Author: Adventures

It’s our last night in Uganda, and we are spending it in an all night prayer. We started tonight off with Ipod worship and just sitting before The Lord listening and worshipping. A song began to play that said, “Take my heart Lord/Speak what is true.” As it began to play, I imagined myself before the throne of God, and I was handing him my heart. With my heart, I was handing him all the things that had been spoken over me by others (and myself) and all the things I’ve believed about myself. The good, the bad, the true, the untrue- all of it. He took my heart from...

Well, I thought it was about time that you folks out there know my team and family that I have grown to love dearly from the bottom of my heart for the last month. We are a group of 18 girls who love each other to pieces. We are like a regular family. We have problems, we solve our problems, we spread Jesus together, we encourage each other, we make awesome memories together, we go on adventures together, and we have even done Christmas together. On this post I thought I would post a picture, as you can tell. That was of us all in front of waterfall this morning before we headed to Nile...

So the time is drawing near. Tomorrow we start our long journey back to the States. Back home.               I am so thankful for the chance of partaking in this adventure. So thankful to everyone who donated and prayed. I’m thankful that my parents allowed me to go away for a month without them. And I am so thankful to God for making it all happen and being with me through it all.   Not gonna lie, there we definitely some points during this trip where I longed for home. Sometimes I just wanted to get a real shower and...

Feet. People dislike feet. They are not the most appealing thing about us. We use them to walk far distances. We use them to run races or kick a ball. We use our feet to stand on, constantly. Would you use the word beautiful to describe your feet? I ask this question because before this trip, that would be the last word I used to describe my feet. While at training, for my month long mission trip to Uganda, my leader washed my dirty feet. I didn’t want her to have to feel the cuts on the bottom or the dirt that pretty much covered my entire foot, but she did it any way. I experienced...

Here in Uganda, our team is easily spotted. A group of 18 white girls is a sight to see here. We hear, “Mzungu, mzungu!” everywhere we go. When we come back home, it may be strange at first to not be called at, waved to, or hear honking horns everywhere we go. Not to sound praise seeking, but I don’t want to lose that attention and recognition when I return to the States. However, I don’t want to be recognized for being a mzungu- I want people to notice me because I am a follower of Christ. I want to reflect Christ’s love, compassion, mercy, and forgiveness...