A gift from God

Wearied by the weeks behind me, I set out for church last Sunday morning. As I walked, I prayed for the storm in my heart to be stilled and for the confusion in my spirit to be calmed. My first few weeks in Uganda had been pretty rough; I was jet-lagged and lonelier than ever before, I was knocked out by a flu-like sickness for a few days, and my fears kept me questioning if I were to even be in Africa at all. I really needed to hear from God this day.

Inside, as the lively music got underway, a young girl of maybe four years wandered over to me as I sat on the front row. Without a smile, this beautiful little thing ever so casually stopped and stood right beside me, remaining there for most of the singing. Now some of you know me well, and you know what joy a small child brings to my heart. Well, God sure knows me, and as she lingered by my side I thanked him for the gift of her presence. This was very special to me, but I was in awe of God’s goodness when I was later told her name…Gift! Her name was Gift, and she truly was a gift from God to me that day.