There’s a group of children that live in Danida that I like to call my own. I don’t know how we found each other but we did. I have spent many days trying to get them used to me… this crazy mzungu with wild hair and blue eyes. They were timid but still followed me everywhere. No matter how many times I told them my name I was always Mzungu. This past weekend I went to their little corner of Danida and they all came running screaming “Auntie Melissa! Auntie Melissa!” my heart leaped. The spot between my shoulder and my neck which I believe was made for Nebido’s small head was filled my knees that bend to look in Ajaci’s face were bent – And I wondered for a minute if this is what Jesus feels when we come… when we run & scream His name. I feel like I understand His heart a bit more now.
I feel like I have waited my whole life for THIS life.To dance worry free with Acholi women, to sing with children covered in red dirt, to feel so close to creation when it rains. This is it. This is my life.
ha l le luj ah!