The spectrum of both worlds....

If your in the mood to get chills, smile, maybe shed a tear...read this from Michelle our college intern in Uganda...Peace, diane

What a crazy week:

Friday night a baby died. Her name was Mercy, and she was two and a half years old. There's not much I can say about it all besides the fact that it just hurt. Mercy was so sweet tempered, but she had been having seizures and had surgery on her lymph nodes and was just getting worse, and eventually just stopped breathing. The memorial was Saturday afternoon and I got to go because I had the weekend off and was in Kampala. At the service Pastor Doug spoke and we had worship, and he read this poem (sorry its kind of long):


A Child Loaned
written by Edgar Guest

"I'll lend you for a little time
A child of Mine," He said.
"For you to love the while she lives,
And mourn for when she's dead.
It may be six or seven years
Or twenty-two or three,
But will you, till I call her back
Take care of her for Me?
She'll bring her charms to gladden you,
And should her stay be brief,
You'll have her lovely memories
As solace for your grief.
I cannot promise she will stay,
Since all from Earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there
I want this child to learn.
I've looked this wide world over
In My search for teachers true,
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have selected you; Now will you give her all your love, Nor think the labour vain, Nor hate Me when I come to call And take her back again?
I fancied that I heard them say,
"Dear Lord, Thy will be done,
For all the joy Thy child shall bring,
For the risk of grief we?ll run.
We'll shelter her with tenderness,
We'll love her while we may,
And for the happiness we?ve known,
Forever grateful stay.
But should the angels call for her
Much sooner then we planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes
And try to understand.

Anyways, it was so neat to hear about the name Mercy and how appropriate it was for this little girl, because God had mercy on her and brought her out of suffering and sickness into a safe place in the Bulrushes.

Sunday was the Fourth of July, which was so fun. Out of about twenty volunteers, seven were American. So we had a big party in the volunteer apartments and ate way too much food, more foor and sugar than I have had in a month. The rule was each person had to bring some kind of American food, so we had Kraft mac 'n cheese, taco meat seasoned with Taco Bell seasoning, Mountain Dew, guacamole, Doritos, four different kinds of brownies, and ice cream sandwiches. It was so fantastic, and I must say, I was pretty proud to be an American.
In conclusion: my week has been a roller coaster. But good thing God is the same through every part of it.
All glory to Him,   Michelle