This morning I went to Rainier Beach on a Latreia service project (no, I don't know what that word is supposed to mean) with a group of people from SPU. To my surprise, Rainier Beach is not just a beach, but more of a neighborhood. We ended up doing landscaping type work around a park and public pathway. Saar's marketplace was kind enough to play music loudly in their parking lot a few feet away--the same little hypnotic tune, over and over. I tried to have fun, but it was cold and really hard work so it's all good because I was doing it to praise God anyway. And while I knew that the work wasn't wasted and would make a lot of people happy, I found myself wishing I could have been doing something with my time to really help people. It's great for asthetic appeal, but there are people dying in Uganda every 15 seconds just because they can't get enough water! And every time I notice our faucet dripping or someone dumping out their water bottle, my heart sinks.
Last Sunday at Bethany Community Church I learned about Spilling Hope,
an organization that sponsers wells in Uganda, from awareness to fundraising to the actual construction. And Uganda isn't the only place the wells are desperately needed (check out Living Water). I was so overwhelmed after seeing their display, the pictures, finally glimpsing what these people have to face every day. A boy with a grin carrying potentially 40 pounds of water on his head. Children gathering water from a mud puddle you couldn't see anything through. And a mother's dilemma...to give her children water that will make them sick, or for them to go thirsty? how could anyone even make a choice like that?! I want nothing more than to be in Uganda with them right this second, and I mean that. I have never wanted to live overseas, but in the last month alone God has changed my heart more than I could ever have expected. And I actually find it hard to be patiently waiting for the chance to do something more. But in the meantime, I know that everything I have is God's and nothing I do for Him is wasted, even if it appears to be of little consequence.
Last Sunday at Bethany Community Church I learned about Spilling Hope,
an organization that sponsers wells in Uganda, from awareness to fundraising to the actual construction. And Uganda isn't the only place the wells are desperately needed (check out Living Water). I was so overwhelmed after seeing their display, the pictures, finally glimpsing what these people have to face every day. A boy with a grin carrying potentially 40 pounds of water on his head. Children gathering water from a mud puddle you couldn't see anything through. And a mother's dilemma...to give her children water that will make them sick, or for them to go thirsty? how could anyone even make a choice like that?! I want nothing more than to be in Uganda with them right this second, and I mean that. I have never wanted to live overseas, but in the last month alone God has changed my heart more than I could ever have expected. And I actually find it hard to be patiently waiting for the chance to do something more. But in the meantime, I know that everything I have is God's and nothing I do for Him is wasted, even if it appears to be of little consequence.
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