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I've got Joy, Joy...

"I've got joy joy  down in my heart. Where? Down in my heart. Where? Down in my heart..."
This morning at church this little girl sat next to me, as we danced to the Ugandan worship music she motioned for me to come close to her face, and she whispered "I love you" I couldn't help but kiss her all over, literally exploding with joy. Then she preceded to sing in my ear "I've got joy" with her broken English. heart melter!!

Church in Uganda is like a big dance party for Jesus, honestly I got a glimpse of heaven dancing and worshiping with the people of Kakira-which is a village near Jinja. It was a blessing to hug and love on those kids. The smell was awful, the kids were dirty as can be, loud as can be, bare footed, clothes with holes...but it was heaven. Their little hands in mine, one child on each side, one on my lap, three behind me playing with my hair...seriously? Words cannot even convey how I felt at that moment.

Leaka-a 6 year old boy with a malnourished 3 year old girl wearing her Sundays best dress in his arms stuck out to me. As I approached them, the little girl clung to her brother, and the boy looked up at me with his big brown eyes and smiled. I bent over and introduced myself and began to try and gain their trust. The little girl finally let me hold her and not to my surprise she fell asleep on me. Leaka to my assumptions was happy to be a child again for a bit, he began to dance and run around, he didn't have to watch his baby sister like a hawk, he could freely be a 6 year old.

Reagans story
Pastor Scott, Pastor Paul(pastor of the Cornerstone church in Kakira) Nikki and I went to visit some families in the poorest part of Kakira. We met Reagan and his beautiful family... Reagan slowly came out of his room, wheezing and coughing... he has pneumonia and some infection in his left lung. His mother has lost all hope, no money to go to the doctor nor pay for the medicine. Humbled, I knelt down before the boy and prayed my heart out. I've never done that before...but I heard a quote "Pray boldly and let God be in charge of His own reputation" the people with me prayed as well. So we decided to help this woman, tomorrow Pastor Paul is taking them to see the doctor and we're going to pay for his medicine. to get to the doctor is about 3000 shillings, which is about $1.50 for us. Such little things make a huge difference. Praise God. At the end of our visit, she was grateful.

Emmanuel and Rehema -children of God.
We walked into a mud hut, sitting in the dark, Pastor Paul shared the gospel...and welcome to the family Emmanuel and Rehema. Both of them came into the hut wanting to hear about God. They were so thirsty for His word, the Lord stretched me and pushed me to read from Romans 8, where it talks about God's love for us and how nothing can ever separate us from Him. As Pastor Paul translated it for me, I could literally feel the change in the room, God was there! It was a joy to welcome them both! We're planning on visiting them again to give them bibles and encourage them.

The kids in the village already know my name...not Mzungu this time but "N-alia" As I walk in or leave I hear them scream it, and it brings me so much joy. where? down in my heart! If you ask one of the girls "whats your name?" they'll say "my name is N-alia" It is so cute!

As we were leaving the church, Jennet a woman in the church said "I wish we could just all sleep in the church, sing and dance all night. I just don't want you to leave." I was so tempted to do just that!

My scattered blog doesn't even begin to describe todays experiences. God is stretching me, pulling me out of my bubble, and making me do things I would never imagine doing...and I like it.

Please be praying for the people I wrote about, God is a big God and He hears all your prayers!

Joy. where? down in my heart!!


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