Psalm 33:15 He made their hearts, so He understands everything they do.

On Tuesdays and Thursdays we sometimes go to a part of Jinja called Masese, and it's on Lake Victoria, on a hillside. And we feed about 1000 street kids...rice, beans and a fruit, usually a banana or an orange (that isn't really orange, it's more like green or yellow)...it takes about three hours of sitting in the sun on a wooden bench, bent over a huge pot of beans or rice or a bin of fruit. First time I went I had to stop myself from crying. There are so many of them, and when we open the gate they flood in like no tomorrow. There are so many that are so small and I think to myself that no one in America, in their right mind, would let a child that small go out by itself. But it's what they have to do I guess. And as much as I want to smile at every one of them, I can't because we are dishing out food as fast as we can.

We walked home from Masese...it takes over an hour. Alex, me, Adam, Rachel...we get about half way and Alex decided to boda, and offers to loan me small money so I can too...but I decided to walk with Adam and Rachel. So off we go. About half an hours walk from home on Magwa. And it begins to drizzle. And then it begins to hail. And then it begins to pour. Rain. The roads are flooding. But Rachel is just laughing...and soon I was too. "Mzungu! Are you okay? Come in! Out of the rain!"...we say no to about a million of those and just keep walking, through the flooded streets. Soaking wet. Until we got home and Betty brought us towels...and Alex just laughed.

I love it here.