Day 5 Mbarara, Uganda   Lord you are mighty, you capture my heart time and time again. The moment I first heard your name I fell deeply in love with you.   Reflect on these words as I have, for the Lord is mighty.    Where do I begin… The Lord has truly shown up here in Mbarara. His grace and mercy has never been more evident. I woke several times this weak in prayer, waring for his people. The Lord has chosen Africa to do great things, these people cry out and desperately seek to know him. Being here, you cant help but reflect on your own personal walk...

We walked through the market like the day before… we talked with the locals… we shared the love of Jesus… but one thing happened that changed my life FOREVER…. One Saturday afternoon, a few of my girls and I were praying through the market looking for ways to show God’s love.  Julia and Anna, the two team members I was with, were off in a shop praying for another woman, while I for some reason hung around outside.  I didn’t know why, but God told me to stay, so I did.   I stood there, awkwardly not knowing what to do, when I man came...

So after a wonderful three day run around in Nairobi that included a tattoo, nose piercing, and who knows how many miles of walking around the big city, we are heading out to the Kenyan bush. We’ve been told that even the leaders know very little about the ministry that’s going to happen. I am so excited! I feel like this is really going to prepare us for Tanzania and the ATL (ask the lord) month that is coming up.  Uganda was great. It amazes me every day to be surrounded by such a genuine and hospitable people group. My heart has been broken for the conditions some of...

  I think about my life in the U.S. more often than I probably should. I think about my church, my family, my friends, and the food….oh the American food.                                               What on earth would my mother say if she saw me they day that we crammed   ...

Storytime! First, some background: a lot of people in Uganda ride around on bicycles. But they’re really tall. And they have a second, shorter seat in the back. The other night I was chilling with some kids, and one of them had his bike with him. He asked me if I wanted to ride it and I was up for the challenge. Since so many things are different in Africa sometimes I feel helpless, because they have different ways of doing things. But a bike, I could rock at riding that thing.   So I hop on full of confidence. And my feet don’t reach the pedals. and I start rolling....

                                       This trip has been a lot of things…but one thing it’s not is easy....