I love to promote and spread the stories of people in the “Young Adults” age who are abroad serving the Lord. One of our friends (and Young Adults fellowship members) on the mission field is Julianne Heilman, serving in Entebe, Uganda. If you aren’t aware of her blog, I recommend you check it out and keep up with her at http://juliannesjourneys.wordpress.com.
Here’s part of her latest posts:
There are many ways of sharing the love of Jesus with children. I want to do them all, consistently, day by day. I want to be a permanent part of their lives. To see them when they wake up. To feed them, bathe them, play with them, help with their homework. Tuck them in bed as they fall asleep. I don’t want to just see them on Saturday or just in the classroom once a day. I don’t want to just give them a hug once in awhile. I want to be a mother to those children who have no one to give them a mother’s love. I want to be their best friend that they can trust with all that is in their little hearts.
This is how I want to help bring them to Jesus.
I think the Lord has formed this desire because He is making a way for it to come to pass. Please pray that His will be done in my life. I long to give my life to His children here in Uganda who need Him so much.
I had a small glimpse of what this could be like last Friday evening. The church was having an evangelistic outreach in the market beside the church for Easter. We had praise and worship music with a skit about the death and resurrection of Jesus and a message from one of the pastors.
It was after dark and it became quite cold because we were by the lake. One little friend came to sit next to me. She was a bit shy, but I could tell she was chilly, so I began rubbing her back. She slowly moved closer and let me keep my arm around her when she realized she was much warmer that way.
Then, she took me by surprise be taking my hand in hers and holding it. A few minutes later, she took my other hand and we sat like that for about an hour. I was so surprised and happy.
I know this little girl does not have a mother. I know she does not have a father. She stays with her older sister with a woman who she calls Jjaja (grandmother). She needs a mother’s love and she needs a father’s love to teach her of the love of her Heavenly Father. I pray that God will bring her into a family that will cherish her.
I am blessed that I got to share a bit of love that evening. And I pray it will continue.
Please, do not hinder the children from coming to Jesus, but rather do whatever it is that you can to help them become part of His kingdom, no matter how small it may seem.
You can read the rest of this post, and all the others, at Precious in His Sight.