I’ve been watching the countdown to this day when I would have the privilege to write the one thousandth blog post. I have anticipated this personal event with much contemplation. In just under three years I have reached this juncture with a gliding, consistent peaceful effort. I love writing. When I opened musings… I set out simply to practice writing. I was a dancer and that means besides an arabesque I learned the value in practice. Doctors “practice” medicine, yoga students “practice”, and every time I get in the saddle on Gwinny I am practicing what I’ve been taught so I can be a graceful rider. I am a most dutiful student even at my age. Writing requires practice.
Practice for what? I’ve known for a while there’s a story in me hoping to spring out. It bubbles gently on a slow simmer waiting for me to come stir the pot. I’ve been waiting for a long time to get the green light from God to write a memoir about our journey and discoveries in Uganda. I realized instantly that I had a story to tell before I ever had my hands on our baby Kira. But I had no idea what sort of story God would give me to tell, and as it unraveled the past year or so breathlessly I would consult him now and then and say, “now can I begin writing it? Isn’t that enough excitement?” I didn’t hear him actually say no, but it was more like I could see the wall, and his head shaking.
As this one thousand landmark approached I could feel God smile on me and I understood it to be a nod, it is time to begin. But the understanding that came along with the open door was that I had to trade something to keep the balance in my life. Oh no! Not musings…head nod. I negotiated with God. (not something I recommend) What if I split my writing days? Blog less and use the other days to write the memoir.
That is the answer.
A memoir about what? I’ve already put the whole story out there as I lived it. It began with our adoption of baby Kira in Uganda, and we met an orphanage who was desperate for help so we entered into a partnership with a fraudster. We spent eight months opening our nonprofit, finding help for the children, sending thousands of dollars in aid for the children to discover many untold secrets. I made a surprise trip to Uganda and did some investigating to discover it was far worse than I could ever have imagined. In that week’s visit he was arrested and we began to put together a court case. We are now in trial for this case so I cannot mention details. All of that is an interesting story but it is what God did that makes the story most interesting.
He gave us the courage to continue with the mission of caring for orphans in Uganda. We opened our own company in Uganda, bought three acres of land, and our team in Uganda went out to find orphans in great need of help. We’ve rented a temporary house, supplied it, trained the house manager and cook, so we are ready. And of all the days the new children could move into our new home it will be tonight…God willing. It doesn’t go by unnoticed to me that it coincides with my 1000th post. It is a punctuation mark.
Perseverance. Faith. Courage. Justice. Compassion. When life circumstances look the worst and big lies are discovered and all that has been accomplished runs down the drain the first response was to wash our hands and walk away thinking, “it’s much too hard to live in America and try to help orphans in Uganda”. But with God nothing is impossible. We had faith in the calling he gave us to help orphans, we honored it and started over again. He showed us it is not about us it is about the children. We may go through ten more devastating dramas in our journey to give hope and an opportunity to these children, yet still, we will hold on until God says let go.
For today I am going to celebrate a personal accomplishment. A thousand posts is a lot of words, and a pile of photos. I feel charged and ready to pounce on this memoir. I welcome anyone who has followed the story to please share with me how our journey has impacted you. The comments will greatly influence how I approach the project. And thank you all who follow musings, I’m not finished here, and I’m not sure when I’ll actually blog less frequently, and I know I won’t give it up. I’m here to stay.
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I ask you to pray for this memoir. I hope it inspires, entertains, and educates and most importantly that we are able to finance our work in Uganda for the children by selling more than a thousand copies. Cheers!