It has been a week since sweet 10 year old Grace breathed her last and inhaled the Glory of Heaven. I've found myself wondering here and there what her first moments were like...her legs that could no longer hold her up had instant ability to run and the struggle to breathe was instantly met with what must have been the most amazing breath. Was she surprised by the sudden strength that surged through her new body or was it the last thing on her mind as her eyes lifted up and felt the physical touch of Jesus and their eyes met for the first time face to face. Did her soul inhale in wonder or was it an exhale of relief? Relief from the physical suffering that had so defined the last several years of her life. Death often brings questions and walking with a girl so young only seemed to stir up wonders in my own heart.
equally quiet. And yet.. even in her quietness, there was a notable resolve. No one accompanied her. No one sat next to her to wait to be seen. She had simply come because she knew she needed help.
And yet, it was one of the only places in Uganda that has working dialysis machines.