I appreciate many things about Phiona in the way she thinks about the children in our Kirabo Seeds home in Uganda. I especially value her firm belief that these children shouldn’t lose touch with being authentically Ugandan. I know what she means when she sends me a pile of photos titled, “raising Ugandans”. The photos … Continue reading Raising Ugandans
I sit in my office for many more hours than I ever thought I could endure. I’m making plans to do fundraisers to support our children and team in Uganda. There’s a window seat behind me and I long to recline and take a nap with my dog. There’s another window on my right and … Continue reading Parenting is a humbling endeavor.
I’m beginning to think we bought our house in the wrong area. When we house hunt we pinpoint the best schools and search for a house there. It would be wonderful if we could know a church from the internet and pinpoint it then look for a house. My friend is a pastor’s wife, and … Continue reading Stinkin Thinkin
I could write a book about how I feel when I hear the word harvest. I love what God teaches us when we wait for our harvest, whether that is food, rewards, birth, or project. All things worth having are worth waiting for and the children have been learning this lesson in Uganda. The Kirabo … Continue reading Real Cabbage Patch Kids in Uganda
My husband is relieved to report I am no longer sighing. I picked up my sadness and let the Lord turn it to joy. Anytime I take a problem to the Lord and trust he will show the way through it I feel a great burden lift and what felt so oppressive is hardly recognizable. … Continue reading I ask God: What do I do next?
After six hours in my office cleaning up files where I had to make a pile of sponsor dropouts I was disturbed. The feeling of failure wrapped around me like a cashmere blanket and no matter what I tried I couldn’t remove it. It was so stifling hot I began to sigh heavily and often … Continue reading A call to persevere
The heavens opened and saturated a thirsty San Antonio with steady glittering rain. After church I pulled on the first sweater of the season and found my shearling slippers. I enjoyed my first chill after a long hot Texas summer. The smell of rain gives cause to search for the hand knit blanket and an … Continue reading Where did Kira’s chili spice go?