Since the last time I posted we have changed locations twice.  We were in Kwapa and now Malaba, which is our last location in Uganda. Were headed to Kenya on the 22, Lord willing.   On February 8th we were wrapping up hut to hut evangilism just before lunch.  We were out of time and needed to meet back at  the church.  We had a bit of a walk  left to get there.  Along the way, I felt moved to stop by one last hut. I didnt know why. We were hungry, tired, and out of time, but God was calling me there and I knew it. Claire, Kendra and our translator...

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...

It’s day 16 of being in Uganda. I’ve rafted the Nile, kissed some of the most beautiful babies in the world and shaken more hands than I could ever count. I’ve spent a few days in a gorgeous village going hut to hut just to talk to people and tell them God loves  them. I have given my first sermon and learned some local dance moves.  On the flip side I’ve shared my bed with a foreign beetle, eaten something I wouldn’t normally call food (I still don’t know what that was) and sweated buckets in the intense African sun.  I’ve been...

I haven’t had a shower in a week, and the last shower I took included splashing myself from a bucket.  A toilet is definitely not happening any time soon.  I am living in the bush of Uganda with the village people. There is not electricity, and we sleep on the floor.  We have something somewhat like tea with breakfast, lunch, and dinner everyday when it’s already almost too hot to function. These might sound like complaints, but they’re not.  There is nowhere I would rather be right now.  The scenery here is as close to Heaven as any place on...

So, tomorrow I will leave on a plane to go to AFRICA! I am so excited about leaving, but God has taught me so much during these few days at training camp. The first day of camp, I became very fearful and doubtful of if I was doing the right thing, and if I was going to actually be able to handle this adventure. During something they call the “surrender hike” here at training camp, I gave up a lot of things I had been holding onto and a lot of fears I have about what this trip is going to be like.  It was so overwhelming to feel God’s presence and love surround me and...

I had no idea why training camp was going to be so long.  How many days in a row could they possibly tell us about the countries we are headed for? Were they going to teach us about culture or just how to be socially acceptable?  Was this going to be like a class where they just give us history of the countries?  I had a million questions about training camp.  I didn’t have any idea what this camp would look like or even where I would be sleeping.  I made the decision before coming to just give it to God, knowing I had to do that over the next four...