Kira is toddling around my family room. I lean against the sofa knowing if I sit down it will be seconds before I must jump up and redirect her…if I sit down the comfort will feel too good…if I sit down I will get cranky because I can’t pick up a book and relax a … Continue reading Kira is my secret garden.
When we returned from Uganda in January we immediately began seeking ideas on how to organize ourselves with the orphanage involvement. All arrows pointed towards opening shop as a non-profit organization. Craig has been busy in the background meeting with a lawyer who was recommended by a friend to establish ourselves as an official charity. … Continue reading Kirabo Seeds
Sunday nights we have a house full of high school boys who come for bible study with Craig. They bring food and hover in the kitchen over it like a litter of lion cubs over a fresh kill. Not a crumb is left to be found when they are finished. It’s noisy, boisterous and entertaining … Continue reading Sunday nights at my house
I was so pleased with my wanderings at the art fair on Saturday, I knew it would be worth the effort to return on Sunday afternoon. Jack and I met a customer so he could deliver five loaves of pumpkin bread and then we shot down the highway to Memorial Park to elbow the crowds … Continue reading inspiring art in others
I invited anyone to join me for the day. For some reason I couldn’t convince a single one of them the Bayou City Art Fair was worth the trouble to get there or the time spent under a hot sun amidst crowds. I’m the only one here who waits all year for a few hours … Continue reading A visual feast.
I took my husband’s advice and slept in this Saturday morning. With coffee in one hand and my camera around my neck I took a garden tour. It takes my breath away every morning. I just wanted to share some inspiring beauty with you, and wish you a weekend full of wonder at God’s creation … Continue reading morning garden tour
My boys each have a separate life. So do I. We come together in the kitchen. When they return it’s the first place they look for me. I’m compelled to be there when they come home. In my kitchen I discover the secrets of my boy’s lives. Standing at the sink I am their anchor in … Continue reading in my kitchen
A few weeks ago when Donny was home we were sitting in church and Pastor Alex was speaking about our spiritual adoption into the family of God. I saw the look on Donny’s face when it struck him, the idea that adoption is not something man designed, not someone’s good idea to solve the orphan’s … Continue reading Adoption is God’s original idea
Our official American adoption of Kira is not yet complete. In Uganda we are awarded “custody with intent to adopt in the US”. This is because the law in Uganda states you must live in Uganda for three years with the child before you are able to adopt. Rather than changing the law they got … Continue reading More adoption business to endure
Last year while Craig and I toured the canopy of a rainforest in Costa Rica, during a thunderstorm, our guide answered my endless questions about plants. I am the annoying tourist who won’t cease battering the guide with queries, and others may think I should just put my nose in a book and save everyone’s … Continue reading Welcome to the blooming party.