God is good...all the time! All the time....God is good! What a beautiful country. Papaya trees, avocado trees, jackfruit trees, red clay dirt, burning garbage, and amazing people! We arrived in Jinja at 3:00 am due to a broken fuel pump on our airplanc. We sat on the airplane for 2 hours before they decided to switch planes. But, all turned out well. Paul reminded us that we can make our plans but God is in control. The guesthouse is welcoming and we all have comfortable places to lay our heads. The food...holy moley....fresh pineapple, curry chicken, rice, greens...anyone want seconds? thirds? Todd sit down you can't lick the bowls!!
Today we went to visit Cera at the Caring Center. At the age of 21 she became the mother of 16 street boys. She gave up a visa and a scholarship to university in Chicago so that she could change the face of her country. She is now 23 and the boys are healthy, strong, loving, in school and loyal to their "mama." Kyle and Todd got a taste of soccer on terms of a young Ugandan male raised on kicking a ball into a goal and Todd will fill you in on what happened!
So today the hour or so when we played soccer or football I should say was one thing I will never forget. Their goals are made of wood sticks driven into the ground and the crossbar is held together by nails. Their field is dirt and tall grass and the kids play in their bare feet. Despite all these things the kids were all amazing, their skill and love of the game is indescribable. We played non stop for about one and a half hours and halfway through I was just about dead. During the game the kids were also calling us something we thought was anco but later we found out it was uncle which I think is very honorable because they were referring to us as if we were part of their family. Kyle asked one of the kids if he was tired and he replied NO! Some of the kids were playing in jeans and sweatshirts and I was just about to call it quits in a pair of shorts. But despite being tired the bonding experience shared with these boys made a huge impact on me and how to make the most of what you have.
Today we went to visit Cera at the Caring Center. At the age of 21 she became the mother of 16 street boys. She gave up a visa and a scholarship to university in Chicago so that she could change the face of her country. She is now 23 and the boys are healthy, strong, loving, in school and loyal to their "mama." Kyle and Todd got a taste of soccer on terms of a young Ugandan male raised on kicking a ball into a goal and Todd will fill you in on what happened!
So today the hour or so when we played soccer or football I should say was one thing I will never forget. Their goals are made of wood sticks driven into the ground and the crossbar is held together by nails. Their field is dirt and tall grass and the kids play in their bare feet. Despite all these things the kids were all amazing, their skill and love of the game is indescribable. We played non stop for about one and a half hours and halfway through I was just about dead. During the game the kids were also calling us something we thought was anco but later we found out it was uncle which I think is very honorable because they were referring to us as if we were part of their family. Kyle asked one of the kids if he was tired and he replied NO! Some of the kids were playing in jeans and sweatshirts and I was just about to call it quits in a pair of shorts. But despite being tired the bonding experience shared with these boys made a huge impact on me and how to make the most of what you have.
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