Today is one of those days when at the end of it you feel so full, and yet so small in front of Christ. I had woken up as usual and said my morning prayers, but nothing in me moved. Something so hard to take in had happened the night before and I felt myself becoming sad. On my way to school, this sadness filled my heart to the bottom, but deep down there was a cry, a begging, for me to come back to Christ. He is the only one capable of collecting the broken fragments of my life and make it worth living again. The day was my first day in advanced level. On arrival at school, nothing within me changed, and I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Mr. Wandera, Mr. Kawuki, and Mr. Severgini had prepared something to welcome us. This turned out to be the best welcoming party that Christ has ever organized for me. Through this welcome, I realized how true it is that every heartbeat of God is a memory of me. The very first exercise we did was the first blow that woke me up. We were put into groups of three people, two playing cages and one a bird. In these groups, we were to ask ourselves the reason why we had come to school. I joined a group and found myself being questioned by Monica and Patrick about why I am here. I hesitated for a while before answering. For me, it was like Christ was asking why I am searching for him. With this question, my day began afresh, and I paid attention to the rest of the exercise. Reality is truly the master; I do not have to ignore anything, even sadness, because everything reveals to me the true needs that constitute my heart.

Aloyo Gladys, Kampala (Uganda)