We visited the North of Uganda again and had been living for a couple of weeks in a South-Sudanese community, when we got to know an elderly widow who lived nearby. She was passing our house almost daily and kept on blessing us with food that she just had harvested: first cassava roots, then sweet potatoes. One morning I said to the Heavenly Father: “ I’d love to eat maize combs roasted on fire.” And guess what, that same morning the old widow came along with fresh maize. God is just wonderful! We were so impressed because this widow did not seem to have a lot for herself, nevertheless she joyously was giving away from the little she had.