Those who know me realize that I have never given birth but God has blessed me with kids, holy rebels, my students, and my orphans, two of which brought me here to Uganda. I had been to the village before, Otinowaa Waa but never to visit my own kids, that is, kids that I sponsor.
The directors follow a tidy organizational plan so I had to submit to their wishes and refrain myself from running through the gates shouting their names. Once the normal orders of business took place, I began preparing myself to find them but as I turned toward the houses, a young girl tapped me on the shoulder and said, "What is your name?" With her lovely English accent. I said "Dana" to which she replied with a grin, "I am Barbra."
My girl! Wow. Years of letters and packages and hours upon hours of,planning and traveling lead me to Barbra. Exhilaration arrested me and I just held her.
and later, the two of us went in search of my spiritual son, Innocent. within moments other children were helping us until I looked across the field and noticed an extremely tall, lanky boy ambling my way. Innocent. the boy whoe letters inspired my trip in the first place.
We shared an ice cream as I was allowed to take them to the cafe and they wore grins for hours even after opening the gift bag I had brought for each of them. amazing. glorious. overwhelming are three words that easily flow for my lips in regard to this extraordinary encounter.
My kids in Africa need me to send financial aid each month. but even more important are the letters and photos I send.
If you are a sponsor, join me in my letter writing endeavors. If you are not a sponsor, join me in becoming one!
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