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Once again, devotions were a highlight. We wouldn’t want to start any day differently. After a trying end to yesterday, we prayed that Satan would be bound and cast out today.

When we finish each soccer tournament, Meshach and the crew tear down the stage, bring it to the next day’s field a couple of hours away, and set it back up. They then go back to the mill, usually sleep for two hours or so, load up the next day’s porridge,  the bull and goat, and go back to the site at 1:00–2:00 AM. By the time they get back to the site, people are gathering and beginning to worship. They will worship all night! Well, on the way back to the site last night, the bull somehow broke his rope and managed to jump out of the truck, take out two boda-bodas, and die.

How do you say Ugandan BBQ?

They butchered the bull on the highway, built a fire, and had a barbecue at 3:00 AM. They paid the boda-boda guys $20 for the damage and were good to go. Leave it to Ugandans to make a good situation out of a bad one!

After praying Satan away, we headed off to GeorgAnn’s kids’ hut to meet them all. The orphanage commitment has come down some, so GeorgAnn decided to sponsor four children instead of three. I only wish I could put into words what it feels like to witness someone being taken from total poverty and given the opportunity of a lifetime. They are going from living in a dirt hut, eating maybe once a day, and enduring filthy conditions with maybe two sets of clothes to eating three meals a day, new clothes, school, and playmates. It has to be an emotional high.

As GeorgAnn loved on her kids, some of us stood in a group and sang, “It Is Well With My Soul.” It was truly a “heaven on earth” moment. How could God be so good as to allow me a glimpse of what eternity must feel like?

After hugging GeorgAnn’s kids, we continued on to the village of the little girl who captured Ashley’s heart. As we pulled up, we could see the little girl, her siblings, and their older caretaker sitting on a mat. Emotions took over, and the love connection immediately became obvious. Ashley’s tender heart and loving spirit compelled her to commit to bringing this little girl into the orphanage also.

While we were soaking in the moment with Ashley, Erv and Val felt a spiritual movement coming on themselves. Within minutes, they made a commitment to bring Ashley‘s girl’s two brothers along to the home also. This preserves what little family unit these kids have.

God, you’re so good!

At this point, emotions are all over. Some of us are singing praise to God, some are loving on the kids, and some are just praying as God moves through us.

I noticed that Maggi was working hard on a local male leader about something. I mouthed to her, “Does he know Christ?“ She shook her head no. I approached him and asked if he knew who Jesus was. He said yes. I asked him if he had accepted Christ as his Savior, and he said no (which I already knew). I asked him if he knew what brought us 8,000 miles from home to Uganda. He said he thought he knew, but asked why. I told him that it was because we wanted to share the love of Christ. I asked him to accept Jesus into his heart, and he agreed. We prayed the prayer of salvation on the spot, and he accepted Christ. Once again, inexplicable.

So, to help you all put into perspective what happened today, a year ago the house was only a dream.

In just one year, the house has been built, and we now have 11 kids under our roof. They will thrive, get a great education, and be game-changers.

As if this weren’t enough, we proceeded to probably the best soccer match of the year. We shared the gospel and loved on the people of Uganda one last time before calling it a wrap. On the bus ride back to the house, we shared and processed. When we arrived back at the house, we formed a circle and sang the doxology. I can truly say, “it is well with my soul.”

P.S. As I read the blog to the crew before sending it off, Collin’s phone dinged and he announced that some friends of his just texted him and confirmed that they would sponsor a child also. This is what you would call “emotional tilt.”

Mukama Akuwe Omukisa
Sabalongo