Memories of a Special Boy

Although my trip to Uganda was five months ago, the images that fill my mind are still so vivid. This is one face that stays in my mind. Patrick. A little boy orphan who lives in the Nsambya Babies Home. I saw so much potential in this boy, yet, in reality he has no chance at a good life. I wake up every morning and feed my kids a good breakfast, scurry them off to school and then meet them in the afternoon, usually with some kind of homebaked goody, fix them a hot homecooked dinner, read to them, snuggle them and kiss them goodnight I can't help to think of the injustice of it all. This boy is just as loved by my Father in Heaven as my own boys. Why then, is he so unlucky? I don't know. It's a question I haven't been able to find the answer to yet. Maybe I never will. But what am I left with? A hole in my heart longing for this boy to be my own. What is he left with? Well, nothing really. Hope that he'll be fed tomorrow, fear, abandonment, deprivation, anger, hunger.. I love you Patrick.............................if you could be mine I would make it happen. Until then, all I can do is pray for you that you will find some peace in your life.