Starting up a nonprofit was never a life goal. I didn’t have the ambition to try and change the world. I avoided business classes in college like Kira avoids bugs. What I do is proof that God can do anything with anyone. Some days I scratch my head and wonder how is this possible that we … Continue reading Sponsoring a child at Kirabo Seeds is a unique experience.
Sometimes I sit down to write thinking it will be a blog and it turns out to be a personal therapy session. I don’t post those long boring rambles which are mostly interesting to me. It does help me know myself better so it is never time wasted. That’s what happened this morning. When writing … Continue reading a little girl who loves to dress up for daddy
I wrote to Phiona this week to tell her I won’t be working as much, though always available, because it is our Thanksgiving holiday. I asked her to explain to the children how we as a country stop work for a day, gather with family, prepare a feast, and give thanks to God for the … Continue reading Thanksgiving from Uganda
Yesterday was a big event in the lives of our children in Uganda. They finished school for the year and had a celebration. They won’t go back until February. I remember the feeling of the last day of school. A long summer break stretched out before me and I could see that I was free to … Continue reading It was the last day of school in Uganda for the year!!!
What’s fun when you have a family of fifteen children is to sit around as adults and talk about them. I think all parents do that. Craig and I take a date every Friday night, and what do we talk about? The kids. And now our date conversations include our fifteen children in Uganda. Phiona, … Continue reading Dickson survived Malaria
In Arizona I climbed ragged, rocky desert mountains. Near the top between two cracks in a rock there would be a yellow flower blooming. I often wondered, how can it do that with no care, no love, no water? Really it’s persistence and ability not just survive but thrive captivated me. I realized when no one was … Continue reading A child rises from the rubble and finds her beauty.
One of our boys has a traditional Ugandan name that is uncommon here in America, “Desire”. He is seven and one of our youngest boys. I always thought his face was too pretty, so when we went to visit his jjajja I learned they are Rwandese. Desire likes to get attention so he will find … Continue reading A boy named “Desire”.
