My Kids!

My Kids!

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Matero.

Today was community and shoe day! My kids got their new shoes and t shirts and bandanas
today and went into the community to preach the word. They went a little nuts today. The went inside of taverns - outside of taverns - Wiso wanted to go house to house. Matero is a very poor and rough compound where my children live. It is full of trash and flies. My kids were so proud to be talking about how God loves them and how he is a provider. All of my kids were witnessing. Not just Wisdom. They were praying over people and talking to people. Ruben and Fred witnessed to a drunk man who literally put the bottle down before our eyes and started crying. The kids placed their hands on him and prayed over him and they told him how much God loved him and how Jesus died for him. They led him to Christ right there. I think what was so amazing was to see their courage and boldness in sharing the gospel. Last year they were very shy and would not talk to many people. This year I could barely keep up with them. Given took me by his house which I was very humbled by until Wisdom took me to his house.

Wiso's house is about the size of a walkin closet. He was so happy to have me in his home. He just could not stop smiling. I met his mother - she was very excited to meet me. I told her what an amazing boy he was. She just beamed. This morning Musole and Nalisa both went to the clinic. Musole is still having some ear problems and Nalisa's infection is healing very nicely. All in all - I could not be prouder of them. I can't believe that a week of camp has already gone by. I am so sad to think it is my boys' last day of camp. They do receive fleece jackets and school bags tomorrow which they are really excited about. I know that they really have a good grasp on the Lord and HIS truth. I know that they not only believe that the Lord is their shepherd, but I have seen them speak it. Continue praying for them and all of the children.

Serving HIS Kids!!!

1 comment:

Unknown said...

So it's lunch time, there are a few people in the store where I work, and they are all staring at me crying while I read your blog. Those boys witnessing to the drunk man is about as beautiful an illustration of what life is all about as can be written. Thanks for the post.