Rather than hide eggs for Bear, the horse in our family, we hid a carrot, and it didn’t take him long to find it! We thought about teaching him about resurrection and the celebration of eternity because of Jesus taking our place on the cross, but we figured a carrot was all he could handle. … Continue reading Happy Easter
Sandals are a problem in Uganda with our sixteen children. Can you imagine looking after sixteen pairs of shoes? Phiona complains that as soon as she buys sandals for the children they are broken or missing. When I look at the sandals for sale in the local markets I can understand why they only last … Continue reading We need Shoes!
When Jack and I go to the barn we are on neutral turf. I’m am a student there too, not just mom. We are learning together, sharing our discoveries, opening our vulnerabilities with the hopes of improvement and we are laughing at our mistakes. We are also loving these big horses with a silent understanding … Continue reading Becoming a little bit country.
Last year we discovered good friends were actually rogues using our friendship to devise plans that would shift piles of our money into their personal accounts. One man boasted loudly with pride recently that others should have done to me as he did because now he has a van and eight cows in the village. … Continue reading Kirabo Seeds needs your PRAYERS against rogues.
I blogged a few weeks ago about a story only God could write where a college student went on a mission trip to Uganda and was able to love and hold our baby Kira while we were waiting to have our court date and meet her for the first time. Later she joined YWAM and … Continue reading New Video and Family Photo for Kirabo Seeds
Last weekend at Kirabo Seeds in Uganda we had a special celebration. We invited all of the Jjajjas (grandmothers), Aunties and Uncles of the children to come visit our children’s home and see how they live as well as what we do for them as an organization. Last May when we first gathered up the … Continue reading Feasting and Celebrating in the Kirabo Seeds home
I used to go rollerblading in George Bush Park in the Houston area and I encountered many venomous snakes that crossed my path. A snake would pop out right in front of my skate and I could nearly fall on top of it trying to hop over it. I would scream, hyperventilate, become flushed, get … Continue reading No fear of the dark