While staying at Noah’s Ark Children’s Home in Uganda, we had the opportunity to go out in to the village to meet a few families that have been impacted by the primary school. While driving up the dirt path to one of the homes we were quite the sight, leading a parade of children that caught a glimpse of two white people in the car.
Upon arriving at the home, we were now surrounded by close to two dozen children. After learning why we were there, this little girl ran out and started telling all her neighbours that we were her muzungus (white people). It was quite the humbling experience to be greeted with the traditional Ugandan greeting, shaking our hands while they kneel in front of us.
They had so much joy and pride just from our visit. We were fortunate enough to be able to bless them with a small care package. But we received so much more from them, just getting to meet them and seeing how God is working in their lives and knowing we will always be this little girl’s mzungus.
Out the 110 children at Noah’s Ark, there was one little girl that really captured our hearts. Her name was Annabel, and she had Justin and me wrapped around her little finger by the time we left. If she wanted me to get the moon for her, I probably would have tried jumping just to reach it.
