The roads really are red

Just a heads up the grammar might be a little off on this post. I'm too tired to think.

We hear about the poverty, see pictures of the TV. Watching the commercials asking you to sponsor a child, hear the statistic. But until you smell the filth, hug the children, see with your own eyes it's just not the same. Once you hold the hand of the orphan child, meet the HIV positive mother, walk next to the open sewage the children live by then you know, then you understand. Katie David writes of the red dirt roads of Uganda but until you are walking on it, feeling it in you toes, trying to scrub it off your feet you just don't know how red it is.

And now that I know, now that I have felt just a peace of their pain, How do I go back?

I wrote that one the way to the ministry this morning. I was hoping to paint you a picture of what we did today but it's hard. I worked at the clinic, it's a ten by ten room with a desk and chairs. Outside sat 60 people waiting to get helped. Their education level here is so low. They come to the clinic with things we can't treat, itchy skin, indigestion, a hurt figure. They don't know any better. Then there are the ones who come with sick kids. The first boy I helped had a fever, he was three, sick with malaria. Four more kids came all with fevers over 103. We started taking our layers off because there was no washclothes to wet and cool them down with. The little boy was hot to the touch. He got up to 105 before we had to send him to the hospital. The other four little girls we prayed over. We cared for the girls for a few hours laying them on the grass in the shade, monitoring their temperature and trying to cool them down . Slowly God healed them. It was nothing we did we are just his vessels, praying the he will use his power.

Once we had lowered the kids fevers they wanted to put on a presentation for us. To say it was spectacular would be an understatement. They did traditional dancing like you have never seen! They have been called to perform infront of the king of Uganda multiple times. They were that good.
Today was my favorite day so far. It also has been the hardest. Tomorrow they say will ten times harder. They is a lot of witch craft and extrem extrem extrem poverty at the village we will be visiting. One of the missionaries who was serving there said don't be surprised if you see a dead body on the side of the road. This is the world we live in. The people God love. The least of these.

Please pray that God will surround us , protect us fronts forces of evil. That he will keep us healthy, and energized.