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Showing posts with label Watoto. Show all posts
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Monday, April 14, 2014

Ambushing Rebel Armies



Every once in a while there are moments that call out to us, moments that dare us to walk a wild and unknown way. There are moments that mobilize us in unexpected ways. We can listen or turn away. 

For me that day was the day I heard Marilyn Skinner speak about the child soldiers of Northern Uganda. It completely changed me. I listened with a growing sense of disbelief as she revealed the heartbreaking extent of the child soldier dilemma. Children, some only 8 - 10 years of age were being herded up in the dead of night from their villages and forcefully abducted. It was the first time I heard the name Joseph Kony, rebel leader and abductor of children. At that time hundreds of children from villages in remote parts of Uganda were walking for hours each morning and evening to the safety of small outposts to sleep safely and thus avoid being taken. They would leave their villages for the night to return the next day, and then repeat the exercise day after day. 

Marilyn's heart reached out and grabbed mine. I sat there with a mixture of emotions welling up, horror, anger, heartbreak and helplessness mixed together into a concoction of inexplicable sorrow. It was a moment that I allowed to fully take hold of me, to feel the horror and pain of a mother torn from her child, the devastation of not knowing where her heart and soul had gone. Her baby running scared, messed with me. It was completely unfathomable that this happened to not just one mother, but hundreds! I felt the whole weight of it, heavy in my soul. 

There is a hauntingly beautiful song by Brooke Fraser called 'Albertine', it is filled with aching feeling and was written after her visit to Rwanda. The first time I heard it, the words ricocheted imploringly across my soul, echoing some desperate finality that lodged deep. The passion in the song spoke to me, the words nudging my heart, 'Now that I have seen, I am responsible, faith without deeds is dead'. 

As I listened I felt kind of ensnared by this proclamation, responsible for something just because I was alive. Responsible because we ARE called to something bigger than ourselves. Yet, so often we see ourselves small in the scheme of things. I see MYSELF small. How do I appropriate my faith so that it holds substance or moves mountains? How do I make my deeds line up with that kind of faith? If my faith is lacking or flawed, what good are my actions then? Can I be sure of what I hope for or certain of what I cannot see? Why does faith need to be tested and how do I endure and persevere? Who am I to think that I might have a role to play? In the words of Marianne Williamson we ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous? 


There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.
 - Marianne Williamson

So, I planned a trip to Watoto and visited Marilyn's beloved babies and children's homes, and the Living Hope project in Uganda. I saw the incredible things being done at Watoto, saw how a little bit of hope can light an unquenchable fire. I saw lives healed, restored and hope filled. I left inspired and also a little overcome. I wondered where this hold was taking me, wondered what I had to bring? I saw amazing things, but still felt like a bystander on the sidelines. 

I came home and devoured Sam Childers book 'Another Mans War', the true story of one mans battle to save the children in Northern Uganda and Southern Sudan. I met this 'Machine Gun Preacher' and heard his story. Sat in awe of a mission to take back what the enemy stole. Felt goose bumps prickle my skin as he retold stories of ambushing rebel armies to snatch back abducted children.  I had one question ... How the heck could I ever do anything remotely helpful? 

Monday, August 8, 2011

Watoto Choir



Yesterday we had the privilege of seeing the Watoto Children's choir perform at our night service. This amazing choir of beautiful African children tours the world singing, dancing and sharing a message of hope. Many of the children have been orphaned or abandoned and have found a new family, life and purpose through the Watoto Program. The atrocities of war and the HIV aids virus have impacted many of Uganda's children. Watoto is rescuing, raising and rebuilding a nation by nurturing and caring for the lost children of East Africa. This story is truly inspiring.

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'Beautiful Africa - A new generation' is a dynamic, vibrant production touring late 2011 and into 2012. For more information about this new tour click here.


My adventures at Watoto

Friday, June 3, 2011

'Inspire me' - Watoto

Watoto is a cause very close to my heart and today for 'Inspire me' I am bringing an update from that part of the world. In December of last year I volunteered at their babies home in Kampala in the heart of Uganda and was forever changed. I am so inspired by the heart of people to impact and change the world of the orphan and the widow and am especially stirred for the people of Africa. One day I hope to return.

destined, devoted, daring

Between January and April 2011, Watoto babies home welcomed 59 babies into the Watoto family through their Baby Watoto program. It is hard to imagine that this many babies have been left abandoned at places like radio stations, golf courses, under trees and at the local hospital and market places. 


Image Source at Watoto

New bubs have been coming non-stop, with almost one baby each day. The majority of the babies are premature, malnourished or with serious medical complications which is often the result of little or no neo-natal care and no birth provisions. So many of these bubs have not been born in a hospital. By the end of April, 144 babies were being cared for at all three facilities in Kampala, Suubi and Gulu.


How sweet is the jubilation in this photo?

Image source - Mother's day at Watoto

The children are planning ways to show appreciation to their house Momma who has embraced them into the love and safety of a new home. Mother's day is a big deal at the children's home with a lot of celebrating going on. There is a lot to be thankful for. These children now have a loving and caring family to take care of them in the surroundings of a beauitful Watoto village.

(Images and information from the Watoto news updates)

Click here for a Baby Watoto Nanny story - an everyday girl changing her world.


For my adventures at Watoto, click here

Do you have a cause close to your heart?
How do you change your world?
If you could do anything...what would you do?
Sharing from the heart brings healing for the soul.
Share your heart, your hopes and your dreams.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Working on 'whatever'


Whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable, whatever is excellent, whatever is praiseworthy, think on these things. 



Lately I have been contemplating the whatever moment. 'Whatever' is an interesting word depending on how you say it and where you place the emphasis. It can be taken to mean "so what" like who cares but I rather like thinking of this word in terms of whatever it takes. Whatever it takes to be true, whatever it takes to be noble, whatever it takes to be pure, whatever it takes to be lovely, admirable, excellent and praiseworthy. 

I recently travelled to Uganda as part of a global team, volunteering for two weeks at baby Watoto. While over there I had opportunity to think on these things and put all of this into practice. As our plane began its decent I was overcome with emotion.  I was finally achieving a long held dream. I was sharing this journey with two friends and a team of six other girls from around the world. It had been a long and arduous road. We had fundraised for much of the year and been thoroughly consumed with preparing for this trip. Multiple vaccinations had been taken, families sorted, bags packed and plans set in motion. My dream was about to come true. 

Upon disembarking from the plane I walked down the steps with a sense of exhilaration and purpose. Coming to the last step I jumped onto the tarmac with both feet landing firmly on African soil. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. My ' Whatever is Admirable' moment was in full swing. I was completely enamoured and inspired by this beautiful country and was lapping up the EXTRA - ORDINARY sights, sounds and smells not to mention the thoughts, feelings and emotions swirling around within. A paradigm shift was about to begin.

While in Uganda I had the privilege of visiting 3 babies homes and 3 Watoto Children’s' Villages. Each babies home has four babies being cared for by one nanny and in the children's villages they have 8 children living in a small 3 bedroom house with a Watoto village mother. Watoto does an exceptional job of rescuing, rebuilding and raising up the next generation of Ugandan leaders. It was an honour to partner with this organization and extend the hand of kindness to the orphans and vulnerable women of Uganda. I shall never be the same.  A heart change has taken place.

                                                           
Practicing "My whatever is Noble' and 'Right' opportunities were pure delight.  Being concerned with matters of dignity and justice has been my mission for some time now and bringing a just and favourable response to all that I said and did flowed easily. Some of my most significant memories doing this were in the small unexpected moments, in particular encouraging the nanny's who looked after the babies with words of affirmation, championing them on in their endeavours and my favourite - taking photos of the nanny's with their babies and telling them how beautiful they were. I loved the shy smiles that this would bring to their faces.  My spirit sang aloud its vibrant and ardent song.

Working on the 'True' aspects of this verse were somewhat challenging however as I smiled when I felt like frowning,  held my tongue when I wished to say more and offered thoughtfulness to frustrating situations. To be real, genuine and authentic in every interaction requires one to press the pause button ... Stop, think, act and then move forward. I felt somewhat stretched but know that there is growth in the stretch. Not concerned with the stretch marks across my soul.

Outworking my 'Lovely' aspirations meant purposeful choices to live graciously and delightfully while choosing to see joy and beauty in the unexpected ... both the good and the bad. This can sometimes be breathtaking (literally). Don't you just love how God uses the humanity of others to mould, scrape and shape your character? Suffice to say there were times that I felt like a little piece of clay and being 'Pure' (absolute, straightforward and unaffected) in all circumstances was somewhat of a challenge.

Just a few challenges.

1. Upon arrival at the airport we were rudely treated by a group of passengers attempting to beat us to customs. Bumping into my heels with the luggage trolley three times is not an accident. Ow!!!

2. One of the babies experienced serious heat stroke and went into full body convulsions while out on a walk. Fortunately we were nearing the compound gate and we were able to rush the baby down the driveway to get immediate medical attention.  A rather scary moment as the bub was pulled from the stroller to receive life saving support. Life is so fragile.

3. A mad dash for the plane due to a lack of announcements and final calls for passengers being made at the airport. We suddenly hear that our flight out of Dubai is about to close ... What!!!!! We rush to customs and are ushered through a side room. The sprint is on. As I make it through the x-ray machines in record time (thanks to some careful line negotiation better known as jumping the queue.) I mouth to my friend that I’ll run on ahead and flag down the plane. I wish that at this stage I could say that super human strength propelled me forward but alas I would be lying. As I streaked ahead, hyperventilation took over, heart palpitations increased and the adrenalin kicked in. (Adrenalin always gives me the shakes) Dizziness ensured as I sucked in the air for my pathetically gasping lungs. Feeling somewhat breathless and faint I arrived at the departure lounge completely and utterly out of breath only to discover that the plane was not about to taxi down the runway as we had been informed. But too late - my body was now way out of control.  As I gasped dramatically for air, my brain struggling for oxygen. All I can get out to the concerned attendants is “Don’t leave without my friends”… which I repeat a number of times like a stuck record … just in case they do not understand me. I can tell they are not impressed. Their faces say it all. I am politely but firmly restrained with their words and facial expressions. They inform me politely but firmly, that I must sit down to recover from my breathlessness. I seriously feel like saying ‘Whatever!’ but with a lot of attitude. Now, I’m concerned I might not get on the plane in my disheveled state. Aaaahhhhh!!!!! Eventually we board the plane. I am now acutely aware of how unfit I really am and decide I could do with a whole body makeover – heart, soul and body too!

I am so thankful (My 'Praiseworthy' moment) to have been able to exceed and go above and beyond what I know and to relish the applaudable, commendable and laudable moments of life. I am richer for the experiences in Africa, having lifted the lid on my own self imposed restrictions and having broken free of smokescreens, illusions and things that might limit me. I pushed through fears, worries and concerns. I have chosen to not live small, contained or hemmed in ... how about you?

 “Limits exist only in the mind” ~ Author unknown.

To be concerned with matters of dignity and justice, to be enamoured by what is inspiring and different, to exceed and go above and beyond what I know and to bring a just and favourable response to those thoughts, ideals and circumstances. What and honour and privilege!


To live graciously and delightfully,  seeing joy and beauty in the unexpected and relish the applaudable, commendable and laudable moments of life. What an amazing life we get to live!

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Guest Post over at 'Every [1] Matters'

Thanks to the lovely Joni over at 'Every [1] Matters' for the privilege of being her guest post today. This post continues nutting out my 90 day challenge to do 'Whatever it takes'. My journey towards walking purposefully and significantly wherever and whenever. 'Whatever' is an interesting word depending on how you say it and where you place the emphasis. It can be taken to mean "so what" like who cares but I rather like thinking of this word in terms of whatever it takes to be true, whatever it takes to be noble, whatever it takes to be pure, whatever it takes to be lovely, admirable, excellent and praiseworthy.

To check out this post go to Every[1]Matters



Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Baby Watoto

One month on and my heart strings continue to be tugged back and forth. Uganda has left its mark upon my heart, forever imprinted with purpose. Life has settled into a smooth and steady routine as I continue to sift through the thoughts, feelings and emotions of this amazing experience. Thank goodness for photos. I get to experience it all over again, every little detail. I have been sorting, editing and arranging my photos. Life is about to get a whole lot busier as I head back to work, all so bitter-sweet!  If I shut my eyes I am transported, back to these wonderful memories. How is it that a place can leave its mark upon you so indelibly? How does your heart remember things that your mind may have already forgotten?

I have the most divine little African face smiling at me from a photo frame sitting on my sofa table. Deep brown mesmerising eyes are fixed intently on me, hopeful and expectant! His smile infectious. My heart seems to have been misplaced. My soul longs for more. "What now?" ... I am still working that one through. But for now, I have a few ideas!

"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams." - Eleanor Roosevelt.


Our drive through Kampala
Cows roaming the roadway

"Dreams come a size too big so that we can grow into them." - Josie Bissett

So sweet
The babies room

"When nothing is sure, everything is possible." - Margaret Drabble

Bathroom
A nanny
Playtime
Playing outdoors

"Some of the most important things in life aren't things." - Linda Ellerbee

Change area at Subbi
Cot room at Gulu Babies Home - Northern Uganda

"Light tomorrow with today." - Elizabeth Barrett Browning


Change area at Gulu 
Kitchen at Gulu 

Me and a Gulu baby =  LOVE
"One cannot consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar. " - Helen Keller

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Monday, January 3, 2011

Faces of Africa


Bulrushes bubs



















Subbi bubs



Gulu babies




                                                             Bbira Children's Village









Gulu Children's Village




Living Hope Program





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