This page has been staring at me. Asking me to say something. Some of you have been asking. For something. And I'm just not sure what to say.
So I load up my Bible, My Journal, My Mac and head to Panera before church. And sit here and stare at it. Maybe it's the super loud northern family with the 4 kids running (literally) around and the 2 grandparents that decide they have to be super loud as they talk to their children that are distracting me. Maybe it's that I don't want to ramble to much and too long (too late) with trying to piece together my Uganda trip. Maybe it's that it is too close to my heart right now to share with the world. (I've shared with a few close peeps- with another couple on the way this week).
I will share this- Moses. His story is more than you think it was/is.
Uganda-it is more than I know it is.
America- it continually frustrates me. The more I read God's word. The more I get frustrated this side of Heaven. But I love my crazy country.
My Peeps- You are dear to my heart. I enjoy your investment in my life. Nothing like some pool time, laughter with and at you, and a good dinner a time or 4 a week 🙂 You bless me. And for those of you who speak 1 sentence in the midst of a conversation that speaks deeply to my heart (voice of God type sentence) thank you. And for being a sounding board. Thank you.
I will give you some more pictures I did not previously share…
Buloba Community Church has moved up a little in the past 2 years.
I have always joked about "Chicken Tonight" in Kampala. Last day- last meal…they took me to Chicken Tonight. I had a vegetable samosa (i wasn't up for fried prior to 20 hrs of travel) and a Mirinda Fruity.
Olive in the backseat with all our kid stuff and mattresses we bought at the market. Sweet Olive.
The teacup table in Amseterdam. I couldn't get a picture of me in one…but it was fun. It was open on one side and had a table in the middle. Next time you are in Schipol Airport…i suggest it. It brings back good and nauseating memories of Disneyworld/land. ha
I found it highly ironic that i sported a "Don't Conform" shirt while i sit in a middle class house in a upper scale Kampala neighborhood with my Columbia pants and Choco sandals…
My sweet sponsor Child Rahman. I gave him a ton of stuff- cars, clothes, books, coloring books, a backpack, shoes…and at the end of our meeting he reaches down in his big pile of stuff and pulls out the little photo album i gave him- of my family and a picture of him and me from last trip. Oh how it made my heart smile. So many "things" are unimportant. A little kid in the "bush" in Buloba knows these things. It brings tears to my eyes now. (i have to write my kids more!)
Resty and her grandmother Ruth. I gave her this dress 2 years ago..either she never wears it or she sure has been taking good care of it. Or maybe both. I love this sweet quiet kid.
Sweet Fiona's house. The little kids weren't so sure about the white lady…
Piper's child- Catherine's house. At least 4 people live here. Amazing.
I promise I will have something to say soon. For some of you- you can thank me for the break from my rambling anytime. 🙂
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