Washing clothes takes a while. Especially when you are washing 40 bed sheets. By hand.    Working at Camp Joshua Christian School for the past week has been wonderful. On Friday, we asked the headmaster what we could do to help today. He asked if we would be willing to wash some clothes, “Sure!” was our response. We were told Isaac, a 12 year old boy, would help us begin.   The first step was to draw water out of the 50 foot well with a bucket and rope. It was exhausting to say the least considering we had to make probably six or seven rounds of drawing the...

It blows my mind that this is our last week in Uganda. It feels like just yesterday that I was on the flights here. God is continuing to reveal His faithfulness to me in so many ways. God began to gently remind me of this when we were in our first location in Tororo. The faucet in the shower was loose so it continuously dripped water, drop by drop. It was slightly obnoxious at first, I won’t lie. But when I finally was quiet, God gave me a picture, He is like this faucet: always faithful, His love never runs out. God is faithful. When we moved to Kwapa, I was refreshed and...

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...

 My heart has already been stolen. It happened the first day we arrived at our ministry location here in Tororo, Uganda. His name is Onibu and he is five years old. He was the very first child I talked to here. We were sitting in Deliverance Church (the church we are partnering here with in Tororo), and we were playing a silly game which involved me needing to hug a stranger. What better stranger to hug than an adorable little Ugandan child? And so I found Onibu. He doesn’t speak much English but he became attached to me very quickly, soon not wanting to leave my side or talk to...

It begins tomorrow.     My team of 11 boards a plane tomorrow to begin the four month journey in Uganda, Kenya, and Tanzania.   These last three and a half days of training camp have been absolutely amazing. There is no doubt in my mind that the Lord has been present, active, and moving. The fire burning for Jesus within me is burning even brighter, with more logs having been thrown onto this consuming fire. I cannot wait to see what God has in store for my team and I.   I met these people that I’m beginning to call family just 72 hours ago, and already I feel a...