Hi Everyone,
As I sit here, I realize that my greeting
may sound impersonal. In actuality, it refers to each one of you, whom we love
very much. Our family, our friends, all our brothers and sisters in Christ, and
faithful sponsors, many of these titles overlapping and melting into one
another.
This journey to Uganda has already begun
very different. We have been blessed with the sending out by our church family;
our home church in Harrison, Idaho and The Lord’s Church in California. We know
each of you is lifting us up in prayer, and our experience thus far is evidence
to that fact.
God has gone before us and
prepared the way.
Our “welcome back” greeting consisted of
children running to the compound gate, flower petals in hand, showering our car
with drops of color, cheering and shouting. Smiles along with giggles of
excitement filled the air. I am seeing God’s hand in the details. There is a
heightened awareness in His gifts to us. I am so grateful and overwhelmed.
Every good and perfect gift comes from above.
The next event I didn't capture in a
picture, but I will forever have this precious image in my mind. It is the reunion
of Jim and Moses, one of “our” boys.
Jim
could barely squeeze himself out of the car, on the other side of the door,
stood Moses, much bigger now and many inches taller. He commanded the space with
his presence, smiling from ear to ear, that boyish beautiful smile. Joy fills
our hearts. The greeting speaks love. Jim and Moses reach out, wrapping their
arms around each other. It’s a loving
father-son embrace. The kind of embrace that speaks without words, saying, “I’m
here, you matter to me, I’ve missed you”. Moses lays his head on Jim’s shoulder and
closes his eyes. Time seems to stop in that moment. It is the place of contentment;
to rest in the peace and comfort of a “father’s” arms. It is the moment they
have both waited for.
And He will shelter
you in the shadow of His wings.
I am a little embarrassed to say that we
have had a leisurely beginning here; instead of immediate demands placed on us,
we have had the freedom to settle in, and get reacquainted with life here. Our
“welcome back” day has actually turned into weeks. We have had the opportunity
to see many friends; to be welcomed into their homes, share a meal, share God’s
faithfulness, and to testify to what he has done in each of our lives these
past three years. Each reunion carried within it, the same reoccurring theme, a triumphed praise of thanksgiving to God.
All glory and honor is His.
I love making the trek to visit the
“sanctuary” of Love in Action, the ministry we are working for. The above
mentioned is really the home of Alan and Beryl Went. The property is guarded by
a wall of plants and trees, and beyond this wall of beauty there rests a
beautiful English garden. It’s not the garden I come to visit though, but the
people who dwell there throughout the day; the children, teens, and young
adults; those who live with Love in Action. When not in school, this is their
sanctuary; a place of peace for them. Here they gather for their meals, play
together, do chores, and share daily life. When evening comes they go to their
homes, provided by Love in Action, one for the girls and one for boys.
He makes me to lie down in green pastures.
I
thank God for this place.
Lastly, I must make mention of each of you.
Though, we are continents away, we carry each one of you in our hearts. We
treasure the relationships we have and who we are as a body of Christ together.
This journey is complete because of the oneness we share. All of you have been
instrumental in our going. Everyone has played a part, each one significant,
and each one in God’s plan.
We thank God
for each of you, and remember you in our prayers.
Until we see each other
again, may you dwell in the love of Christ.
Thinking of you,
Robyn and Jim
2 comments:
You are blessed. Will you also be blessed with a Thanksgiving meal?
Great to hear all is well there and the Lord is watching over you. We all hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving, whether you have a turkey or not, lol!
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