Maybe Soon

I'm thankful.

“No! Auntie Katie can't hold Agan because I didn't put a pamper on her and she's going to pee all over her.” – Angela

“You know Auntie Katie doesn't mind to get peed on. Let her hold her, she loves the babies and she loves us. She's our friend. Don't treat her like a visitor.” – Abrah Lillian

This conversation was held in Karamajong and Irene translated it with tears in her eyes. She was thankful too.

Judith has had my heart from the start

The fact is, I'm not fond of getting peed on. Every time I leave Masese I end up smelling of a combination of pee, poop, sweat, and alcohol (it's brewed every turn you make there).

However, it's moments like these that make me thankful that God has taught me to accept cultural differences with gentleness and humility.

It's times when I introduce myself as “Katie Nalem” and the man or woman's eyes widen and smile as they greet me in Karamajong that make it all worth it.

“You get saved. Can't you see how much Auntie Katie loves you and wants to go to heaven with you?” – one Karamajong woman pleading with another on the topic of salvation.

Maybe soon, they won't just see a white who loves them.

Maybe soon, they'll see Jesus.

Silas is all smiles all the time!