It began raining early in the morning, waking me up from my sleep. I laid in bed and prayed that the rain would clear for this was the day that the classrooms would change. A delivery truck full of brand new desks would come to the school. I waited until the last moment, but the rain would not let up - I reluctantly put on rain gear and headed out on the street to search for a motorbike taxi. I knew I would be paying at least twice as much to convince a driver to take me all the way to Mugunga in the rain. I was soaked by the time I got to the school. I could hear the children reciting their lessons and walked up to the school to peek into one of the windows. I soon was choking back tears when I saw all the beautiful desks and children having enough space to work. There were no children crammed onto benches and bent over uncomfortably to write on their papers. There were no longer 4-5 children sharing a desk built for 2. The rain began to clear and I smiled. I did not care that I was soaked - this day was about much more than my personal comfort - it was to celebrate the comfort of these students within their classroom.
I knocked on the second grade classroom door and slowly entered with a surprised look on my face - I asked loudly if the students liked their new desks and cheering erupted. I began hitting the top of a desk and asked again if they liked their new desks - that was all it took and then there was drumming on the desks and loud shouting and clapping from all the students.
“Thank you for the desks!”
“We Love our desks!”
“God bless you!”
I took the time to go to each class and have a celebration with them. Each teacher lost control of his classroom, but was perfectly happy for the interruption this day. I made a point to remind them that it was generous people in the US that had given the money for the desks - not me. And it was God that blessed them with the money so they could bless others. God deserved the credit for getting them their desks, not me.
Thank you for the ones who gave so generously to make this happen - I can not tell you the gratitude our community and school feel. Thank you also to the ones of you who faithfully share my stories and give me a chance to reach even more people. Please continue to let your heart be softened by these stories - for they are not just stories, but lives. The lives of small children that are being changed daily, the lives of parents that are being impacted, the life of a community that continues to grow. You have the power to change lives.