I had forgotten something until today.
A year ago, when the Invisible Children roadies came to do a screening at my high school, a Ugandan refugee came with them. Her name was Grace. Her story was one that tore by heart a part. The things she had experienced in her young life were things that no human should ever have to face. Her story rekindled my heart for a cause and a calling that God placed there when he made me. The words she spoke inspired me, but they also worried and terrified me.
What if i was never able to accomplish these things and fulfill these dreams I had for myself and for this cause? What if I wasn’t ever able to make it to Uganda and see the hurt with my own eyes and heal it with my own hands? This scared me, I should say scares me, more than anything.
But, today, I was reminded of something Grace told me. Right before she and the roadies got back on the road to make it to their next screening, Grace came up to me, held me close and told me something that filled my spirit.
She said, “Genny, you are going to come to Uganda. You are going to be a part of this and what you all are doing here will have a great impact. You will go to Uganda, I can feel it.”
Grace told me that she could feel God telling her that my friends and I would make a change. That I would go to Uganda one day.
I pray every day that she was right and there is a little voice of hope inside me growing stronger everyday that tells me that she was, she is.
Thank you, Grace. You have changed and impacted so many lives. Mine included.