The boys above are in prison. It was amazing that just the night before we got there, the police had rounded up 220 street children and brought them to this prison. Some as young as 3 or 4. It was heartbreaking but wonderful that we were able to minister to them as well as the ones we were expecting to see. We played, blew bubbles, through balls, and just had a great time loving on the kids.
We visited women of the Karamajong tribe. These people are literally the least of the least. They are shunned here. We visited with widows and children. Women widowed by AIDS. The woman above is HIV+. She still had such joy. They are very creative and crafty. They make crafts to sell and make $ for their families. We took them tons of embroidery floss and taught them to make friendship bracelets to make and sell. The were SO appreciative. They showed us their homes. Oh they were barely homes at all. They were so proud to have us there. Some of the children were afraid of us. They had not seen white skin before.
I wish I could upload more pictures, but it's just not gonna work.
This is so hard. The little ones that cry when we have to leave just break my heart. I love their hugs. I love the way the tops of their little heads feel. I'm going to miss all of them.
So much has happened since we got here. Some things that I can't even write about yet. I try to journal, and I can't find the words. I am so hot and dirty, and I don't care. I LOVE loving on these kids. Everywhere we go people line the streets. There are so many people here. When we drive by the children yell "Mzungu Mzungu!!!". Yeah, that means white people. We are an exciting sight!
I'm going to have to sign off for now. We are in a little cafe in Jinja and it's time to go. There is no internet where we are staying.
Thank you for your prayers. Please continue to pray. Pray for the people here. Pray that they will feel God's love through us.