We crossed the world again and I’m brought to life after a good sleep and a gentle soft rain on the deep red dirt of Uganda. The dust won’t suffocate us today thanks to the rain, however my hair will be a frizzy sight. The balmy tropical weather and foreign birdsong seem to say “welcome home”. We get so lost in time coming this far around the world. Somehow two days passed while we endured three long flights and several layovers. I try not to compute how 26 hours becomes two days I just roll. The first relief is to collect all of our luggage and realize it too survived three flights. The second relief is to hug the necks of Phiona and Robert. After months of electronic communication we share an explosion of chatter perhaps only to hear the melody of their exotic accents.
Joining me are Jack and Kira, as usual. The benefits of homeschool for Jack means he doesn’t have to begin his second semester until we return to America. Kira was on her best behavior, save for a few blips here and there. Donny has also travelled as it was his great desire to return to the children and feel the pull of mission work answered. His grandma is also here, Craig’s mom, hereto known as Jjajja LaTorre. Robert greeted her and asked her, what shall I call you? Well jjajja of course! She has supported our ministry with great interest and heart felt draw from the beginning. I can’t count the sponsors who joined us because of a conversation with her, or the shops that sell our merchandise. She’s got everyone she knows praying for our ministry and for that we are so blessed and thankful. It was time she experience what it feels like to share a great love with the 17 children in our orphanage.
We have a surprise guest with us. Christopher Thompson is a Baylor graduate with a degree in cinematography and a minor in business administration. He feels called to Uganda after two previous mission trips and he requested to intern with Kirabo Seeds for five months. I’ll share more about the series of God moments that connected his call to mine in the days that follow. I assure you the hand of God is here and gently nudging, holding, and sharing the great energy of love we crave to spill out onto the children in our care.
As I write Phiona is at court. Yes that old original case is alive and dribbling forward. I’m not needed and I’m not keen on reliving the past horrors of testifying under assassinating circumstances. That experience is a piece of my past and I’ve not only survived it, I’ve moved on from the hurt. I’ve taken the lessons from being a naive pawn of fraud and used the wisdom gained to protect our ministry. I fear my presence there would stoke up the old angers and hurts. As a Christian I am called to forgive. It is my desire to forgive and pray for the outcome that God desires not my own structure of revenge. (that’s taken a lot of surrender, soul work and bible study to honestly believe) I have let go and I’m waiting on what God will do. I’m not interested in bargaining or forgetting. A crime is a crime and consequences come sooner or later. Whether we can get justice here remains to be seen and it’s not dependent on my attitude or desire. God has it all in his hand and I’m curious to see the outcome but not interested in being held in the past.
It’s taken a long soul journey to be able to honestly say I’ve let go of those heartaches. I think I fell into the pit of depression about it for a while but I’m relieved to know I’ve been lifted out of that pit by a rope constructed of critically important bible verses I clung to for my rescue. I can tell the story without feeling the great suffering return. I can even think more clearly about the lies. Apart from Fred being a member of our family we have moved forward without contact with any of the members from those turbulent days. I often remember the children we love and cared for in those early days of our ministry and I can only believe God continues to bring blessings and love into their lives.
As soon as this troop in my apartment comes to life we’ll walk the short road to the children’s home. I can’t wait to greet Auntie Julie and hear the explosion of joy as the children run for their hugs. We’ve got some fun planned for them this visit. Since their school let out for the year in late November they have been keeping so busy. They had a wonderful community outreach. They welcomed Samson home from training and built him a nice doghouse. All of the boys got circumcised. Eek…unpleasant but necessary. They had the Isenberger family come for Christmas. They are from our church in Katy but now live as expats in Norway. They served our children for a week during Christmas and what a joy it was for our children as well as for them. I’ll share more about that. (my own holiday activities and travel have kept me far from my blog…but I’m back!) Finally, the children spent New Year’s with their Aunties and Jjajjas. Returning home was so desperately anticipated from both the children and the jjajjas. They were able to spend about five days together, and this also provided a good break for the staff. Now they are all refreshed and hopefully energized to receive the adventure with us. In just a few weeks they’ll begin a new year of school.
I invite you to join me as I’ll give it my best to blog daily, African conditions permitting. We welcome your prayers and love for the children as we eagerly spend ourselves on the Kirabo Seeds family. I can already feel the passage way of communicating with God open clearly and it’s as balmy and refreshing as the tropical weather we’ll enjoy. The simplicity of life here gives me a great exhale and when I draw my breath my oxygen is purely the presence of God. I’m home and so happy.