The Difference

I heard that the egg yolks were white – maybe a little undercolored due to the lack of nutrition in the chickens. On the contrary, Americas are highlight yellow – perhaps from an injection of chemicals? That was my roommates hypothesis anyways. I held my breath as I sent it cracking against the pan, and drippping below to the skillet. Phew...it had a faint yellow look. I double checked the plasic container. “YELLOW YOLKS!” It exclaimed. The excitement worried me. Oh well.

I sat in the kitchen, at a table that rose to my sternum. Are all tables in Africa built for basketball players, or was my chair just short? I glanced around at the plain brown cupboards installed two weeks ago, happy I hadn't seen any mice since food moving night. Bordering between the cupboards were white tiles that ran up to a faint brown tiled counter. More white tiles climbed halfway up to the wall, and was met by chipping yellow paint that filled to the ceiling. The hotel had installed a small stove, and narrow fridge, just for our arrival. We tried to cram all six of our food portions on the three shelves inside.

Some evenings are quieter. Moreover, I think the exhaustion of heat combined with 50 children under eight months for 8.5 hours drains most energy by the time we arrive back from the Baby Home. I stayed later after work today and talked to the team of supervisors and nurses. There's a good possibility I'll be transferring to Suubi Clinic in Watoto. The needs in the pre-mature and newborn centre at Kampala are very few at the moment. It's difficult to determine what will become, or what option would be a better fit, as events are unpredictable and fluctuate as far as medical care.

Porch at the Baby Home

Outdoor fun for the Babes!

Tomorrow, I'll be making a trip out to Watoto Village in Suubi with our guide and driver, Fred and Lara. There Fred will show us one of the official children's villages, and I'll get a look inside the clinic. Perhaps, it will give me a better idea of the medical needs there.

I came across Romans 8:15 today “For you did not receive the spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you have received the Spirit of adoption as sons, by whom we cry, “Abba! Father!” I have a whole lot of respect for Watoto, who has rescued thousands of children off the street, given them a home, put them in a family, and introduced them to a loving Father; thereby, making a huge difference in their lives. These are children who would have otherwise no place to go, nobody to provide for them, nobody to call “mom” or “dad” and nobody to tell them they are loved. I am no more. Once again, I am reminded of the difference God has made in my life through actively adopting me into his family. It's nothing I could have done on my own will power, strength or works. Rather He saw me in my worst state, chose me, and redeemed me. Along with these kids, I too should remember “Abba, Father”; For me, adoption has made a difference.

My Cutie Kayla