“…to comfort all who mourn and provide for those who grieve in Zion– to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of […]
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More and more I am convinced that the only way to effect change in Uganda is to focus on the heart. To focus on healing. And to focus on raising up a generation that has the Kingdom of God first in their life. No matter how much
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I can’t really describe what it feels like to be crush-hugged by a screaming group of women and children. Or what it feels like to walk into a home, my home in Gulu and see it so alive when just a year ago it was empty, without the sounds of little feet, or women laughing
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We were featured in a news article about our Photo Empowerment Project with formerly abducted girls.
THROUGH HER EYES PHOTOGRAPHY EXHIBIT Do you love photography? Do you have a venue to host our exhibit? OR maybe you love event planning :)We are working on our second photo exhibit. This time we will feature the work of photographer J Moses Ceaser, who ran two photography workshops for our girls as part of
(Barbara, one of our Congolese girls who God has radically transformed!) (me holding a very frightened baby ) I’m going to be really honest with you. If you haven’t already figured it out already, being a missionary here in northern Uganda is not easy. You wake up to goats crying in the morning, a
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So I had an amazing day in Gulu today, which averaging out with most days here, is a pretty big deal. Usually you get about two out of the ten things that you wanted to get done in a day and most often not with the result you intended. So I have to share God’s
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I have felt a change coming for a long time now. I knew I could not keep up the frenzied pace I was running at, nor did I want to. I would read the words of Jesus that said “My yoke is easy, and my burden is light,” but every night I was falling into
There was a lot of singing. Singing in a language I do not understand, but could decipher through the laughter and uplifted hands. Someone translated a line for me: “Tell Pharaoh we are not going back to Egypt.” This is the beginning of a new life. A life safe from groping hands. Safe from the
Caught in the crossfire of bullets they only wanted to survive it. To outrun the cycle of war, rape, and the blaze of huts as they were destroyed. They promised them safety. A future. Maybe even a marriage. A truck out of hell, out of the heart of darkness. But it would cost them something.
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Sometimes we wonder why we do what we do. Things get tough. Doing it on your own with little to affirm you. Life is not perfect in a family of eighteen where fights can start over who left the bicycle out or who drank the last of the water. Sometimes it seems the problems outweigh
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(me with our latest addition to the family 🙂 After 15 hours of labor in a hospital that supplied little more than a table for giving birth… here we are. Florence was living in a camp before we found her, abandoned and pregnant. She had no family support. Now she lives with me and had
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