This is a speech that was given about the Women in Africa
When was the last time that someone told you, that you would be better off going some where and doing something else? It seemed that it would be ok but it still gnawed at your better judgement. Only to find out that it wasn’t as good as you thought? That you should have trusted your instincts!
The people of Northern Uganda were told that they needed to leave their homes and come together to form a bigger group of people and the government would protect them and provide support against the Rebels. These camps were called IDP Internally displaced people camps. But what they found as they gathered was they were not protected, they lost there means of support and they were dependant on a government that would not be able to help them. With all good intentions- these people were still greatly affected by trauma, physical, emotional and mental, caused from that war.
My main role on this trip was to provide training on healing touch to our group and well as scheduling it with Living Hope when we got there.
Our time there was Whirlwind …. We were going from sun up to sun down.
It wasn’t until I got home did I have time to reflect …. And strangely enough - the first thing that came to my mind was, on our last day of pampering at Living Hope, there was a bunch of women that showed up with these purple shirts. I thought was kind of strange considering the environment in Africa – that they all have the same t-shirt – and I was also thinking – they’re so cute – I want one. These women had received these shirts at the opening of this facility. Living Hope facility provides trauma counseling, spiritual discipleship, skills training and empowerment to raise their children and bring change to their communities.
I find it rather interesting that I brought home the thought of these t shirts “Restoring Dignity to Vulnerable Women” That was the saying on the t-shirts.
What I’m thinking is that these women are the spine of that country.
Restoring dignity – The definition of dignity is The state of being worthy of respect.
Let’s backup – let me tell you about these women in Africa ,
Restoring Dignity to Vulnerable women – referring to the trauma they have experienced from the war. They really are no different then you or I and I don’t mean to make light of trauma but trauma is relative. We all have our own definition. Your trauma is different then your trauma.
Restoring dignity
Restoring dignity
Restoring dignity
These women have my respect. Could any of us go thru what they did and function as they do?
Living Hope – respectful, appreciative,
IDP – they were clean, sweep the dirt, they was no waste or junk lying around.
Remember when I mentioned about listening to someone telling you about being better off………
Even though these women had no choice at the time - These women kept their wit about them. They kept their values in tact.
Restoring dignity
I got my shirt. I really wanted the purple shirt with the sparkles on it but this will do. How fitting that I should be wearing this shirt. By seeing these women that we pampered, by seeing and hearing these women at the IDP camps that have lost there children, who had to kill a family member with their own hands, husbands lost to the war – they are the ones working the fields, they are the ones raising their family, they are the ones supporting their family,
They are the ones who experience trauma that we will never experience in our whole lives, ever in a million years.
Those shirts that they were wearing- we all need to be wearing them. We need to wear them because we are the ones that need to work on The state of being worthy of respect
I bow down to these to these women; they have shown me so much,
It makes me think on how pathetic we are with the things that we have and things that we can do and all we want is more. We don’t find what we have worthy, we don’t respect what we have, we are never satisfied.
I went on this mission trip to bring healing touch to these women – that was my mission/ that is my purpose in this world – to show my heart thru my hands. But I went home with their heart in my hands
Where’s your shirt – I have mine!