You know you’re in Africa when… Mzungu. Point Blank. You don’t need an alarm clock because a 5-year-old African child jumps on you. You think you have a Chaco tan but it’s really just dirt. You take a cold shower every day and you turn into a new level of stank. Beans and rice. 5 hour church services. 4 days a week. 20 people cram into a 6-person bus. You almost get run over daily. Punctuality is only a suggestion. Getting peed on by an orphan is a daily occurrence. You kill a mosquito and yell “MALARIA” and feel accomplished. You paid to get your hair...

This is my first time to ever blog so it might not be the best-written piece but bear with me. We have been here a little over a week and God moved so much since we have stepped off the plane. God has really laid on my heart the schools here in Uganda. There are so many things that are different here but they are so much better than in America. In America, education is free and everyone goes to school. Here, in Uganda, it is a privilege to go to school. School is NOT free in Uganda. Families have to pay for their children go to school, so not that many kids are able to go. The kids that do...

  I love Africa. I love the fact that red dirt covers everything. I love the bad smells and dirty feet. I love hearing the word “Mzungu!” I love the warm hugs and big smiles. This place is tragically beautiful. Trash is everywhere, and so is potential. What these people need is to be taught Scripture. They need truth spoken into their lives. Many of them know of Jesus, but many don’t know much more than His name. I long for them to know His love, His truth, His grace, His forgiveness, and His acceptance. I hope to introduce someone to the freedom that is...

When God placed Uganda on my heart, I had this sudden urge to just get up and go. I had this picture of me moving mountains and changing a nation. I thought all these broken people were going to see Jesus in me and be forever changed, but God had a completely different picture in mind. Since the first day at training camp, back in Georgia, God has been placing the words “Be Still” all over me. One night we were all worshipping and singing our lungs out, but I felt like I needed to stop and listen. I was washed over with this sense of emptiness. See, I have heard people say...

 From the first steps on Ugandan soil (beautifully rich soil) our team of sixteen girls, who became like family after a few short hours, adopted the phrase, “Just Go with It”. I’m not talking about just showing up at churches and being unexpectedly requested to sing a song, or to show what we have prepared for them. The phrase “just go with it” also implies not taking the time to complain or question the situation. God’s been showing me so much, but one of things is listening, and obeying. At the training camp, back in Atlanta, God had laid the...

 Hello world and all who inhabits it! (Or at least those that care enough to read this post) This whole blogging thing is very new to me, so bear with me here.             All I want to talk about is the team’s first day of rest. Adventures in Missions tries to allow all of its missionaries one day of rest a week. It’s supposed to be a day to catch up with our individual time with God, fellowship with the team, and explore the country that we are currently living in. So far, today was our first day of rest. This team...