By Guest Blogger, Melissa Harris

I’m home from my mission trip to Uganda, a trip that changed my life. The jet lag has finally worn off. I would have written sooner, but as I’ve been reflecting, God has been speaking to me. 

While in Uganda, I watched God move gently yet powerfully through the other women I traveled with, Rescue One More’s Ugandan team, and the young survivors Rescue One More serves.

God showed me a deeper meaning of faith. He showed me how faith is hope. 

First, it was through a miraculous intervention of God that on our second day, we narrowly avoided an intersection where a suicide bomber on a motorcycle was gunned down. His vest, which was covered with bombs, exploded, killing him and the person riding behind him. (It was Martyr’s Day in Uganda, and we’re told the suicide bomber planned to drive his motorcycle into a church.)

But God.

In His goodness, we were not rattled or shaken. To the contrary, a steadiness fell over our group, and we felt more convicted that we were doing what God had brought us to Uganda to do. 

My team carried on, visiting the homes of young survivors. We heard their parents share their stories, encouraged them, and prayed with them. I left a little bit of my heart with them. 

We spent the next two days going to the safe houses where young survivors begin their healing journeys. At the safe houses, they receive medical care, counselling, food, shelter, friendship, support, and safety.

So many layers of support are poured into each girl. A team surrounds them. And the team, they are true superheroes.