Author: Adventures

Method to the madness

I didn’t fully understand what AIM meant by frequent traveling until recently. Joining the expeditions team meant not staying in one place for very long. Basically, once I get comfortable in one location my world is turned upside down and we move to a new ‘home.’ As of last Wednesday, we are living in the pastors home in the bush. That leads me to one more misunderstanding on my end, the bush. To my surprise that meant no running water, no electricity, no toilet and 100’s of children that have never, or rarely, seen a mzungu (white person). That made for an...

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Heartbroken

A couple of Sundays ago my team mate and I were doing children’s ministry. I saw this girl who was about 13 years old in the crowd. She has a huge smile on her face and beautiful voice. As soon as I saw her we connected and I felt an instant love for this girl. After church I ran around looking for her to try and tell her how beautiful she was, but I was unable to find her because she had already gone home for the day.  Then on that Monday we were back at the church getting ready to do hospital ministry and out of the corner of my eye I saw her. Instantly I ran up to her and...

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My Pierced Heart

I looked down at my legs and thought, “Wow, I’m super tan . . .” And then I took a bucket shower and my tan washed right down the drain.   Uganda is leaving its mark on me. This mark is deeper than just the red dirt that blows and leaves me filthy whenever I walk outside. It is a mark that is piercing my heart. My heart is pierced each time I pick up a crying child and they bury their dirty head in my shoulder. My heart is pierced each time the Auntie’s bring in a meal that I would stick my tongue out at in America but that I am so grateful for because I know...

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New Ways of Thinking

Going halfway around the world inevitably brings new ideas and transitions.  My team and I have arrived at our last location for ministry in Uganda and at least for me, Africa is becoming more and more a part of normal life. Things like not walking anywhere with out being followed by 20 children, being crammed into vehicles everyday, not showering for a week because a shower means someone has to walk three miles to get the water for you. Those things are fun 🙂 But there are also the things that are routine and normal and cultural here that I hope to take with me even long after I...

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I wish I was an octopus!

I wish I was an octopus because.. Then I would have 8 arms! That is what I need! These children are everywhere! You walk somewhere and there will be a child right behind you if not already holding your hand. Everywhere you go theses children will follow you. These children just want some attention and to feel loved. We love on them, but they may not even know what love is. They want to walk with you no matter where you are going they will follow you. They will run up to you and just grab your hand. If it’s hanging there and no one else is holding it guarantee in moments there will...

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This is the Life: Swimming in Poop

I had a lot of expectations coming to Africa.  I came to feed “the hungry.” I came to care for “the sick.” Really, I just wanted to love “the broken people.” That sounded simple to me.  I have a lot of love to give, and I know that there are a lot of sick, hungry, broken people here.  It’s easy to look at a social justice issue as just an issue. My heart went out to the people of Africa so I gave up four months to deal with the “issue” at hand.  But I have began to ask myself who are “the hungry”? And...

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