The other day that I feel like I must post about is the time we spent with Katie and her girls serving a group of what seemed “forgotten” people in Uganda. They are called the Karamojong tribe and spending a day in their world rocked mine. Several of you know about the women who make the magazine bead necklaces- well they are Karamojong women. They allowed us as visitors (excluding Katie, she is pretty much one of them :), to come inside their lives. Again, this is one of those things that I can’t even put words to. The hunger, the problems, the devastation seemed so great. And just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore you would see a sign like this one on the wall of a hut…
God was there, all around….
This photo doesn’t do this moment justice. The line just went on and on in what seemed like forever. Most children, even the toddlers, had infants strapped on their back- we watched one little boy who was too weak to wait in line, he kept flopping down in the dirt, nothing on but a too small t-shirt, tears in his eyes.
You can see in their eyes, they needed help. It was hard to communicate as they didn’t understand our language. Tera spoke the universal language of a mom who loves. She helped this little one to get a better knot in the sling that was carrying yet another hungry child. We didn’t even get many pictures this day- it somehow just felt wrong to be taking pictures. Again, they were real people, real faces with stories and eyes that told them. As hard as it was I am so thankful to have been invited into their world.