While in Uganda, one little girl changed my life. Abandoned at the age of 2 or 3, Mercy was abused, deaf, neglected, mute, malnourished, and molested. I became her care provider when Watoto took her in. It didn’t take long for me to fall in love with this little girl.
On July 2nd, 2010, Mercy passed away in my arms. It is possible that her death could have been prevented if she access to proper healthcare. At that moment I decided that I needed to finish my nursing degree in the States.
Upon my return, God showed me that there was a reason Mercy died – in order that other children could receive the care they needed.
That is when The Mercy Project became my personal mission statement.
One day, sitting in class, God asked me what I thought was important for a missionary to incorporate in their ministry.
It was no coincidence that it spelled HOPE.
Still in the works!