Luke and Eliza live quietly in Wankuula village, tucked away from the noise of the modern world, where many have forgotten the beauty of simple living. Their days unfold slowly, shaped by challenges that would overwhelm many. Luke, with only one eye fully functioning, can no longer do the heavy work he once did as a young man. Instead, he spends his days caring for their little one, holding the child close with a tenderness that reveals both strength and surrender. Their home may be small and worn, but the love inside it is steady and warm.
Eliza works tirelessly beside him, weaving baskets with skillful hands that tell stories of years spent fighting to keep her family afloat. She often smiles through the struggle, even though she admits it takes two or sometimes three months to find a buyer for a single basket. Each sale feels like a miracle, a small breakthrough in a world that rarely notices the silent battles of the poor. Yet she keeps weaving, keeps hoping, keeps trusting that God sees her labor even when people pass her by.
Despite the hardship, this couple carries a humility that softens the heart. They face each day with courage—Luke cradling the baby, Eliza bending over her work, both giving all they can with what little they have. Their home is marked not by material wealth but by a resilience that speaks louder than words. Their commitment to each other is a quiet sermon, a reminder that love and endurance still matter in a world that moves too fast to notice.
When JFM visited this humble family, joy filled the small compound. Food, prayer, and encouragement were delivered with open hearts, and Luke and Eliza received them with gratitude beyond measure. In their smiles, one could see hope rekindled. JFM’s visit did more than provide a meal—it reminded this family that God has not forgotten them, that kindness still finds its way to the humble, and that even in the most hidden corners of Wankuula village, His love continues to reach the broken and the brave.
About Author
