Saturday, December 22, 2012

Son of a Nutcracker: The Final Push




I have watched, humbled and in awe, over the last 20 days as donations pour in. 25K was a lofty goal, and if I am going to be completely honest I doubted if we would make it even close.

But here we are, with 3 days until Christmas. And a meer $4,210 dollars left to raise!

 This money will help cover the day in and out costs at Ekisa: food, rent, general medical expenses, staff salary, and so on. By giving to Ekisa this Christmas season, you are investing in so many children's lives. 

Christmas is 3 days away....here is how you can help:

STEP ONE // Give


STEP TWO // Share 
Share the Christmas video below, the blog, the story, and so on. Help us get the word out! Sharing is caring :)


STEP THREE // Pray
Last, but certainly not least: PRAY! Pray for the upcoming year, that Ekisa may grow and walk in the Lord's path. Pray for the children: for healing and peace in their lives.

Thank you all. Ekisa would not be able to exist without the generosity of so many of you faithful friends. We love you and wish you a MERRY CHRISTMAS!


And as a gift from us, to you: The Ekisa Nativity play!



Tuesday, December 11, 2012

A Word From Sam



It is a privilege to introduce all of you to Samuel: our hardworking, name-taking community care counselor here at Ekisa!  Sam has become such a vital part of the Ekisa team, and has come alongside of us to help and empower families who are caring for children living with disabilities. So I am going to let Sam have the floor, and he is going to share with you about his life and why he is such a perfect fit to work along side of us here at Ekisa.

Ha ha ha …….Hey every one out there, my name is Sam and I am 30 years…PHEW!

Perhaps you are surprised at how happy I am, but this happiness was born out of the sadness and fear that has lingered in my heart all my life. Not so many years ago, I sat opposite a doctor while he confidently informed me that I was not likely to reach the age of 25.  He did make sure to clarify that I might live to 25, but I would certainly not live beyond 30.

Sorry Doc. I guess God just proved you wrong! I celebrated my 30 birthday in October 2012.

Lets start from the beginning. I first found out that I had sickle cell when I was around 12 years old. This does not mean that I hadn’t suffered a crisis before this diagnosis. By age 12 I had experienced hell from my own body. The daily body aches, pains, malaria, sleepless nights, uncountable tensions plagued me most of my life.  To make matters worse people around me, including health workers, lacked compassion for what I was going through. These were very trying and lonely moments for me. To this day, I can’t say how many times I doubted and wondered whether I would wake up the next morning.

I remember my mom once sending me all by my self to the Sickle Cell Clinic at Uganda’s National Referral Hospital. I remember the Doctor asking me how I felt along with other typical questions. I also remember the Doctor asking me if I had any question for him. All I remember asking him was what do you call the sickness that I am suffering from? I still hear his voice whenever I think about this particular conversation. He said it was called Sickle Cell.

I want to share a bit about my family. I am second of seven children. Three of us are boys and the other four are girls. Three of us are affected and living with Sickle Cell. I am Ugandan, from the Eastern part of the country. Growing up my parents and siblings were so good with me helping me with things when I needed it. My family always helped me make the right choices. Now that I am older, as I look back I see that they were always fighting on my side. Now that I am a councilor I at times draw from these experiences while doing my work.

I honestly can’t say I had planned to work at Ekisa. All I know is that I am extremely fortunate to work here. Working at Ekisa is like a dream come true. Before Ekisa I had worked in different organizations, but I had never felt a sense of self-worth, freedom, and fulfillment with which I feel at my work.

A typical day at work for me at Ekisa is helping clients make good choices and helping them stay safe. My clients mostly are children with disabilities and parents/caretakers of children with disabilities. I counsel most of my clients in general life aspects, but most importantly I counsel my clients to embrace disability. I help them accept disability as just part of who someone is and also help them understand that they can live life to its fullest regardless of the disabilities they or their child may have. Most of the times my workday is not the same routine - there is always something or someone new so that helps keep my career interesting. With the nature of my job, my work can bring on lots of stress and could make it quite easy for me to enter a painful crisis, but I don’t let things really get me stressed. My bosses along with my colleagues are very supportive, and are able to help me process and work through stressful situations.

At Ekisa one of the driving philosophies is that there is more to our lives than our disabilities. Focusing and believing that you can become whoever you want to be is crucial to the work we do.

My bosses, Emily and Emily, are very understanding people, and they both feel that a person’s health ought to come first before work. They have a unique desire to help people living with disabilities.  On several occasions when I return for work after a crisis they both often ask if I am fine. I always reply that I feel fine but automatically I am asked again whether I am really sure I am fine - because if am not fine then I can take another day off.  The nurse, Erika, at Ekisa is a true gift - I cant find the right words to describe her. To me she is what any patient would wish for in a nurse. Many of my coworkers most of the time don’t understand what a crisis is but regardless of that fact whenever I am not feeling my best everyone is really helpful.

Often during my work, I look back and still think about many of us in the third world countries where most of us die like ants due to the lack of resources, education, and funds to buy medicine. This frustrates and makes me want to cry, especially when I think of what I went through as a child. With organizations like Ekisa coming up in third world countries like Uganda there is hope for people living with disabilities.

Once my lecturer asked me whether sickle cell had limited me in any way? He asked me how I coped and reached my goals?  Sickle Cell has not limited anything in my life. Making sure I am on top of things helps when I do fall sick and go into a crisis. Which means going for all my checkups, drinking lots of water, sleeping under a treated mosquito net, having family members that support me, and above all watching movies and playing my crappy Play Station 2! All of these things all have played a major role in my health. I think having Sickle Cell has made me a stronger person. Being able to do things that family and doctors said I couldn’t do have helped build my self worth. That’s what has helped me reach my goals.

I have devoted myself entirely to helping people with Sickle Cell and those living with other forms of disabilities. I am determined to work, and if I have to do my work while I am limping in pain I will. I have had my share of pain and humiliation. I want to work my best through Ekisa to help whoever I can help.

God Bless every one out there!

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Princess Zuena



“Are you scared?” I ask her, as she lies on my chest.
Her head nods yes against me.

“You don’t need to be scared. Jesus loves you, sweet girl and He will never leave you. When you get scared, just pray.”


A year ago, Zuena stormed into our lives and hearts with all her sass.

A week ago, Zuena entered those pearly gates forevermore.

For months we have watched this little princess suffer from a failing heart. More than once we said our “goodbyes” not thinking she would make it another 24 hours. This girl has known suffering intimately over her short little life. More than once my tears freely flowed from my face to her cheek as we lay in the hospital bed, as I prayed she would just keep breathing.

And she did. We watched God bring Zuena back from the brink of death multiple times. And against all odds, the last few weeks she was slowly getting better.

Before Zuena came to Ekisa, she was under the supervision of a wonderful family support organization here in Jinja. After all efforts were made to keep Zuena healthy and in her family it had become obvious that she would not live much longer with the current conditions. This is when they reached out to us for help. A decision was made between Ekisa and Zuena's family to continue her care here. This was not a decision we took lightly, and we believe that keeping parents involved in their child's life is crucial. So Zuena's dad, Eddy, slowly became part of our family. Eddy shamelessly loved his daughter. He would frequently come visit her at the house or in the hospital. Once, when Zuena was in the hospital, our counselor Sam went to go find him to tell him things had taken a turn for the worse and he needed to come to say goodbye. Eddy saw Sam walking down the hill from the lake where he fishes everyday, immediately he dropped everything, and started in a dead sprint to his house to pack a bag to go. By the time Sam caught up to him, he was packed, changed, and ready to leave! It was a privilege to stand in the gap for Eddy in the care of his daughter, and a blessing to see his fierce love for Zuena. Over the last few weeks, he was overjoyed at the improvement Zuena had made.

We all had begun to have hope.

But on Wednesday last week, our hope took a new form as Zuena took her last breath. Our hopes of her having another good “6 or 7 months” transformed into the hope that she is whole and dancing at the feet of Jesus.

Despite this new hope, my hands beat the cement floor in anger, questioning God and His sovereignty over suffering for the hundredth time over the last few months.

And all my questions, they have one answer: Because the battle has been won. Christ is coming to make all things new.

We have a Father who is oh so familiar with grief. He watched his own son bear the cross for our sins. But I still question. I get angry and beat my hands on the floor. I throw a tantrum, and while doing so know full well that I am going to crawl back to the Truth and cling to that hope once I am done. But I kick and scream anyway, because sometimes, you just have to beat your fists on the floor. Because coffins just shouldn’t be made that small. Because the children under your roof have said goodbye to 4 brothers and sisters in 18 months. Because fathers shouldn't bury their 6 year olds. Because we live in a fallen world, and things are just screwed up.

So beat those fists if you must. But come back…come back and pitch your tent in the land of Hope. Hope of a day where tears will be no more.

Hope of a day where I see Zuena again – whole and complete in Christ.

And friends, please pray that Zuena's dad finds that same hope in all of this.

When Zuena breathed her last breath, my hands held her head. Her eyes met mine and I didn’t see fear, I saw hope.

Rest in peace, sweet girl.



Monday, December 3, 2012

25k in 25 days.


25k in 25 days.

Last year, we asked mountains to be moved. 

With your help, we raised $12,000 dollars in 12 days. It was a true Christmas miracle. 

With your help again, this year we hope to raise $25,000 dollars in 25 days. This money will help us cover our monthly basics: food, rent, salary for staff, etc.


So….here is how this is going to work.

STEP ONE: PRAY
Pray for hearts to be moved, and that through this fundraiser His name be glorfied.

STEP TWO: GIVE
We know the economy is tight right now…but even a little goes a long way. No gift is too small. I know some of you look at $25,000 dollars and think you can’t help – it is just not true! If 1000 people give just $25 dollars – we would have our 25K! That is as simple as giving up a week of coffee.

STEP THREE: SHARE
If you can’t give financially, share Ekisa’s story. This is far more valuable than money. The more people there are praying and supporting us, the more we can accomplish through Christ. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Blogs...heck - shout it from the rooftops for all we care! Just spread the word.

An Ekisa Christmas: 25k in 25 Days from Ekisa Ministries on Vimeo.

25 Days
1,000 people giving $25 dollars
or
250 people giving $100 dollars

Whether you can give $2 dollars or $2,000, 
you can help Ekisa get our Christmas miracle.

Please go to www.ekisa.org/donate to make a contribution. 



By giving to Ekisa you are embracing this God-ordained season of giving, which is the very heart of our heavenly Father; to give to and to love unconditionally the least of these. Thank you


May your Christmas season be filled with the joy and wonder that is found in Christ our Savior!

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

The Battle Has Been Won


I have been quiet on here lately…it’s been a season of staying busy and laying low.

There has been much I have wanted to share....yet more often than not words have failed. We are surrounded by beautiful mess – messy lives, messy families, sticky situations, and hard decisions.

However I desire to share these lessons bestowed upon me…lessons little lives have taught me about God’s sovereignty. Yet I desire to respect each child and parent’s privacy. These are their stories…and somehow I have been given a platform to share them.

So I have been laying low & learning. And I have come to a realization….

Life is messy. Life is broken. God is sovereign.

I will continue to respect the person behind each story...sharing only is appropriate and respectful. But I will try not be so silent anymore. For every life is messy and broken, and every life belongs to a sovereign Lord. So, bear with me as I am learning.

Today I want to share with you the story of baby M.



We have known baby M since he was a week old. In October his Mother came to us, desperate for help. M was born with Spina Bifida, Hydrocephalous, and Clubbed Feet.

A long, lonely road was ahead for this little one and his Mom…and since October we have walked along that narrow path with them  to make that road a little less lonely…a little more bearable. The road has had its hills and valleys, but lately his Mom just stopped walking that road. We prayed, we sought counsel on her behalf, then we prayed some more.

But like I said….life is broken.  We continued to intervene on behalf of baby M for as long as we could, until sickness and neglect put his life in danger.  After consulting with others, it became apparent if M spent much longer in the care of his Mom, he would die.

So, this little boy came to stay with us. We spent countless hours feeding him, all through the night. Medicine pumped through his little body hourly fighting off nasty infections and malaria. Prayers were whispered over this sweet one by many. And slowly but surely his tiny body gained strength.

“Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you." Deuteronomy 31:6

The Lord will never leave or forsake M.  We have seen that beautifully in his little life.  But I have to keep reminding myself…the Lord will never leave or forsake his Mother either. He chose Rose to be M’s mom…He chose her for a reason. And we have to remind ourselves Rose needs the Love of Jesus just as much as her son.

It didn't make sense to me how a mother could just let her son get sick to the point of being days from death, despite free treatment. And honestly and sinfully it didn’t really seem to make much sense to keep trying and pouring our energy to make this family work and reunite Rose and M.

Then I gave this situation to Jesus...and prayed. What was whispered to my heart brought to me to my knees. It doesn’t make ANY sense why God continues to keep lavishing His grace upon me….a broken messy sinner. I surely don’t deserve second chances, and I get them often...along with third, fourth, and fifth chances. I surely don’t deserve forgiveness, yet it is bestowed upon me. I certainly didn’t deserve Jesus dying on the cross for my sin.

You see, Rose and I….we aren’t so different. In fact, we are the same. In so many ways.

So, we are going to continue loving Rose, counseling her, and empowering her. It may work, it may not. But if we can get Rose back on her feet maybe….just maybe she can be the Mother that M deserves. 

We pray it works…because the world doesn’t need any more broken families. So we pray and He fights for us. The Lord will fight against a system which seems to favor broken families. He will fight against stigma. And He will keep fighting until each child is seen as fearfully and wonderfully made. 

For the battle has already been won.

We humbly ask you to join in prayer with us. Prayer for Rose, M, and their family. For Rose to have a spirit of maturity. For wisdom and discernment if and when M will be reunited with Rose. For strength as we fight what seems an impossible fight…and wisdom to know when we need to just be still.
  

Friday, October 12, 2012

JoJo: A True Gift

Photo by the amazing Jackie Kramlich 


“Jojo is coming back today?” she asks…her eyes full of hope.

“No babe, he is in Heaven with Jesus,” I reply.

She nods her head and says “Okay.”


Just when I think my heart can’t break anymore, it does.

Life here is raw. You love deep, and hurt hard. I have tried to write this blog hundreds of times, and hundreds of times I opened up the page to stare at the blank, crisp, white emptiness. Ironically, after several weeks of procrastinating I am writing again with little Zuena sleeping on my chest…her heart fighting every pump to give life to her little body. And I am reminded again, for the hundredth time over the last few months: Jesus is the one who gives us life.

And Jesus has better plans than I do…even when my heart hurts and I don’t understand why…God is sovereign. He is HOLY. Yet this world is broken and fallen. And we must come to the realization that some things may just not make sense this side of Heaven. And it is hard. And we grieve. But we do all we all of that and more in hope…hope that our Savior is coming back. That tears will be no more. And we know that right now in the hurt and pain, our God is sovereign.

But in my flesh I am crying out this was NOT supposed to be how we said goodbye to Jojo…it was never supposed to be like this. But none of this is how it was supposed to be: we live in a fallen world. So I cling to the feet of our Savior, knowing He knows great love and great loss. Knowing He is in this I cling to His feet, and cling to the promise that one day I will see Jojo again.

When words failed me at the service we held, a dear friend spoke for me. She spoke of Jojo’s zeal for life – for he was not distracted by the unimportant things. He loved whoever was in front of him, and loved them WELL.  He expressed himself vibrantly, with such spunk and spirit. He rarely missed an opportunity to make someone laugh or give a wonderful snuggle.  He could be such a stubborn little stinker, and then just seconds later would turn on his charm and have you laughing non-stop.  He was full of life and love. Jojo made such an impact on those who were lucky enough to sit down and spend time in his presence.  Sometimes I think Jesus was just so ready for His little bundle of joy to be home and make the angels laugh. 

People ask me how I am doing. And honestly, I don’t know. September was a month of grieving, a month of remembering, a month of trusting Him more than ever.  I am coming up for air…and the waves keep crashing down. So right now I am trying to best honor Jojo and all that he taught me. To love better. To stop and remember the small things. To not get caught up in to-do lists, emails, and business, but to see those in front of me. To take time and love…and love well. 

Confused, she asks again, “Jojo is in Heaven?”

“Yes” I reply, heavy hearted as we repeat this over again.

“He’s in heaven?  With Selina?!"  And then she yells to one of our sweet staff members, "MAMA SARAHHHH JOJO IS IN HEAVENNNNN WITH SELINA!!"



And I am reminded, He is here.

Calling me to love well and honor all He gives…and all He takes away.

He is teaching me and He is teaching these little ones the Way, the Truth, and Life. He calls me to keep loving and pouring myself out, and keep looking up. He is in this, in all of it.

And He is oh so good.