I am currently in Gulu, Uganda- a wondeful cityi n the Northern part of the country, which I'm slowly loving! The past few days we have left the street children of Kampala to begin working with children in an IDP camp in Gulu. While there are many camps, we only have the capacity to work in one of them- Togo Atecha... but don't begin to ask me if this is the right spelling... just getting the pronunciation down of the Acholi language has been a stretch!
The children here are different than the children we were working with last week. While happy, kind, wonderful children, they have little hope in their eyes. Their lives are literally lived day by day. One little boy, Danielle, I expect won't be alive the next time we return- he is severely malnourished and skin from his head is beginning to peel away. Another little girl, who I'm still trying to learn to pronounce her name, has been glued to me the whole time... not wanting to let go of my hand even to let me take a picture. Yesterday, I had 6 children just holding on to different parts of my left arm, wanting to touch me as I walked around the camp... and there were 3 more holding on to different fingers on my right hand.
Today we served lunch to the children- porridge and bread, which they ate quickly and gratefully. In the afternoon, we did first aid care for probably around 75 children. The wounds here are tremendous and break your heart just knowing the lack of care these children have. It's burdensome realizing that we can't do more.
Tomorrow, I will specifically be walking around the camp with a translator to talk with the children that are orphans. I'm going to be getting some basic information so that the ministry can begin a sponsorship program and begin to get some of these children in school and to Bible school on Saturdays, but also just to learn more information about their background and what life is like. Some of the children will be very small, but others will be in their early teens.
I know this is a lot, but please just keep praying. The language barrier here is so much more prevalant than in Kampala, which makes ministering more frustrating at times. Pray that when we leave, we leave the hope of the Lord most of all. These children and their families need it so much!
