3 tables. It was so hot, as there were no windows.  I just prayed and asked God to help us to enjoy the meal and to relieve us of the heat. I enjoyed the meal and God did remove my sensing of the heat and we were able to eat and enjoy the company. (Restaurant and staff photo above)

The owner and workers of the shop were surprised to see a Muzungu at their shop, for no white person had ever stopped in there. I ate with my hands like everyone else and after dinner she asked me, “Do you not eat with forks?” I replied, “yes, but we have also lea
rned to eat with our hands, which is much nicer sometimes.” She laughed at my response. I left her a tip and thanked her for her wonderful food and service. I had sat and watched her count the coins, the profit she had made from her lunch session. There couldn’t have been more than four or five dollars to be split between five of them.  That would be less than one dollar for each of them. So I let them keep the change so that they would have a little extra to spread amongst them.

The three of us hopped onto boda bodas and traveled across town and out to a near by market, about 5 minutes from my house. They pulled in front of her hut and we entered in with her. I can’t explain the smell or sight and the feeling that came upon me, accept for my stomach was so tight as I tried to take in the smell and sight before me. She had garbage piled on every wall, and it filled in towards the middle of her hut floor. Plastice bottles, glass liquor bottles, plastic bags, old food containers, two reed mats that she must sleep on at night along with rotten food and dishes with food remaining on them, rotting for, I would guess, months. She rolled out a reed mat and asked us to join her so I sat down.  I entered with out my shoes, as is custom here, you never wear your shoes inside any house. But after seeing the condition of the home, I went out and retrieved my flip flops and then sat down to join in the conversation. I have never felt so much joy sitting in the midst of rubbish talking to such a beautiful person, even though all I could do is look into her eyes and wonder of her story. Oh how I wish I could speak the language, but I know God can and what He is speaking to her will far out weigh any words I could ever speak.

After she shared some of her story we made plans to return on Monday to help clean up her hut and to see if there would be some way we could help her out.  We bid her goodbye and I gave her a hug. I prayed for Gods healing over her mind through out the day and trust that God will rid her of any evil that has been attaching itself to her.  We will see her free and restored to a sound mind, for Gods glory.

What a beautiful journey this will be! When God is up to something, you know it will be life changing! I am so excited to see what lies ahead. Can’t wait Monday.

Such a blessing to be the hands and feet of Jesus!