We did a Girl’s Camp in June with 50 girls for 3 days to grow in their walk with Christ. We decided to do another one on a smaller scale. On January 4th we had Girl’s Day. It was just one day of teaching and fellowship for young women. Samuel, Mary, and I invited 4 churches from different villages to attend. Moglaa Baptist Church hosted the program, and the main speaker was Reverend Elizabeth. Her husband is pastor of that church.
We wanted to start at 9 am so we told the participants it would start at 8:30 hoping that by 9 they would really come. Well…at 9am…no one was there. At 9:45 one person was there. And, by 10:30 we started the program. So many things lead to people being late. One, maybe the motorking to pick the girls up was not on time. Two, maybe the girls themselves were not ready. Three, who ever starts on time here? You’d think after all the years living here, I would let this roll off my back, HA! It still is annoying. Yet, 70 girls showed up.
We started and Rev. Elizabeth spoke on Colossians 1:27-29. She was great. She had such passion. I could tell she wanted these gals to grow into maturity with Christ. I could see she wanted them to make wise choices. I don’t often see concern for young women like the way this woman was sharing her heart.
Samuel and I arranged meals for the girls in “to go” packs and so we enjoyed a break for lunch. Then I spoke, continuing the same message Rev. Elizabeth shared. I spoke about God’s will and how we can know God’s will and how His Spirit helps us to do His will. Then we had time for questions. Good questions about life choices, marriage, dating and church issues.
Because we started so late, Mary was not given time to do her talk. But we didn’t want the girls getting back to their village so late. I guess we will have to save it and do another one!
In my car on the way home, I had Mary and 3 girls. I always like asking: What was the worst part? What was the best part? Everyone said the worst part was starting so late. For the best part: One said Rev. Elizabeth’s talk, one said Sister Wunizooya’s talk, and one said Sister Wunizooya’s song. The song I spontaneously threw in because after lunch when I spoke people got tired and sleepy. I noticed girls dozing off, so I made us sing a little song that I learned in AWANA so many years ago to pep them up again. (It worked!)
The day went so well. I told Rev. Elizabeth I would love to do another program with her. The church said anytime we would want to do another one they would welcome us. The motorkings took all the girls home safely. God’s Word went out. Fellowship was shared. Samuel, Mary and I praised God!
We used money from the Vulnerable Women’s Project to make this program possible. Thanks to everyone who donated!