I want to tell you everything that has happened here in Uganda over the last 3 months, but even if I took all day writing, I wouldn't have enough time to tell all the stories. A few of the stories I have already told you, but there are so many more that I wouldn't know where to start.
I have met so many people, and their stories have inspired me. Pastor Johnson and his wife Betty have 4 boys and 9 girls, 8 they have taken into their home as their own. Or Pastor J.J. who runs all over Pader on Sunday mornings looking to rent chairs for the church service in hopes to have enough chairs for everyone to sit in instead of standing. Or Topista who is 9 years old with downs and has just started school this past year, and is about 6 years behind those her age.
I have fallen in love with not just the people here, but also the beautiful country Uganda is, despite it's terrible past. Like the fact that cows, chickens, and goats just basically roam around and their owners know which ones belong to them. Or like the fact that I can go up to a stranger's house and visit with the people and am welcomed and loved like an old friend.
I have learned so much here, and have been forever changed. I know a few phrases in a new language – Luo. I know that just reaching out to a hurting person is enough to comfort them, and I have seen their joy from it. I know and believe that the God I serve is able to do so much more than anything I ever thought or could think, and believe that God will blow my mind away when I pray. I know my true identity in Christ, and believe Him when He tells me who I am. My heart has also become broken for the people of Uganda in ways I couldn't explain in writing.
Yesterday I learned a new song, and the words are so true for not just these last few months, but also for my whole life. I want to share the lyrics with you:
"He has done so much for us, that I cannot tell it all, He has done so much for us."
