Good night (or Good morning for me),
Allie
Allie
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
I fell in love with a girl named Zoey.
Today we woke up, had breakfast and then headed to the baby
home. When we first got there we had another orientation type thing. A point
the lady mentioned that I hadn't really thought of was that Watoto didn't want
to make the homes too big, or spacious, because they didn't want the natives
thinking that they had a bunch of room so they didn't dropping them off
their children. There is another 18 year old girl here with her grandma that I
have gotten to know pretty well and today the grandma asked me, "Do you
want me to be your Grammy while we're here?" I, of course, said "I
would love that!" I just thought it was funny because my mom
told me before I left to find me a mommy while I'm here. Today was our first
day working working at Gulu. As soon as we got started playing around with
these adorable babies, a nanny brought a chubby baby girl, Zoey, over
for me to hold. I immediately fell in love with her. We played with
the babies until lunch. Zoey and I were attached until I put her down for her
nap. After we ate lunch we cleaned the walls that we will the painting
tomorrow. I didn't realized when I came that we would be painting, needless to
say, I did not bring any paint clothes. I'm really trying not to be
materialistic when I cringe a little at the thought of getting paint on a pair
of my Nike running shorts. After we got done washing the walls and movie some
things around we got to play with the babies a little bit before we left. I
could go on for days about how cute they are! Each night we have team meetings,
and Harry told us that in these meetings he wants one of us to give a
devotional and one of us to share their testimony each night. I have never
really been one to jump right up and do either of those. I know it is something
that I should probably do, but something has always held me back. I've always
thought, well if God wants me to do it then He'll make it clear and give me
something to speak on. And even though I don’t have anything to talk about I
feel like I should speak. That thought is extremely intimidating to me
considering I am the one of the youngest people here and, beside the other 18
year old, the rest of the women are at least 15 years older than I am. So that
is my prayer request for today. Thanks again for all the support! Sorry the post
is so late, they shut the internet off before I finished it last night.
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I'm reading & following you on this journey :) praying also - hope you can post pics soon.
ReplyDeleteHey baby,
ReplyDeleteLet me start off with a reprimand ..... If those ladies are 15 years older than you....that makes them about 33 years old....or should I say young. You better watch what you consider old. Ha
Now... I guess this is somewhat of another reprimand .... You have a great story to tell. In fact, I can think of a number of great stories for you to tell on how God has provided for you. Please remember, sometimes we feel that our " stories". Aren't really exciting to tell. The truth is that God uses our stories....at just the right time...to minister to others. When I was teaching in Bolivar, I was in the hall sharing with a teacher how I loved staying home with you guys when you were little....and how it was totally worth eating beanie weenies twice a week and only having one car. Two years later she came up to me and told me that god used that conversation to help her decide to stay home with her kids.
All you need to do is open your mouth and speak from the heart. You can be ready at all times to give a testimony of God's goodness in your life because He has richly blessed you. I am so proud that you are listening to gods prompting.
I love you tons. Sweet dreams and give Zoey a hug for me....and sing her a sweet song....make it up as you go...you are great at that. :)
Praying for boldness and strength,
Mom