When I opened my blog over two years ago, it was because I hoped to practice writing and be able to enjoy sharing my photography. That’s why it’s simply “musings”. I had to overcome my aversion to my computer. I had no ambition, motives or competitive edge with the endeavor. I wanted to be open to explore, share and learn. I don’t blog because I feel like I have to do it. Usually I can’t wait to get at it. It all bubbles up and I find it enjoyable and fun to work with it. I have accomplished the original goal, which remains ongoing, to practice writing and share my photography, but it has evolved into something more.
When I sent my first post out into blogland there was not a shred of thinking in my mind or push in my heart towards adoption. When I journeyed to Uganda for our adoption there was no understanding I’d come home with an orphanage to take care of, and yet, here I am. It’s fun to look back and see how God has directed my life, and what rewards there are in saying “yes, Lord.”
One outcome of blogging, besides new friends, is when people respond to God’s tickle in their hearts towards loving our kids in Uganda. When these daily miracles occur, I choke up with tears. I feel so broken up that God would choose to send love to the children simply because I love to write and share photos.
Lately, my front porch is piled high with books for the children. Amazing, gorgeous, wonderful story books that will make them squeal and my luggage bulge. Thank you! I’ll continue to collect books well into 2012 until I have enough to ship and build a library! So if you want to participate, you are welcome.
Something else happened because of the blog. In June while we were in Uganda with the team, I received a comment from a woman who was planning on spending six months in Uganda as a volunteer health educator. She contacted me and asked if she could visit the orphanage when she was in town. I responded, “of course!” Well, she’s in Uganda now, her name is Jessalyn, and she contacted me again, so I put her in touch with Phiona. And now weekly Jessalyn goes to help at night with the kids. She reads them stories, plays games, helps with homework, and just recently taught them a new song. Phiona said that they worked for hours to understand and catch it, but when they did she could hear them all humming it.
These children will never forget Jessalyn who came to give nothing more than her time, her love, and share what she knows about God. I look forward to meeting her next week when I visit the children. I shake my head, and wonder about the way God works. I’m just a simple mom in Texas, no real amazing degrees, or work experience, or expertise. I just said, “yes, Lord”. And He has given me more stories of his wonder and grace to tell than I will ever have time and space to share. But more importantly, He continues to prove himself true to his promise to the orphan: “A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows is God in his holy dwelling.” (psalm 68:5) I have a front row seat to watch Him do it. I love that!