I met with my missions pastor, Omar Garcia, last week to talk about how to organize our goals for the Kyengera Orphanage. This is a man who has built orphanages, safe houses and led countless mission trips all over the world, if anyone can take me to the bullet points of our project, he is … Continue reading How can I help an orphan?
One of the many blessings I thank God for is that Kira has enjoyed excellent health in her short life. She did not suffer sickness while in the care of her baby home and she has not demonstrated any reason to be concerned for her health. A more likely scenario would be that I could … Continue reading Our adopted baby’s first doctor visit in America
Our final week staying in Uganda was hectic and emotional. We were both ready to go and holding on to everyone, unwilling to think we’d have to say good-bye. During that week the brother of the Pastor passed away and our friends all made preparations to go to the funeral. I have to say learning … Continue reading Flowing with the tide of self-sufficiency
Each time we visited church in Uganda the preacher always mentioned how short life is here on this earth. A young preacher, in his forties (young is redefined the older I get), called himself old. I looked around me in the church when he said that and wondered if it was a joke and I … Continue reading Learning about death and dying in Uganda
When Jack arrived home he was bursting to go see his friends. He schemed with Emily to surprise them. Emily zipped him into a large duffle bag on their front porch, she rang the door bell and then stepped out of view. Jack was ecstatic to jump out of the bag and greet his friends. … Continue reading Jack’s tales of adventures in Africa.
Yesterday marked Kira’s arrival at eleven months old. I spent some time with her on the floor playing with her toys and though my body was interacting with her physical activity, my mind went back to the baby of nine months old that I first met in her baby home. I don’t have to … Continue reading It’s been two months with our adopted baby.
I have not rushed into my life and responsibilities here at home because that would overwhelm me in same way the rainstorm yesterday drowned my pansies. I am faced in the right direction of assuming my normal activities and making strides towards full assimilation, but first I wait for the desire to do them to … Continue reading Lessons from living in Africa: Waste nothing