When I arrived at training camp at the beginning of the trip I absolutely loathed the scars that cover my arms. I had already paid $1,000 towards laser treatment. I knew that it would only lighten them and that the scars were so deep that there was no way to take them away completely. I would have to live with them forever. What I hated the most about my scars was that people always noticed them and it would continuously remind my of the hurt I had been dealing with three years ago.  A couple of days into the trip when my teammates had seen my scars one of them told me that they were the...

A short little video of Uganda in the eyes of Expeditions Team Two. We love you.

A little bit of how God rocked these kids at training camp. The Lion of Judah is thundering deep Roaring down the walls of fear in me And deep inside this battle cry We Roar!

Here I am. My last time in this very internet cafe. My last time in this town, in fact. My last time eating at TLT, our favorite Ugandan restaurant. It’s time to move on. Time to let go. Let go of the hands I’d been holding onto these past weeks in this now familiar country.  Everything seems to be changing before my eyes! It’s as if I’ve seen a flower’s life cycle from seed to blossom. The puppies that were once small enough to be held two at a time in each of my hands now stretch to half the length of my forearm. The children that once showed an...

The other day I was sitting in the overbearing Ugandan sun, fighting the discomfort of the blistering asphalt, and was wondering, with a slight edge, why God had sent me to Africa.  Within moments, the air began to cool and dark clouds began to crowd the sky.  The rain that followed was short and light.  However, the few drops that blessed my skin surged in me a new hope and purpose.  I heard God say that the state of desperation that holds Uganda is as stifling as the hot sun that pours over this land.  The country needs hope.  The country needs to be...

The past month in Uganda has come with a variety of exciting experiences, twists, ups, downs, God moments, and just plain beauty. The stars at night shine brighter then I have ever seen. The sunrises during our morning runs, and the sunsets at night are always a display of God’s artwork. My heart is with these children here, who will chase our car as it goes by, and who yell Muzungu! The people who we have met have astounded me with their faith, God is who they hold onto in all times of hardship. Hardship. Something that I thought I had some sort of idea of before coming here, but...