A letter from Grace Nsubuga
My Father is not dead!!
I used to think that my father was not alive until my aunt recently told me that he is living on the Islands of Lake Victoria.
I asked what he was doing, and she said he raises cows for someone. I really did not understand how a man who was once rich, who lived in Kampala (capital city), is now on the Island (poor) doing nothing but raising someone’s cows!!
I remembered those good days when I was still called a child at home, and compared those days to all the time I started struggling as a teen—left on my own!!!!!!!!
I was asking where in this life will I ever find someone to take charge of my life? For this life had become meaningless. I felt unloved and I saw no reason for living.
Nevertheless, I am now feeling loved again. Pastor John, the man God used to fetch me out of all my mess, recently after the Bible Club hugged me and told me, “I love you.”
To some of you this will not make sense, yet it has become my best day since I joined the Nkumba Ministry.
To my dear sponsor, you mean a lot to me, and may God bless you so many times. Sometimes I sit in class among many other students, and this makes me feel loved again.
All my hopes were gone and I was left on my own, but today I feel I matter. You have made me a somebody. Please pray for me that I will pass well my studies and serve the Lord and our world well.
But I am like an olive tree
flourishing in the house of God;
I trust in God’s unfailing love
for ever and ever.
I will praise you forever for what you have done;
in your name I will hope, for your name is good.
I will praise you in the presence of your saints. Psalm 52:8-9