I lived on the red-earthed roads of Uganda for almost seven years. It’s so much different to live in a place than to visit it. Over time, you get to see the complexities of issues that others only have distorted, rosy snapshots of. Short term missions trips would see smiling faces of children in orphanages …
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I see you. God says, as my heart breaks. I know. He says, as I turn into the covers to cry. If you ask Him for compassion, if you ask Him, to help you love. He will blow your heart wide open. Love, such a beautiful thing. But it hurts too. Last week, my …
I have to be honest and say its been one of the rougher seasons for me and I am so looking forward to our break in May. It’s been a rough ride (literally) 🙂 driving up and down bumpy roads back and forth to Kampala trying to be gracious in the face of persecution, trying …
This is the season of waiting. The dust makes tornadoes in the road and the wind whips. The clouds gather heavy with expectation …
There was a lot of singing. Singing in a language I do not understand, but could decipher through the laughter and uplifted hands. Someone translated a line for me: “Tell Pharaoh we are not going back to Egypt.” This is the beginning of a new life. A life safe from groping hands. Safe from the …
Caught in the crossfire of bullets they only wanted to survive it. To outrun the cycle of war, rape, and the blaze of huts as they were destroyed. They promised them safety. A future. Maybe even a marriage. A truck out of hell, out of the heart of darkness. But it would cost them something. …
It’s so hot in Gulu that I feel I might actually be losing brain functionality. Dry season. In Africa. Winds like the Santa Ana’s sweep through the town scattering dust into people’s eyes. Nothing like a hot Thanksgiving in November to make you feel normal. It’s dry and it’s dusty, but it doesn’t hinder our …
It’s amazing what a single month can do to change a person’s life. A month ago they did not smile. Now, everywhere the sound of laughter and children showing off their teeth. The same children who a month ago would cry in their mother’s lap. Now they play. Like normal kids. Like our kids. They …
“The city will be rebuilt on her ruins.” Jeremiah 30:18 (Pamela, age 16, raped, with daughter Maria–they live in our house) Here, they do not cry. But I watch an Acholi girl cry. I think in the end, what scares her most, what scares all of them, all of us, most, is being alone. I …
“Home is where one starts from…. In my end is my beginning.” -T. S. Eliot- The love of God is such that when we lay something down He is faithful to give us something better than we thought possible. For the past week my prayer has been God—your will…(but if I can put a special …
