24 June, 2013

On my mind...

A couple of days ago my sister read a story to us about a girl named Amy. Amy was struggling to accept the fact that her family were going to Africa to do mission work. Then she had this dream:

"Cocoa-coloured children surrounded Amy where she sat cross-legged on a mud floor in a tiny hut. Their dark eyes gazed up at Amy in mute appeal as they pressed in around her. Some of their stomachs were swollen from malnutrition and the little clothes they wore were tattered and dirty.

Amy's heart melted as a grimy little toddler climbed into her lap and wrapped little brown arms around her neck. Another girl snuggled up to her side, and a little boy plopped down at her feet. Soon hosts of little children were surrounding her, pressing in closer and climbing all over her. Amy had no idea where they were all coming from.

It seemed their dark brown eyes and eager hands were longing for something. Amy tried to help. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words would come. She felt entirely helpless.

And yet, the children came. Soon the hut was full of tiny children. Some lay on the floor moaning. Two toddlers climbed into her arms, crowding the former occupant out. Others simply stared with chocolate brown eyes full of hurt and longing. A few clung to her skirt and whimpered to be held.

But still more children came. Amy was beginning to think the hut would bulge at the sides when she glanced out the door to see scores more of little boys and girls hobbling, walking, crawling, running, always coming toward the hut.

Amy tried to once more to speak, to somehow comfort the little ones who stared so sadly at her. But no words came. She tried to gesture her love for them, but they only stared in confusion. Finally, one by one, they filed back down the dusty path, stopping occasionally to throw her a look of hurt and longing that knifed Amy's very being."

This description really just - I don't know. Spoke to me? I feel like Amy, how can I help them? 

Also this morning I did a survey that told me about how many slaves I have working for my family. Guess how many? 57... 57 people, mostly children, are working, slaving, to make the things my family uses. Our clothes, our mobile phone, our gadgets... 

(You can find out how many slaves your family has working for you at http://slaveryfootprint.org)

These things have just really been on my mind...


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Now listen to this letter from a girl who benefits from the money I give to Amazima. 

"Dear sponsor,

I greet you in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.

I am writing for you this letter to remind you that I love what you are doing for me.

First of all I thank you for the great work done of paying my school fees and I am very happy because I'm in Amazima ministry.

My name is Namkumba Betty. I am in primary five. I am 11 years old. I love playing net ball. I love playing net ball and I love playing with my friends. My best best friend is Kisakye Rebecca and I want to become a nurse in the future.

From your loving child,

Namkumba Betty"

Isn't that just so sweet? It really made my day when it came in the mail...

Anyway I know this is a bit of an all-over-the-place kind of post, but, like I said,  it's just what I've been thinking about of late. :) 

17 June, 2013

God is at the Anvil...

This is a poem I read in my Literature schoolbook recently. For some reason I just really liked it. So much so, that I am actually memorizing it. It is describing a sunset...


God is at the anvil, beating out the sun,
Where the molten metal spills,
At his forge among the hills,
He has hammered out the glory of a day that's done.

God is at the anvil, welding golden bars,
In the scarlet- streaming flame,
He is fashioning a frame,
For the shimmering silver beauty of the evening stars.
                                                             -Lew Sarett


11 June, 2013

A Bike Ride...


Yesterday my brother and I went for a bike ride...down the road...

...and up the lane...

...all the way to the end...

...and I was thinking as I rode along...

...how much our journey down the lane is like our journey to heaven...

...there are signs to tell us what is up ahead...

 ...there are little tokens of God's love...

 ...there are barriers to keep us on the right path...

...and there is joy at the end of the journey. :)


05 June, 2013

Thank you Lord...

Often in the morning, as part of my devotions I list ten things I am thankful to God for. It really makes me think, I have so much to be thankful for. 870 million people in this world do not even have enough food to eat... Here is my list of 'Thank you Lord's' from a couple of days ago.

1. Thank you Lord for the rain that fell yesterday and the night before.

2. Thank you Lord for the fun we had yesterday...in puddles...in polka dotty gumboots...with an umbrella...with the camera...   
 
 


3. Thank you Lord that it's sunny now. (Not that we would say no to more rain, though...)
4. Thank you Lord for food to eat...I can smell some right now...

5. Thank you Lord for a warm fire, for frosty mornings like this one.

6. Thank you Lord for my family. I couldn't imagine life without them.
 
7. Thank you Lord for my pets.
 
8. Thank you Lord that I have all I could need, and more.

9. Thank you Lord for the birds that I can see out my window...magpies...parrots...fairy wrens...

10. Thank you Lord for you Word...


What are you thankful for today?