“There’s a man down here somewhere between the Saturday cartoons and the dirty magazines. He is raising the dead in the graveyards where we’ve laid down our dreams, and his name is HOPE.”
-John Mark McMillan, Between the Cracks
I see hope. I look around at the pain here and I see hope. I don’t see the hopes that I use to hope for, I see hope for a better tomorrow. When I first got here I couldn’t understand why these people weren’t angry with God, and why I was hurt because I have so much and most around me literally have nothing. But as I sat listening to this song of hope a few nights ago I realized when you have nothing but hope you have nothing but Jesus! When we lay down our personal desires and desire the heart of Jesus we are filled with hope. The hope comes along with assurance that whether we have three full meals tomorrow or not we will one day meet our Father. When I first got here I saw the beauty that was masked with great despair, but my eyes are changing. I am seeing more beauty every day, I am falling more in love with Uganda every day.
This is Uganda, a place for hope...
Also, a side note and great praise. Almost all of the children are growing and improving greatly. It is so incredible to watch them become happy and well.
This was Faleda when I arrived...she cried when you came near and she struggled to walk.
This is Faleda now..she laughs and plays with other kids, she even runs.
God is good, thank you for your prayers, and please continue to pray!!
I challenge you to change your sights of the world around you, see the beauty, see the hope.