Uganda - January 2025
I had never been to Uganda but quickly fell in love with its people. Mission trips have held a special place in my heart since 2013, following Teresa's passing, as they have given me a deeper purpose—to serve, love, and bring hope to vulnerable children worldwide. Each journey has opened my eyes to the beauty of different cultures, the power of human connection, and the incredible impact that compassion can have in the lives of those who need it most.
In one of the most profound moments of our visit, we encountered a little boy who was gravely ill. The pain and discomfort could clearly be seen on his face. The severe lack of medicine and proper medical care at the hospital would certainly lead to this child's death. The Mum sat in the bed next to her dying son, crying, knowing her child was very sick I knew I couldn’t just walk away without trying to help her. This was just one of the heartbreaking scenes we would encounter in the coming week.
The pain and suffering of the sick children was more than I ever anticipated seeing. The magnitude of the need was overwhelming, a weight so heavy that I found myself at a loss for how we could possibly reach and help so many who were suffering. I had never seen so much despair before on any mission trip I had ever been on. Having seen pictures of the children and knowing their stories did not prepare me for what I witnessed in person.
We visited the pediatric ICU, which was grossly overcrowded, with five babies sharing one bed and two infants sharing one incubator due to the lack of room; the Mums slept outside the hospital in a tent because there was not adequate space inside for them to stay with their child.
The next day, we made a visit to the child-headed household of 7 siblings who were being raised by their eldest sister; several years ago, we had provided them with the land, the house, a kitchen, and a storefront to sell their goods in.
The joyful spirit of these children left me in awe, for they were so thankful for the little they had.
The stories were all the same, the twins whose mom died during childbirth and the grandmother now caring for them, the child who was found in a pigsty was now thriving and being adopted, the child with cerebral palsy who could not sit or stand was now being fostered by a loving Mum and Dad could now stand with the dream that someday he would walk, the two children who were reintegrated with their siblings in the house we had built them were now thriving together as a family.
These heartbreaking stories of loss and now hope were all orchestrated by God's grace.
As we ended our week, we returned to St. Joseph/Kitovu Hospital to meet with the director, Father Emanuel, and Sister Sylvia to see how we could bring support to the pediatric ward; as the meeting progressed, I asked Father Emanuel if we could meet with the Bishop to request his blessing on this project.
The next evening, we had dinner with Bishop Jjumba of Musaka in his residence. The spirited dinner/meeting was a vibrant mix of heartfelt conversations, shared experiences, and renewed determination to help the children in this pediatric ward. As our meeting concluded, the Bishop gave me his blessing to undertake this project. Throughout the week, we visited children who we support in the many programs that Open Hearts for Orphans sponsors.
It became clear why God had led us to Uganda—our purpose was to be His hands and feet.
In that moment, I understood that we were called not only to offer material help but to serve as instruments of His love and compassion, bringing hope where it was desperately needed. We were there to offer more than just supplies; we were there to show the people of Uganda that they were seen, they were heard, and they are valued.