Widow's Light
Standing in awe.
Well, nothing ever goes as it seems. And I think that it’s a good thing, for me anyways. It keeps me on my toes, always guessing and definitely not comfortable. So, I have been trying to get to Nyakigera for the last couple days, but things keep coming up. Like the head office of ACTS in Canada wanted me to type up an article for the up coming newsletter, as well as send over some pictures. So I got busy doing that, and fussing with the internet, as I told you in the previous blog, and trying to get them sent. So today I figured I could get over there. But no, God had another plan. I was told to wait. I was going to try and get public transport, but it really didn’t feel like a good plan. And so I clean up at Canada House, charged my phone and made some lunch. Just as I was sitting down to eat, my phone rang and it was Coleb, a worker from the Nyakigera camp. He told me he knew someone with a motorcycle that could come and pick me up, so I was to wait as he would be there “any time”. I was relieved at that, because I was feeling sketched out and discouraged at the thought of finding a matatu that was going in the right direction and then a boda boda, for the like 6,000 shillings I had left. So I ate my lunch and awaited my ride. But he never came, I later received a text from Apollo, the head honcho, at Nyakigera camp, and he said he’s coming into town tomorrow so I should just wait until then. So I decided to go into town and try again at sending some pictures to Canada, checking my email, and updated my blog. Well I only checked my email, as blogger wouldn’t open and then the power went out, and I was feeling really sick again. I went to the clinic, as I felt like I was going to throw up or pass out, and got my 3rd or 4th was it, malaria test. It was negative. But I started taking some antibiotics because I’ve got the good old frequent bathroom blessing. Well on the way into town I had noticed as I boda’d by the University Baptist Church, that they were having a prayer/bible study meeting from 5:30 to 6:30. So I decided to stop by there. It was really nice, a circle of chairs outside on a patio looking over a big valley and rolling hills. (I love Ugandan landscapes) They were going through Psalm 119, and reflecting on each verse. It was nice. But at the end, we had prayer requests, and we went around and voiced our requests. I requested for more break through, and continuing on this path of breakthrough that I am on, and more intimacy with God, like clearer two way communication. There was another guy there, Evans, and he started talking about how he’s very up in down in his faith, when he’s up he’s up and when he’s down he’s down. Then he started talking about how he has this anger issue, and he’s had it for a long time etc. Then I got the “nudge”. “You have to pray for him.” I was like, ok, no problem, I can say a prayer in the circle for him. But as we were praying for each other “Pray for him after” and so I waiting after and it didn’t seem like the right timing, so I took my chair inside and “Don’t you leave without praying for him” So I went back out and he was talking to Dr. Pepper (the American doctor who helped me when I had malaria, he’s also a pastor, go figure), and some other guy. So I nonchalantly walked up and just kind of stood there and the opportunity presented it self, he asked me my name and “ask about the anger”. So I just got bold and asked him. I was a little worried, I mean you approach some dude who is talking about this flash anger problem and well, you just don’t know how he’s going to react. Well he was really calm, and just started talking about how he’s had it for like as long as he can remember, and it’s really bad. So I told him that I felt I should pray for him, and he was cool with it. So I asked it Dr. Pepper and the other guy could join us. So I prayed against the spirit of anger and aggression and broke generational curses in the name of Jesus, and the others prayed for him too. After I asked him how he felt and he was still wishy washy and convinced that he was stuck with this problem, and the others gave him some advice. We were walking up towards the road, as Dr. Pepper and his friend were leaving. I knew I needed to pray for him again. So I told him about how before I came to Africa this amazing woman prophesied over me about a power in the laying on of hands and the breaking of generational curses that was coming upon me. He had told me that his grandfather had the same problem and even killed a man. So I knew, that this was God’s plan and god’s timing. I told him that I would like to pray for him again if he was willing, and he was. He had a lot of explanations that Satan had lied to him about, why he was that way etc. But I just kept talking him through it. And so we got to praying and I don’t know how long I prayed for, but God was pouring through me. I prayed for the loosing of spirits, breaking of curses, and all this crazy stuff, I can’t remember any of it. After, he felt so free. He said he knew it was God cause when I was praying it was like I was reading his script or something. Also that one time he was a missionary in England and he walked into a church service, and I guy came up to him and said “When you walked in here, God told me this and this and this.” And when I was praying I prayed about those things!! Wow, god is so good. He even encouraged me, next time God tells you something, or asks you to step out, for my sake, just do it! It’s totally insane how God works, all these little things leading up, and I meet some guy in Africa (he is a Ugandan) that I need to pray for, for the breaking of generational curses. Wow, it was truly amazing to see the freedom restored in his face afterwards!!
Praise God!
Praise God!
God it GOOOD.
**I'm doing a series of pictures of interesting and funny signs**
I am happy to say or maybe sad to say, I haven’t quite decided, that this is the first time in my life where when I have a shower actual muddy water comes off of me. I ring out my hair and it’s like chocolate milk. Haha, it is kind of gross, but not the worst I could have to deal with. When it doesn’t rain, seeing how most of the roads are dirt or have dirt surrounding them or huge massive dirt pot holes, it gets very dusty. And then when it does rain its one huge muddy slip and slide. Could be a bad thing if you are wearing new shoes, but who would do that? So I am typing you from Canada House, I spent yesterday typing up a small update article for the next ACTS newsletter and choosing pictures to go along with it, of the Memory Book Work (MBW) Training Week. Then I tried for indefinable amount of time to get them attached to an email and sent to Canada. Oh the luxuries of internet in Uganda. I am not to sure whether it’s a blessing or a curse, I suppose it depends on the day.
So I have been on Ugandan soil for about 121 days, minus the off day trips to Rwanda and Kenya. So let’s just say I have been on East African soil for 121 days, or four months. Wow, it’s really weird to think of that. A lot has happened in these four months. I have taken about 8,000 pictures, 60GB of video, facilitated a week long training session for MBW, documented numerous project areas of ACTS, traveled to Kigali, Rwanda and all across Kenya to Lamu, and developed an innumerable amount of memories. I think I went through some of the lowest times of my life, and some of the highest highs. I have cried a lot. I have laughed a lot. I have seen some of the craziest things, some of the saddest things, and some of the most joyous. The craziest things I’d say, are the roads. The traffic, the people, the bikes, the motorcycles and the terrible condition they are mostly in. It’s a little unnerving when you are following a huge semi-truck on the highway and they are wobbling all over the road, and the tires are spinning like they are held on with twist ties. And then there are pot holes that 7 year old children could hide in. Oh, and a truck is automatically a bus, they pile like 50 people into the back of them, or on top of the load that is already HUGE. It’s a scary place on the main highways. The saddest thing I saw, to me, was a three month old baby with HIV/AIDS. It was smaller than a newborn with a sunken face and skin stretched over its tiny bones. I can’t help but think the poor child was born into such a horrible circumstance and has almost no chance of living with a fatal disease that was attacking it so strongly already. There are so many medical cases that people just can’t afford to get help for, people dying of preventable diseases and deformities all the time. I met a girl when I was first here who had broken her femur and because there was no medical help lived with it for over a year! It healed horrible crooked, and she was unable to walk. I met her at the HOURS clinic luckily, so she was able to have surgery and get it fixed over a year later! I have never seen so much joy in people in all my life, amongst all the pain, suffering and poverty. The people here have seriously got it together with God. I wish they I could grasp the spiritual truths with such childlike faith, trust and devotion. It’s like there is no doubt. They are just able to hear the truth, receive it and live it out. God, I want some of that. It’s the North American curse I’ve got. Don’t get me wrong, I am so grateful and thankful for the circumstances that I grew up in. My mother and father worked very hard in their own ways to give me a more than comfortable life. But somewhere along the way, I got the idea that because everything is so available, so accessible in the world, that I can do it on my own. I don’t need anyone else to help me. Man is that ever a hard habit to break.
So anyway, I had some time so I thought I would type up a blog. Just some random thoughts and experiences for you! If you would like to hear about anything else, please leave me a message and I would be more than happy to write about it for you! I need some more suggestions. When I am living in this world over here, especially after 4 months, things start to feel normal and natural, and so I wouldn’t think to tell you about them. You know? So please bring on the request!I am happy to say or maybe sad to say, I haven’t quite decided, that this is the first time in my life where when I have a shower actual muddy water comes off of me. I ring out my hair and it’s like chocolate milk. Haha, it is kind of gross, but not the worst I could have to deal with. When it doesn’t rain, seeing how most of the roads are dirt or have dirt surrounding them or huge massive dirt pot holes, it gets very dusty. And then when it does rain its one huge muddy slip and slide. Could be a bad thing if you are wearing new shoes, but who would do that? So I am typing you from Canada House, I spent yesterday typing up a small update article for the next ACTS newsletter and choosing pictures to go along with it, of the Memory Book Work (MBW) Training Week. Then I tried for indefinable amount of time to get them attached to an email and sent to Canada. Oh the luxuries of internet in Uganda. I am not to sure whether it’s a blessing or a curse, I suppose it depends on the day.
So I have been on Ugandan soil for about 121 days, minus the off day trips to Rwanda and Kenya. So let’s just say I have been on East African soil for 121 days, or four months. Wow, it’s really weird to think of that. A lot has happened in these four months. I have taken about 8,000 pictures, 60GB of video, facilitated a week long training session for MBW, documented numerous project areas of ACTS, traveled to Kigali, Rwanda and all across Kenya to Lamu, and developed an innumerable amount of memories. I think I went through some of the lowest times of my life, and some of the highest highs. I have cried a lot. I have laughed a lot. I have seen some of the craziest things, some of the saddest things, and some of the most joyous. The craziest things I’d say, are the roads. The traffic, the people, the bikes, the motorcycles and the terrible condition they are mostly in. It’s a little unnerving when you are following a huge semi-truck on the highway and they are wobbling all over the road, and the tires are spinning like they are held on with twist ties. And then there are pot holes that 7 year old children could hide in. Oh, and a truck is automatically a bus, they pile like 50 people into the back of them, or on top of the load that is already HUGE. It’s a scary place on the main highways. The saddest thing I saw, to me, was a three month old baby with HIV/AIDS. It was smaller than a newborn with a sunken face and skin stretched over its tiny bones. I can’t help but think the poor child was born into such a horrible circumstance and has almost no chance of living with a fatal disease that was attacking it so strongly already. There are so many medical cases that people just can’t afford to get help for, people dying of preventable diseases and deformities all the time. I met a girl when I was first here who had broken her femur and because there was no medical help lived with it for over a year! It healed horrible crooked, and she was unable to walk. I met her at the HOURS clinic luckily, so she was able to have surgery and get it fixed over a year later! I have never seen so much joy in people in all my life, amongst all the pain, suffering and poverty. The people here have seriously got it together with God. I wish they I could grasp the spiritual truths with such childlike faith, trust and devotion. It’s like there is no doubt. They are just able to hear the truth, receive it and live it out. God, I want some of that. It’s the North American curse I’ve got. Don’t get me wrong, I am so grateful and thankful for the circumstances that I grew up in. My mother and father worked very hard in their own ways to give me a more than comfortable life. But somewhere along the way, I got the idea that because everything is so available, so accessible in the world, that I can do it on my own. I don’t need anyone else to help me. Man is that ever a hard habit to break.
So anyway, I had some time so I thought I would type up a blog. Just some random thoughts and experiences for you! If you would like to hear about anything else, please leave me a message and I would be more than happy to write about it for you! I need some more suggestions. When I am living in this world over here, especially after 4 months, things start to feel normal and natural, and so I wouldn’t think to tell you about them. You know? So please bring on the request!
To my esteemed readers.
Firstly, I am not too sure who or how many people are actually reading this blog. It would be cool to know, so if you feel inclined (which I hope you do) please drop a comment about what you think! Secondly, I FINALLY got to go to church today! I am writing this blog from Canada House (where all us crazy muzungu folk stay when we are in town) in Ruharo, just outside Mbarara. The power has been off for two days, so my everything went dead. Haha. It’s on now though, so just incase you care, I am writing to you with full power from my laptop. Last week was busy we had just come back from the off (I was in Kampala…I think I wrote about that…) and so I went to Nyakigera for two nights, took some more pictures of the digging of the trenches for the new water system. Then we had a party for all our “Fakazii” a.k.a. Widow’s. (That’s the Runyankore word) It was in Rubingo and was truly amazing. There were about two hundred widows there that ACTS has been serving, we fed them all and they each did dance and song presentations for us in there own groups from there different villages. You should have seen the pot of matooke, it was above my knee and as round a huge tree that you could never fit your arms around. I love the singing and dancing. I have taken as much video of it as possible. I will truly miss it. Actually I have been thinking of a lot of things that I will miss lately. Time is a strange thing over here. Most of the time it drags on through out the days, but then before you know it, 4½ months have passed! Now I really want to try and express to you the struggle that I was going through. I feel like it’s really important that you know, that I am not really anyone special, and it doesn’t take some super human to come across the world to help those in the third world.
Ok, so please be gentle on me, because I feel very vulnerable bearing my heart to whomever is out there reading this. There were a number of factors that I feel contributed to my struggle, I am still not sure of all of them, and maybe I am not meant to fully understand, and I am in no way wanting to blame other people for my “hard done by syndrome” that my stupid earthly flesh is always trying to impose on me. Except maybe I could blame Satan, somehow. So I was REALLY REALLY excited to come over here. I mean, I have had Africa in my heart for sometime, and a huge passion for photography, and god, and missions. So when all these things came together (my dreams) I was on cloud nine. There was still some doubt in me though because I have a semi fleeting personality, and have new great and grand ideas by the day, if not minute. But none the less I was superbly excited about this possible new adventure. Now, when I arrived in Africa, it was just like I dreamed. Ton’s of people, red dirt roads, dusty and or muddy depending on the weather, green rolling hills, banana trees and pineapples. It is one big photo-op. Now, if any of my team members are reading this, please don’t take any of the following personally, I could have very well been misjudging, and or not seeing things clearly. Regardless, its how I felt and I want to express that. So, firstly, I really struggled to get along with my team (not everyone), I have no idea why. I have honestly never had this hard of a time getting along with anyone. It started at Orientation in Canada too, I had not said good bye to all my friends and family and so I did not spend as much time with the team as suggested. I was still trying to tie up all these loose ends and see friends, and so that was detrimental to the “bonding” of our team. So honestly, I was getting discouraged from there. I had all this excitement about the trip and the group that I was going over with, and then it was like… no fun and games it’s character development time. Well, it wasn’t NO fun and games, I mean it wasn’t full on war between me and some group members but I’m sure both parties would agree there was something. So to make a long story short; go to another country with people you have problems getting along with and you get… blah. Then, I was confused about my posting. There were all these uncertainties, and I had to do it on my own and felt that the other interns had it easier because they were following in the footsteps of past interns and growing on that. Where as I had to make things up myself, as well as get used to being in a completely different culture, with no English church, no fellowship, and no flushing toilet, and super bland food. I was experiencing culture shock, and as I felt like I couldn’t relate to my team, or they couldn’t relate to me, I withdrew. As they told us in Canada, a classic response to culture shock. Through this, I think God was really teaching me to stop relying on other people, the church, books and basically things of this world to define my faith. Without me fully realizing, I had developed a comfy little network of earthly crutches to form my faith. BIG mistake. As we all know, earthly things fade, crumble, break, deteriorate, break, die, and basically don’t get us anywhere. So, I started to feel isolated, rejected, useless, meaningless, lost, doubtful, and depressed. This big dream I had was turning into a small nightmare. Now, through this all, I never wanted to come home, it wasn’t that bad. I still had an assurance deep within me that I am here for a reason, and I wasn’t planning on letting Satan win any big battles. He’d already won some small ones, but I knew that in the future there would be some serious taking back of what he stole (like now). So, if you are feeling alone in a foreign country, not getting along with the only people you have to sort of help you through stuff, you are getting depressed and can’t bother to talk to God anymore, getting overwhelmed with the constant poverty and need all around you, and refuse to go to the one who can help you through… well, lets just say that I can guarantee you that I never ever want to be there again. So on New Years I finally had a breakdown at like 2:30 in the morning on the UN compound in Kampala. I was waiting for a Taxi that I had called to pick me up and take me to the Hostel that I was staying at, because I had to get on a bus to get back to Mbarara at 8 in the morning. Well I had just finally had it. I was so fed up with myself, with being depressed and constantly agitated, and unmotivated, and so concerned with trying to make things work somehow. I just started crying and crying and crying, all alone, for like an hour and a half while I waited for the taxi. My sister ended up calling me, and I was crying so she was worried and then my mom grabbed the phone from her and is like “What is wrong? Tell me what’s wrong?” So I finally spilled the two months of mayhem that I had stored within me. It was good to finally get it out to someone who would maybe understand, and even if not, she’s my mom, so I knew she would at least care and help me through it, the best she could over a cell phone on opposite sides of the earth. My mom is amazing; she talked to me for the next couple days, and seriously walked me through it. Mpora, mpora (Slowly, slowly) I started to come alive again. It sucks going through the fire when you forgot your flame retardant suit. But when you come out on the other side with only a few burns and scratches and a new out look, I’d say it’s worth it. Be careful when you pray for a renewing of the mind, because it may involve slightly loosing it for a while. I am in a new place now. I have come through this battle with a few scars, but all in all, I’d say I won the best prize. I have been forced to rely on God for absolutely everything, and know that I can not expect anything from anyone but God. People are all the same, we are sinners. They will hurt you, curse you, spit on you, write you off, kick you when your down and use you for all your worth then leave you for the dogs. But God will never ever do that. I know there are nice people out there, but it’s just a fact that we all fall short of the glory of God. We all stumble, we all get angry, and we all wish we could give up sometimes, but we all have a hope too. We have a power beyond all measure, more courage than we could ever need, more strength, wisdom and love. We have the hook up with the number one dude in the universe to know. He can get you in anywhere. So I chose to go with God. I had a picture today in church during worship, and it was me, during my struggles, and I was walking along this path that was dimly lit, and falling away. Every brick that I thought was solid to take a step on would crumble beneath my feet, or would turn to quick sand or lava or just shatter to nothing. I was stumbling along trying to get a strong stance on anything, there was nothing to grab onto, no one to catch me from my fall, just some crappy path. Then he showed me his path. It was like diamond, so strong that nothing could break it. Shining like gold, it was perfectly illuminated and he was right there beside me. Never leaving, always holding my hand and guiding me to my calling. I’ve seen clearly now both sides of the spectrum.
SIDE NOTE: There have been dogs barking menacingly through out the whole typing of this message, its brutal; they are going flippin nuts right now. That’s one of the things I don’t like about town, is the nightly dog brawls that happen.
Ok, so God is amazing, and I am finally getting to know him in a way that I have yearned for, for so long. I am not ok with just Sunday, or even once a day. I want all or nothing. If the word is true, then we can live in constant communion with him. I am ready for the real thing. No more earthly schemes. It’s all about the true and living God. I’ll leave you with one of my favorite new quotes:
“We do have a choice. We don’t have to choose God.
But I’ll tell you this: There is no high like the most high”
Ok, so please be gentle on me, because I feel very vulnerable bearing my heart to whomever is out there reading this. There were a number of factors that I feel contributed to my struggle, I am still not sure of all of them, and maybe I am not meant to fully understand, and I am in no way wanting to blame other people for my “hard done by syndrome” that my stupid earthly flesh is always trying to impose on me. Except maybe I could blame Satan, somehow. So I was REALLY REALLY excited to come over here. I mean, I have had Africa in my heart for sometime, and a huge passion for photography, and god, and missions. So when all these things came together (my dreams) I was on cloud nine. There was still some doubt in me though because I have a semi fleeting personality, and have new great and grand ideas by the day, if not minute. But none the less I was superbly excited about this possible new adventure. Now, when I arrived in Africa, it was just like I dreamed. Ton’s of people, red dirt roads, dusty and or muddy depending on the weather, green rolling hills, banana trees and pineapples. It is one big photo-op. Now, if any of my team members are reading this, please don’t take any of the following personally, I could have very well been misjudging, and or not seeing things clearly. Regardless, its how I felt and I want to express that. So, firstly, I really struggled to get along with my team (not everyone), I have no idea why. I have honestly never had this hard of a time getting along with anyone. It started at Orientation in Canada too, I had not said good bye to all my friends and family and so I did not spend as much time with the team as suggested. I was still trying to tie up all these loose ends and see friends, and so that was detrimental to the “bonding” of our team. So honestly, I was getting discouraged from there. I had all this excitement about the trip and the group that I was going over with, and then it was like… no fun and games it’s character development time. Well, it wasn’t NO fun and games, I mean it wasn’t full on war between me and some group members but I’m sure both parties would agree there was something. So to make a long story short; go to another country with people you have problems getting along with and you get… blah. Then, I was confused about my posting. There were all these uncertainties, and I had to do it on my own and felt that the other interns had it easier because they were following in the footsteps of past interns and growing on that. Where as I had to make things up myself, as well as get used to being in a completely different culture, with no English church, no fellowship, and no flushing toilet, and super bland food. I was experiencing culture shock, and as I felt like I couldn’t relate to my team, or they couldn’t relate to me, I withdrew. As they told us in Canada, a classic response to culture shock. Through this, I think God was really teaching me to stop relying on other people, the church, books and basically things of this world to define my faith. Without me fully realizing, I had developed a comfy little network of earthly crutches to form my faith. BIG mistake. As we all know, earthly things fade, crumble, break, deteriorate, break, die, and basically don’t get us anywhere. So, I started to feel isolated, rejected, useless, meaningless, lost, doubtful, and depressed. This big dream I had was turning into a small nightmare. Now, through this all, I never wanted to come home, it wasn’t that bad. I still had an assurance deep within me that I am here for a reason, and I wasn’t planning on letting Satan win any big battles. He’d already won some small ones, but I knew that in the future there would be some serious taking back of what he stole (like now). So, if you are feeling alone in a foreign country, not getting along with the only people you have to sort of help you through stuff, you are getting depressed and can’t bother to talk to God anymore, getting overwhelmed with the constant poverty and need all around you, and refuse to go to the one who can help you through… well, lets just say that I can guarantee you that I never ever want to be there again. So on New Years I finally had a breakdown at like 2:30 in the morning on the UN compound in Kampala. I was waiting for a Taxi that I had called to pick me up and take me to the Hostel that I was staying at, because I had to get on a bus to get back to Mbarara at 8 in the morning. Well I had just finally had it. I was so fed up with myself, with being depressed and constantly agitated, and unmotivated, and so concerned with trying to make things work somehow. I just started crying and crying and crying, all alone, for like an hour and a half while I waited for the taxi. My sister ended up calling me, and I was crying so she was worried and then my mom grabbed the phone from her and is like “What is wrong? Tell me what’s wrong?” So I finally spilled the two months of mayhem that I had stored within me. It was good to finally get it out to someone who would maybe understand, and even if not, she’s my mom, so I knew she would at least care and help me through it, the best she could over a cell phone on opposite sides of the earth. My mom is amazing; she talked to me for the next couple days, and seriously walked me through it. Mpora, mpora (Slowly, slowly) I started to come alive again. It sucks going through the fire when you forgot your flame retardant suit. But when you come out on the other side with only a few burns and scratches and a new out look, I’d say it’s worth it. Be careful when you pray for a renewing of the mind, because it may involve slightly loosing it for a while. I am in a new place now. I have come through this battle with a few scars, but all in all, I’d say I won the best prize. I have been forced to rely on God for absolutely everything, and know that I can not expect anything from anyone but God. People are all the same, we are sinners. They will hurt you, curse you, spit on you, write you off, kick you when your down and use you for all your worth then leave you for the dogs. But God will never ever do that. I know there are nice people out there, but it’s just a fact that we all fall short of the glory of God. We all stumble, we all get angry, and we all wish we could give up sometimes, but we all have a hope too. We have a power beyond all measure, more courage than we could ever need, more strength, wisdom and love. We have the hook up with the number one dude in the universe to know. He can get you in anywhere. So I chose to go with God. I had a picture today in church during worship, and it was me, during my struggles, and I was walking along this path that was dimly lit, and falling away. Every brick that I thought was solid to take a step on would crumble beneath my feet, or would turn to quick sand or lava or just shatter to nothing. I was stumbling along trying to get a strong stance on anything, there was nothing to grab onto, no one to catch me from my fall, just some crappy path. Then he showed me his path. It was like diamond, so strong that nothing could break it. Shining like gold, it was perfectly illuminated and he was right there beside me. Never leaving, always holding my hand and guiding me to my calling. I’ve seen clearly now both sides of the spectrum.
SIDE NOTE: There have been dogs barking menacingly through out the whole typing of this message, its brutal; they are going flippin nuts right now. That’s one of the things I don’t like about town, is the nightly dog brawls that happen.
Ok, so God is amazing, and I am finally getting to know him in a way that I have yearned for, for so long. I am not ok with just Sunday, or even once a day. I want all or nothing. If the word is true, then we can live in constant communion with him. I am ready for the real thing. No more earthly schemes. It’s all about the true and living God. I’ll leave you with one of my favorite new quotes:
“We do have a choice. We don’t have to choose God.
But I’ll tell you this: There is no high like the most high”
Pictures
1. Child with child.
2. Kids carrying kids.
3. Awesome lady that knew me and my name, but i couldn't remember her.
4. Practicing my skillzzz.
5. Glory.
2. Kids carrying kids.
3. Awesome lady that knew me and my name, but i couldn't remember her.
4. Practicing my skillzzz.
5. Glory.
Wow
Ok, I obviously just had the most amazing blessing and got like 30 pictures uploaded. I hope you enjoy. All the top ones are kinda old as i have been trying to upload them for months...haha. Well work is going great, taking TONS of pictures. The new water system in Nyakigera is coming together. Memory book work is in the sustainablitly stages. And i have some plans coming together for after uganda!! I just spent an hour and a half uploading all these shots, so i am going to go! I'll try and type another blog at home and post it soon! Missing you all lots. And thanks for the prayers!
Love mel.
Love mel.
Pictures
1. Flower at sunset.
2. Sunset.
3. Paul Tanessa and Nate watching the goat massacre movie.
4,5. WATER!
Pictures
1. Under the tree (by Rubingo Primary).
2. Open hand.
3. Planting seeds (Nursery Tree Demo).
4. Being kids.
5. Preparing to kill. (the poor goat...happy birthday Paul)
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