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Psalm 27:10 "Though my father and my mother forsake me, the Lord will receive me."

I shared my testimony with the women today. It brought me back to the past...

Watching these kids run around, listening to the teen girls talk about how their moms and dads left them...kept bringing back memories of my own past. I got a chance to share how God received me, how God healed me, and how God has transfomed me. My small group was a lot more open with me, because we had a lot to talk about. Their beautiful brown faces starred at me as I was talking about how I learned to call God my Father. They listened to me as I talked about how Jesus healed my heart, and we prayed for one another.

"I love you, I will miss you, you have blessed me so much"-said a girl in the pink sweatshirt. I don't recall her name, but she was a beautiful young lady, maybe 15 years of age. Living in an ophanage with 26 other people in the house. Joyful, happy and bubbly gal. Literally brought me to tears as she whispered those words to me while holding on to me so tightly. Earlier that night I shared with them about my orphanage experience, and instantly I could relate to them and understand them. We didn't have to say a word to each other, we connected.

Nikity and I spent the whole time talking about our dreams and passions. She is also 15 years old, striving to be a doctor and wants to open up a home where she can offer medical care as well as education and Jesus. She desires for the kids of Uganda to be loved and follow the Lord. She is amazing, and has a HUGE heart. I loved that.

As we drove away we they sent us off with a song "stong and couragous" were the words they kept repeating. I felt a sting in my heart, as if I was leaving a part of me behind. All the memories from my days in the orphanage flooded my mind, remembering how we used to get visiters, how we felt, how I felt. Always so hopeful, wishing and hoping for a better life, desiring attention..the list goes on and on.

I just want to thank God for the life He has given me. If not for my past, I wouldn't love these kids so much, if not for my past my heart wouldn't break for them, I wouldn't fully grasp the situation they're in. I thank God for breaking my heart for them, for giving me a passion to love on them, because every child deserves to be loved.

The ache in my heart is very strong tonight...but I still will lift HIS name HIGHER and HIGHER.

"Though our fathers and mothers have forsaken us, the LORD will receive us"-I was able to use "us" in when talking to my small group...


  1. Thank you eduardo!!!! May Jesus bless you too!! =)


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