Tremaine Walker: I’m a Storyteller – Uganda 2018
The most amazing thing happened to me about a month ago.
Chocolate brown faces with bright smiles and humble hearts touched my heart forever. I stepped out on faith and trusted God to provide my way back to Momma Africa. I was reminded that all things are possible with God if you believe.
When I was a young girl, I couldn’t figure out why my complexion was dark. I remember trying to wash it off in the shower. I figured something was wrong with it me. Sadly, I wasn’t in love with myself.
Years later, l learned to love and see me as God does. Searching the scriptures, I found that I am fearfully and wonderfully made. God made us in his image. How special are we to have been made in his likeness? Seeing the array of brown skin tones overjoyed my soul. I saw myself as if a mirror appeared from the sky.
I felt like I was dreaming as I stood on the rust-colored clay holding the small, gentle hands of my little sisters and brothers occupying their space to provide comfort and needed supplies. Their stories confounded, captured and healed me in a single breath.
We sang, cried, laughed, prayed, danced, blew bubbles, held hands, rocked sleeping babies, provided healthcare, took tons of pictures and created lifelong memories. God’s love was truly shared as strangers from different walks of life became friends for the sole purpose of loving the fatherless. May God be forever praised for allowing me to be a part of such a wonderful experience.
It’s hard to put into words the joy, the sadness, the love, and excitement of caring for an orphan. In Uganda, I found my purpose and heartbeat again! I’ve been revived!
These sweet faces show great faith in our Creator as He continues to supply the needs of the orphans through the kind and generous donations of many men and woman. Three cheers for the Aunties, Uncles, Ministers, caretakers, and volunteers who spend countless hours caring, providing, praying, working, and going without, to care for the helpless and young. I, along with past and future missionaries, salute your endless work.
As I close, I can vividly hear my Godmother singing these words, “to God be the glory for all the things He has done.”
Cannon…I can’t wait to return!
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