Last year, Niclete was just another woman in Uganda living in the slums, trying to provide for her family of growing children, alone. Last year, she did not have a job, or access to maternal health care. Last year, Niclete gave birth to a still-born baby boy, body too twisted.Ā Ā Last week, God redeemed […]
Ā Give thanks for the morning sunrise I am well enough to see. Give thanks for the husband still warm in bed, his arm over his head in dreams. Some days we give thanks because we don’t know what else to do. Because if we truly look we can see the gems shimmering through the
Ā We sidestep trash and puddle-filled stench. We move through the narrow corridor of buildings in the slum. And there in the midst of it all, we find glory. In the small, dark room we huddle. Ā We’ve come to love. To stay. In solidarity. When Niclete starts to sing, tremorous and brave, the women start
Ā Many of you know the struggles we’ve faced the last few months and so many of you have stood with us in prayer. Today I felt like the hand of God reached down from Heaven and answered many tear-soaked prayers. So I just want to say thank you. To God. And to you: I
Ā I see you. God says, as my heart breaks. I know. He says, as I turn into the covers to cry. If you ask Him for compassion, if you ask Him, to help you love. He will blow your heart wide open. Love, such a beautiful thing. But it hurts too. Last week, my
I have to be honest and say its been one of the rougher seasons for me and I am so looking forward to our break in May. It’s been a rough ride (literally) š driving up and down bumpy roads back and forth to Kampala trying to be gracious in the face of persecution, trying
āYou must enter into the rest of God and that, My children, would mean that you have presented to Me those things which trouble you to such an extent of love and faith that you are able, indeed, to enter in.” Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā -Bill and Marsha
“All journeys that really matter start deep inside us.” -Michele Perry, Love Has A Face– I’m learning to live as one who is loved by God. It isn’t easy sometimes to stop and receive when the needs of so many press down on you. But it’s the only way to live, its the only way
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
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
Very rarely do dreams actually come true. So when they happen we have to be careful to stop for a moment, breathe in, and give thanks for the miracle of our lives aligning with our purpose. This has been a journey of deep hope and deep disappointments. A
Ā I awake to a bright dawn in Mbale (ok maybe not as early as dawn) and then I spend a few lovely hours being with God reading and journaling. I am incredibly spoiled. I am loving this brief time of rest after the intensity of Mozambique and before the craziness of Gulu. I wonder
