Kapapala loosely translates to big bum and that’s what they’ve called this little girl since she arrived a few months ago.  Apparently there’s a tribe in Uganda of people enjoying a generous measure of back side and they’re universally identified by that one trait.  This little girl wasn’t old enough to say her name but her big bum gave her away so they called her Kapapala.

The first two times I visited “M”, little Kapapala shied away from me.  She wouldn’t let me near her, much less pick her up to love on her.  Eventually she relented and soon after picking her up she was asleep on my chest.  That became a weekly thing, Kapapala taking a snooze while I carried her around.  I think she’d never found rest in her life, never been held in a way that felt safe enough for really drifting off.

I’m told they found Kapapala’s mother so she’s been removed from “M” and is now back in her mother’s care which means she’s probably back on the streets with an upturned hand.  There’s no rest for the weary in Uganda and if your life has you on the streets, the younger you are the harder you must work.

Come to me, all you who are weary and heavy burdened and I will give you rest. How loving the thought, how gracious the offer!  Dear Lord, please keep Kapapala safe in someone’s arms until she’s old enough to find yours.