The African Children's Choir

May 19th 2010 ended much the same way May 19th 2011 started. Heavy gray clouds dumping their contents on us students as we sloshed our way to class. The reason that day is so clear in my memory is because that was the day I miscarried our baby. A year ago today. Today I can't help but think about the "what if's". Boy or girl? We'd have a four month old. What would she look like? But you know, even in something like this we can trust our Father's faithful heart that it is good and He has everything under control.
On a different note. A couple of us students got got to go see The African Childrens Choir last night. It was the best! As soon as they came running up onto the stage with their shining gorgeous smiles my heart just melted! These kids have lost either one or both of their parents. They were growing up in poverty stricken slums in Uganda. The organization Music for Life has a school where the children live and learn.



They sang some songs in English but most of what they sang was in different African languages. The children are all between 8 and 12 years old.

 Each of the children shared their name and what they wanted to be when they grew up.

 "Hello, my name is Deborah and when I grow up I want to be an artist!"

"Hello, my name is Bob and I want to be a pilot when I grow up."

This little boy said "Hello, my name is Geoffrey and I want to be a president when I grow up."

The choir director is a beautiful lady who grew up in one worst slums in Uganda before she became part of the Chirldren's Choir. She was able to go to collage and is now a qualified interior decorator.

 Man, these little dudes were AMAZING on these drums!

At one point the kids said "We've heard some of you would like to adopt us. But we want to go home and make a difference there." And they do! They are sponsored all through school and collage and many go on to become doctor, lawyers, teachers and nurses.

It was a great night but totally made me miss Africa so much!