Today we only worked a half day because it is Saturday. The clinic was fairly light so we were able to walk about the area and interact with the children. They love to have their picture taken and look at it on the screen on my camera. That sight would make a great picture, their smiling faces, giggles as they see themselves!

As I was walking a short distance from the clinic, I could hear this beautiful singing, and drums playing. I came upon a mud "building" with a tarp roof, the Adventist church built by refugees, in the camp. Inside this tiny space, there must have been at least 50 people singing and dancing, praising God. I am always humbled by the African spirit, their faith. It is truly inspiring. Immediately, a young man who could speak English, welcomed me. "Please come in and hear the word of God, I will translate for you", he offered. You rarely meet a stranger here. I slipped in the side door, to be discreet, but there was nothing to do about my glowing white skin! Ian joined me and soon we were clapping along with them. After the song, prayers followed, with all the women kneeling on the ground before us, babies on their backs. I cannot describe to you, accurately, the scene before me or the feelings it stirred. I found myself praying for the people before me, and that I would not soon forget them upon returning to the comfort of my American life. I prayed that I will be the hands and feet of Christ, an ambassador for them at home. And I thanked God for that moment in my life.

Tomorrow is Mother's Day. I will miss my mom and miss sharing the day with her, Bethany and my sisters. I am blessed to have such wonderful women in my life! Happy Mother's Day to all "mamas" everywhere. Mungu akubariki!