One of the treasures I brought back with me from Uganda is the memory of this precious woman. This was taken at a women's meeting we held on our visit to Llolwe Island. What a blessing to be able to share with the women of the Island as well as listen to many of their stories.Just look at that smile. You would think that this woman didn't have a care in the world. But she did. She began her story by telling us that she was the mother of nine children. She had buried eight of them. Her nine year old had just been buried the week before we arrived. Now look again at her smile. She exudes joy. The joy of her Lord truly is her strength.
The Ugandan women are so strong. They have to be. So many are either widowed or abandoned by their husbands to support themselves and their children. They have no government aid. If they don't make it happen, it doesn't happen. They go hungry.And yet, they believe in a big God. Bwana is the Swahili name for Almighty God. Her God provides for her all that she needs, therefore, she can smile. They are so full of Tumaini (Hope).
Blessed are they that mourn for they shall be comforted. (Matt. 5:4) She was a living testament to the truth of this scripture.
This photo will be placed in the carved wooden frame I brought back with me from Uganda. Anytime I get to thinking that I have it bad she will be there to remind me that the joy of the Lord is my strength also.Thanks for stopping by. More to come!!
