Rain falls strong on the tin roof of our little home here in Africa. I’m looking out the window from the rest of my mosquito net enveloped bed. The pitch black sky and rolling thunder suddenly reaches a crescendo and the sky breaks into gentle shades of pink.  Not 50 feet from where I now sit is the iron gated entrance to the little primary + kindergarten my team and I have had the privilege to work at/with for the last week. If you were to enter the gates with us in the morning, you would be greeted by an assembly of 50 young children in front of the school, stirring up the red dust...

This past week has been nothing short of incredible. If I could send you a taste of what life is like in Uganda, I would send you the early morning sounds of roosters crowing, and the children’s bubbling laughter as they walk to school. I would send you a snapshot of the long, exhausting days teaching at school and sports camp. Little, dark faces with adoring eyes and snag-tooth grins. Little hands, grubby from from dirt or porridge, pulling on your arms and tugging on your heart. I would send you the faces and stories of the friends I’ve made here. Like Mary, a little school girl...

Life in Uganda is good. And yet, the African bush is incredibly different from what we’re used to back home. Here’s a glimpse into our daily life! At 7:30am we come together for a traditional Eastern African breakfast that is often served with flat bread (Chipati) or even donuts (Mandazi). There’s always popping hot tea and coffee to sip as well!  This week we spent some of our days at a local school. The school doesn’t have electricity, they have ONE book for an entire classroom of students, and they only have 22 pencils for a group 35 students.  Quite different...

We come into this life not fully coherent of the world around us. From the moment we were conceived in our mother’s womb, we are dependent. As we age, we become “independent” beginning with our first steps as children. And as we continue in this life, our first walking steps becoming running ones, society deems us fully “independent” when we can pay the bills by ourselves.   This is where I disagree. We will always be dependent, and there are some who realize this. We will always need someone or something to provide our essential needs, but we try looking for...

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 not...

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 me,...