The child on the side of the road begging for food, money anything…why wasn’t that me? The women sitting in a pile of rocks smashing them with a metal rod at the rock quary…why wasn’t that me? The child who was barried alive in her mothers coffin and now suffering from a mental disorder in her new adopted family…why wasn’t that me? The family that eats porage 3x’s a day ...why wasn’t that me? The child who's mother died, dad left and now non-married pregnant sister takes care of them...why wasn't that me? Instead I get to enter my amazing bed every night with a full belly and no worries of where my next meal will come from. My only worry in the world is getting beyond myself and serving the people of Uganda.
Why is God so Good to me and not to them as well?
--These are just the thoughts that constantly run through my mind while here in Africa.
Why is God so Good to me and not to them as well?
--These are just the thoughts that constantly run through my mind while here in Africa.