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By Missionary Phyllis Hall in Uganda Josephine is one of our smallest orphans. She came to live with us in December of 2005. This is the story of how God's love can change the lives of people and turn evil into good. When I first came to Soroti in January of 2002, the orphanage was still a vision. I was active in ministry with the children and ladies. As I visited with ladies in the area, I had the opportunity to minister to some who were dying of AIDS. One lady I helped in her last days was named Margaret. When she died, I was contacted and expected to attend the funeral. The day before the funeral has important cultural significance. People gather from near and far to pay their respects. I attended the event with some of our Bible Institute students. We were given the seats of honor, right in front of the casket. On the way home, one of the girls that had accompanied us asked if I had seen the girl with AIDS. I told her that I didn't know what she was talking about. Before the service, some ladies were taunting this girl and telling her that soon she would be like Margaret. The girl broke into tears. I felt moved to find this girl and witness to her. We soon discovered that the girl's name was Vickie. She was 17 or 18 years old. She lived in a remote village off the Moroto Road. At that time I had a little Toyota Corolla. I was afraid that I would tear the bottom out of my car and get stuck. Vickie lived alone in an isolated little hut. She had a year old baby with a small swollen stomach. Although Vickie had suffered alone, that was all about to change. That day, Vickie accepted Christ as her personal Savior. I was unable to visit Vickie and help her like I had helped Margaret, because of her remote village. It was not really a place 22 BIMI WORLD – Number 2, 2009 my car could go. Missionary Jewel Wright took me to visit Vickie one day in her four- wheel drive truck. Vickie was in pain and very uncomfortable and discouraged. We gave her an Ateso Bible, knowing that she could find comfort in the Scriptures. We wrote down some special verses for her. We didn't know that it would be the last time we would see her alive. It did not take very long for Vicki to die. I was surprised when someone came to my compound and informed us of her death. I accompanied Pastor Wright to the funeral. Again we had the seats of honor, but this time there was no casket—just this young woman lying on a mat with a sheet over her body. Even though her body was very thin, and her head was nearly bald, I was struck by her beauty. After the funeral, they put her body in a coffin and drove to the grave. I walked to the place where they had dug her grave. It was some distance away. Along the way, one of the ladies told me Vickie's tragic story. When Vickie was about 15 years old, her sister was living with a man who had AIDS. When Vickie's sister died, the man petitioned the clan to allow Vickie to stay to take care of the baby. He forced Vickie and she eventually became pregnant. In time, both her sister's baby and the man died. Young Vickie was left alone with a baby of her own—sad story. After we buried Vickie, the clan brought Vickie's little baby girl, Josephine, to Pastor Wright. They informed him that Vickie's dying request was for us to raise her baby. I don't think they knew it was in our plan to start an orphanage. Pastor said that we were not legally prepared to start an orphanage yet, but he would try to find someone to take care of Josephine.