Ok so I haven’t left to find the source of the Nile yet. But I leave tomorrow to hop on a bus towards an unknown destination (star trek music fades in.) I finally read the comments you guys have been posting. It’s kind of amazing to me that people actually read this thing. I’m sort […]
The shadow of the banana tree leaves dancing on the courtyard wall. The guitar chords strummed softly in the house, the birds of different colors chiming in with the sound. The sun’s long afternoon rays lazily alighting the tile floors, the rhythmic scrubbing of the muddy brush against the walls, the water dripping off the banisters,
They really love Shakira here in Uganda…she’s playing again! And her hips don’t lie. I’m in Uganda now. I left the missionary I was working with, or rather, was asked to leave due to my voicing some concerns about a colonialist mentality within the organization that I couldn’t abide by. Ha, guess you either love me
I’m African now…yep, I went ahead and got braids. Brilliance or mistake? Will find out.
Every morning I shut off my alarm about six times, pull my ear plugs out of my ears, untangle myself from my mosquito net, roll over and somewhere in there ask God to give me the people he wants me to help that day. Some of us like to call them “divine
I have been country hopping which is why I have been so silent. I tell you, I may not be that in love with America, but right about now I am missing our high-speed internet 🙂 And showers. Funny story: We arrived in Rwanda and are staying at an apartment complex which is fairly nice.
The ability that children have to touch our hearts is truly astounding. The way they carry the face of God to us in their embraces, and in their innocence is why Jesus said let the children come to me…because I think he could see His Father in
I saw this gorgeous baby with her mother who was selling pears by the road and had to take a picture…of course she closed her eyes at that exact moment 🙂 It is night now, the curtains half-parted and the screen
Uganda has been called the “Pearl of Africa,” and when I stepped off the plane onto the tarmac, felt the warm sticky breeze and saw the green hills, I felt that the saying was true. Or maybe I was just so glad to be on land that anything looked good to me after two days
The Chronicles of Sarita’s Longest Time It’s Ever Taken To Plan A Trip–Take One I thought about putting my blog in pink, since red wasn’t available and it’ll probably take me about a month to figure out how to change my settings or I might mooch off a computer nerd. I felt the pressure to
