Uganda Blog, by Sue Henderson, September 30, 2013

Adios, and A New Wonderful Friend

 

We bid our team goodbye yesterday and came into the hotel and fell into the chairs in the "reception" area. We were really sad to see them go but exhausted to the point of collapse. We sat there for a while speechless (which for this group is almost miraculous) not because we had nothing to say but because it took too much energy to speak. Then we slowly got up and meandered to our rooms where we proceeded to veg out for a while. The team now consists of four – Judy Benson, Jaimie Piatnik, Liz Mendoza and me. Vicki Smith (a wonderful woman on the Tree of Life board with me) had connected me with a young lady by the name of Desire. She is the sister of a young man that Vicki sponsors. She has recently graduated university with a degree in social work. Anyway, we had asked her before we came if she would be able to join us for dinner while we were in Kampala. So yesterday she came out to the hotel and joined us for a meal. She came in and what a beautiful woman she was. Oh, my goodness, she was stunning. I'm trying to figure out what she was thinking as she walked into this hotel, not knowing us from Adam, and meeting probably the four weirdest Mzungus ever. Right away I think we all felt a connection and like we had known each other forever. She started to tell us what she does when we asked if she could back up and tell us her story. And so she began…

 

She is the oldest in her family. Her mother married a Muslim man and converted to Christianity when she was a very young girl. As a result of this, her father left her mom and married another woman leaving her mom with she and her brother and two other children. She said they struggled for years to survive. And yes, I mean to survive. To feed themselves so as to not starve. But her mother continued to rely on her faith and instilled this faith in her children. She fought for them to go to school and did whatever it took to make sure they got an education. They moved constantly because they did not have money for rent but still her mother kept them together. Now she has a university degree. She has adopted a baby girl she has named Gift and is passing that legacy on to another generation. She was amazing. She has the strongest faith and actually has been tested and put it into action. Just listening to her passion for people and seeing the way she lives and loves others was amazing to see. Around 10 pm we finally asked her to spend the night (we did not want her to take a boda boda (motorcycle) home in the dark and we all went to bed refreshed but tired. Sitting in that small group and sharing like family was really a wonderful experience. This morning Haji dropped us at the US Embassy and she went off to work.

 

The US Embassy was an interesting experience. For me, I was a little surprised by how easy it was to get in. I expected much stricter levels of security. Maybe it's because we all look so innocent (Steve, you can stop laughing now!) but we passed security, they checked our backpacks, wanded us, looked at our passports and sent us to the next station. They had a list of things we couldn't take in, including computers and phones, so we put our stuff into a locker and were passed through the gate. When we walked into the compound, it was like walking into Utopia. It was beautiful. Once there we walked through a metal detector and were asked to take a seat. Sadly, the woman we were to meet was in South Africa attending an emergency meeting and was not there to see us. This would have been good information to have ahead of time, but it was good to see the procedure to get in so we didn't feel anything was lost.

 

We dropped Judy and Liz at the bank to exchange money while Haji looked for a parking space. We ended up parking in front of the book store we had stopped at two weeks ago and so Jaimie and I walked in. We were hoping to see if they had collected the books for our secondary school but alas they had nothing. Meanwhile back at the ranch, Judy and Liz were done exchanging money and were standing on the street corner waiting for us. Two Mzungus, and money do not equal a good situation. However, they did have ample opportunities to pick up a man! Sadly, there were none they wanted. As they were starting to quake in their boots I was strolling through the bookstore without a care in the world. Last week as we were distributing Bibles I was surprised to learn that many of the Ugandans prefer the Bible in English as opposed to Lugandan. I really thought that buying them in Lugandan was the best way to go. So later in the day I asked Haji when he reads the Koran (he is Muslim) does he prefer to read it in English or Lugandan. Again, his response surprised me. He said the Koran was not translated into Lugandan and he couldn't find one in English. So he hadn't read the Koran in a while. I asked if he would like one and he said yes. So I thought for about two seconds and told him if I could find one I would buy one for him. I really believe I was supposed to do this. Many of you may disagree but I think as Christians we are called to love our brothers. I hope that by giving to him and loving him he may come to know Christ. When we gave the Koran to him today he was very, very thankful.

 

Then we went and visited the market. Liz and Jaimie were adamant that we only spend ten minutes. Well, that lasted about ten minutes. I love that market. I love walking around it and seeing all the wares that people have to sell. Most of them I have already bought on previous trips but I still love seeing what they make. Jaimie bought a mandolin (?) and serenaded us all the way home to Iganga. The words made no sense but she enjoyed strumming and singing. We then stopped in Jinja and ate again at the Source of the Nile and wandered those shops. Finally, we headed back to Iganga in rain like I have never seen before. It poured. It seemed the harder it rained the faster we drove. I had front seat honors because it is the only seat with a window that rolls down and the view is great… especially when you see the truck coming directly at you!!

 

While in Jinja eating there was a woman at the next table… a Mzungu. So naturally I asked where she was from and she told us she was from Witchita Falls, Tx. Small world! Turns out she is a nurse working in Jinja. So we started talking to her about Jaimie's little boy that she sponsors and his ear problems and asked her advice on where she might take him. She immediately recommended a doctor in Jinja not far from the café and so off Judy and Jaimie went to talk to him. So after walking several blocks they walked in and met Dr. Charles, a pediatrician from Britain. He answered their questions and we have scheduled a time for him to see Paul on Thursday afternoon. We then went back and asked Phil if he would let us take Paul to Jinja to see the doctor and he said yes. It is awesome how this has all come together. Dr. Charles said that if Paul needs tubes or other surgery he has a doctor he recommends in Kampala and Phil has already said we can take him!!!

 

Finally we arrived at the Mum and they welcomed us with open arms. James and Steven were here so we sat with them and talked for a while and then went to our separate rooms. Little Lizzie did laundry Ugandan style in a bucket in our bathroom. Our bathroom now has laundry hanging everywhere. Tomorrow we are resting and then going to Musana to meet with Haril and Andrea for dinner. Very excited to sit with them and get to know them better. Every time I come I seem to meet new people and reconnect with others. I continue to say this country is wonderful. The people are kind and gentle. There is so much to love and as I get to know the people better and am sharing truly from the heart I know I am making life long friendships. I have been deeply blessed.

 

One last detail… there are several round a bouts in this country. Every time we come to one we start yelling, "Haji, Haji, Haji" and every once in a while he rewards us by driving in circles around them. With that we all raise our arms like we are on a roller coaster. He probably thinks we are crazy… I think he is right.

                                                                                                   

Two Days Without a Blog is like a day without Sunshine

OK, I'm back on line. It is only 5:19 on Sunday, and the first half of the team is headed to the airport to begin the long flight home! The rest of us are sitting on our beds taking a deep breath and preparing mentally for the next two weeks. For myself, I am very ready for a horizontal time out!!!

Friday morning we started by going to jail! They finally caught up with us and decided that is where we belonged. Can't say by the makeup of this team that they have it completely wrong!! We were greeted with nothing but kindness and welcomed into their temporary home. As we walked into the general area where there were approximately 100 men all dressed in yellow shirts and shorts, and three women, they were all singing for us. We were asked to introduce ourselves and share a word. This was something that was not on our schedule – in fact we knew nothing about it. Steven has asked us if we would take part in this as this is a ministry he is trying to start. In hindsight it was such a blessing. We all loved it. And he was so thankful that we were willing to step into this with him. This team has really been willing to do whatever they've been called to do. And when someone has been called to do something the team has been really willing to follow where they led. 

After that, we headed to Kyemba's house for lunch. He could have fed a Roman army and had leftovers. We sat under a tree and ate all that we could, and even then there was a ton left over. The amount they cooked could have fed us for a week. He is such a wonderful man. He joined us in most of our adventures at Bulubandi and Top Hills taking an active roll in the building of the desks. Really I'm not sure we could have accomplished all we did without his active involvement. So we sat as a family and it was such a good time. We left there and headed back out to Kokombo where the team was really touched the first day. John went immediately to work continuing in the construction mode building shelves for the nurses quarters. The rest of us were in awe of a goat that had just delivered a baby. The baby was so stinkin' cute! So small and so dang cute! We then all wandered walking among the kids until Glenn pulled out the magic guitar. At that point the whole crowd sat down and listened and joined in. He is like a magnet. I got to hold the baby and sit and relax. It was wonderful. We left there and headed back to Phil's for a final goodbye. The team has really loved seeing their kids. They are such a beautiful group of kids. I loved seeing all the hugs and stories being shared back and forth. We all walked away with sadness that we had to leave them behind. 

Saturday we got up and headed to Musana a school headed by a young American woman. It is such a fabulous place; hard to believe it was started by three women in their early 20's. The work they are doing there is amazing. Sadly, I was at the start of a migraine and I had to back out of the tour and spent that time sitting on the bus getting the headache under control. I've seen the place before and on Tuesday the four of us (Jaimie, Judy, Liz and I) are going there for dinner. I will have a chance to see it all and sit in conversation. I am so excited to do that. Our team was so impressed with all they've done in five short years. Wow is all I can say. Then we headed into Jinja for lunch and a little shopping (best guacamole ever) and then headed out to see the Nile. I have to say it is the first time I have ever squatted to go to the bathroom with the view between my legs being the beautiful Nile River. Kind of different to go to the bathroom with the Nile behind you and Bessie the cow in front! After all the girls peed on one section of the hillside Glenn then came over and told us about this great spot to walk down to the water. We all at once said we had just emptied our bladders in that exact spot. Glenn without missing a beat said, "I will be sure not to lick my sandals." The Nile is so pretty. Somehow just knowing it is the place where Moses was put in the basket is so cool. It is also cool to see that the natives don't think it is anything special. Haji then proceeded to take us on to Kampala where we spent the night. Kampala traffic is like nothing you have ever seen. It is worse than SA traffic I have ever experienced. And at a moment's notice the roads may be closed and then you are sent to a detour that doesn't resemble anything road like. Always and adventure. Especially with motorcycles pulling in and out. Not surprised that so many people are killed in accidents. It is crazy. It is definitely survival of the fittest!! 

Today (Sunday) we got up and went to Gaba Church for worship. The church had lost its power so the pastor just started preaching without any music or singing. His sermon was on not having sex before marriage. He talked to the men and the women and how they were to keep themselves pure before marriage. He was serious and humorous at the same time. He preached in English and his co-worker translated in Lugandan. After the service the screen announced that the next service started in 2:30 minutes. By then the power was back and so we stayed for the worship portion of the service. It was awesome as it always is. I love that part of the service. They are so joyful. After that we went to a nice Italian Restaurant where I ordered a wonderful cheese pizza and just about ate the whole thing. As a final stop Haji dropped the bulk of us at a market for last minute shopping and then took Glenn and Jaimie to go buy a second guitar to leave behind. We had the chance to shop in the rain which is interesting since none of the market stands had power. So we literally couldn't see anything without the flashlights from our cell phones. Seriously after you walked in you could not see any of their wares to purchase. But it was fun to see.

Finally we came back to the hotel and let the team pack and change into comfy clothes to fly home. Please keep them in prayer for safe travels. As for the rest of us we'd appreciate prayers as well. We are on our last two weeks. It will be a slower two weeks but we will still be trekking on. 

Love all of you and wish my family could be with me to experience this with me.

Uganda Blog by Liz Mendoza, September 28, 2013

Today we began our journey to Kampala. All the pastors were there to see the team off. We did pretty good, we were only 15 minutes behind schedule. The team said their final farewells and we loaded the bus. 

Next stop Musana.

Bliss. Pure bliss as we pulled up to their gates entrance. The campus is beautiful, it has such a peaceful presence about it. We got to tour the whole campus. Breathtaking. The things they have done in the past five years is astounding. It feels like walking into another world. Everything they do is for the benefit of the children. You can see the glimpses where the American culture has been of an influence. But above all else they want to make sure the kids stay very much apart of their culture. So on holidays they make sure they go home to their community and family. Their goal is to be self sustaining in the next 5 years. Incredible. They have a church on the campus with a beautiful mural on the wall that one of Andreas sisters did. It's breathtaking. Glenn spotted a drum and asked if he could play. Of course that led into song, we sang Jesus before me, Jesus behind me, Jesus inside me, Alleluia. Andrea asked if Glenn could stay, that the kids would love it. We then got a tour of the teachers quarters and the section that they lived in. It's beautiful, it feels like it's own little oasis. Very peaceful. Very freeing. It was time for us to leave, I'm glad we get to go back on Tuesday to have dinner and talk with them more. 

Next stop. Source of the Nile cafe. Off to Jinja we went. We stopped there for lunch before heading to take the team to see the Nile. The Nile is one of my favorite parts of this country. It's such a powerful water source, I literally could just sit there and watch it all day. We went to one part, but it was so commercialized. It was cool to get our feet wet with the Nile, but all the venders were a little too much. So Haji tried to get us into the new dam area....but we were denied. They said you had to have an appointment. Haji said, "this is Africa, we don't make appointments". Better luck next time. We drove around for a little longer, then haji stopped in the middle of the road in a town and asked some guy on the street something. We kept driving. Next thing you know we drive down this windy little road and we can see the Nile. That's the Nile we were looking for. The powerful waves that can knock you over. We first had our adventure of using natures bathroom. Always entertaining. Then we headed out to get a closer look. We found a huge rock to sit on. You could see the water rushing and just crashing down. I love the roar of the river churning. I could've sat there all day. I love it. It was getting later in the day and we still had a ways to go to Kampala. So we loaded up and off we went. 

It was a long journey to Kampala, we didn't make it till 8pm. Which meant that we were traveling in Kampala at night, not so fun. It's a super busy city and there's little light anywhere. Since its Saturday night, the streets were a buslin'. Tomorrow we will head to Gaba Church, then some shopping before we take the team to the airport. 

Day 12

Yesterday was our last day to sleepy the Mum. I am going to miss the feeling of home there, and waking up with so many welcomes by the staff and pastors. It was such a great stay, we are sad to see them go. One last farewell with out fabulous Tree Life Pastors, and we were off (just a little late susie-quzie.)

We made it down to Jinja to head towards the source of the Nile. I can now say that I have put my feet in the Nile river. It was refreshing after all the Jesus walking we have been doing. I have been a little sad as we have not had a chance to be with little bitties, but has been refreshing getting a little break. Dang. That sounds rough. This trip has drained our cup and I think it's about time to get refueled.

After being at the source, I think Haji had other plans. He took a different route to see if the police would just let us into another damn @ the Nile. After Haji sweet talking the guard, nothing happened. No appointment. Oh well.
That was the 2nd run in the the law today. This morning it was because the bus was missing a sticker. The cop wanted to give Haji a ticket. He exchanged words, and next thing you know, she is laughing and we are driving off. Go team Haji. THEN he took us down this other 30 minute road to see if he could find the Nile again. Well, he did, and it was better than the first.

We made it Adonai with a wonderful dinner spread. Beds are unmade and people ready to be done.

Sorry such a short blog....maybe will elaborate tomorrow. Sleepy time.

Uganda Blog by Liz Mendoza - September 27, 2013

How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of the messenger who brings good news, the good news of peace and salvation, the news that the God of Israel reigns! (Isaiah 52:7 NLT)

James led us in devotion this morning. He was talking about how before we were born God knew that we would be here. It is not an accident. We bring forth the good news to those we come in contact with. We are climbing mountains everywhere we go, it's the people who do not yet know Christ that are the mountains. And how every step we take God is there to protect us. 

Today we headed to prison. When Sue asked Stephen if we could vote someone to spend the night at the prison, he said he chose her. We had to wait a little bit, for they were getting things prepared for us to go in. We went into what we would consider a country jail. The people who were in there were for minimal crimes like stealing or fighting. We walked through this small door into a section that felt like a barn. The door leading to the courtyard area was a wooden door with the number count of people in which prison on it. We walked through a small door, and before us were about 50+ men all in yellow singing and clapping.  It was a unique feeling walking through that gate and into the open area. There was a peacefulness that I can't explain. We took our seats at the front, and had the opportunity to say who we were and give a word of encouragement. Of all the things we have done thus far, this has been one of my favorites. We were able to bring them blankets, sugar, soap, and a few solar lamps. It truly was an honor to meet the faces that we have been praying for. We sang a song for them and they sang a song for us. It was a sweet time and I'm so glad The Lord have us the opportunity to experience that. 

On the way to the market today, Haji decided to do donuts in the road. He's a nut. They have roundabouts and Hadji kept going around and around and around. The locals were looking at us like we were crazy. Its because we have a crazy bus driver. We headed back into the market to get some more items for our kids. It's always an adventure. I was looking for a backpack, there's not quite the selection like there is in the states. You have about 5 choices. Everyone was able to find what they were looking for except these little croc like looking sandals the kids wear. We went to a different little section to find them. While everyone was picking out these shoes, I was distracted by the cutest little baby. Then another man with a naked baby came up and said, "this baby is an orphan". When I asked how come, I think there was a language barrier for i got no answer. Instead he asked if he could have my number. Not sure how we got from orphans to numbers.....that was a fast turn in conversation. I politely said no I can't, though there's another language barrier because he went away laughing. I need to learn this language faster. The language barrier makes things a little uncomfortable at times and always confusing. I kept sue out of the street once again and off to Kyemba's house we went. 

You have not experienced true hospitality until you have been to Kyemba's home. His wife..precious. They're family always welcomes you in as if its where you always belonged. When we pulled up they were wiping down the chairs and had everything ready for us. They sat us under a tree for shade, and asked us to take a seat. They're hospitality is humbling. Kyemba kept telling us to have another round of food. It was all so good, some of the best food since I've been here. Once everyone was done eating, his wife went inside to get a mat and walked over to this area to put it on the ground. Shortly after, a gaggle of children inhabited the mat. His wife grabbed a huge plate thing, piled it with food then set it among the children. Then she told them to wait, she came back with water to wash their hands. Stop it. They weren't even her children, they were her friends'. Not only did she feed us, she fed the sweet babies who live around her. This is something they always do. Chills. We got to see the well they use for water, and after we were treated to some sugar cane. She asked us if we could stay with them tonight. To have that heart. Where all you want to do is cater to people, expecting nothing in return. I hate to say goodbye to this sweet family, because my heart just wants to stay with them forever. 

We finally said our farewells and loaded up to head to Phil's. I love those children, they have such a special place in my heart. Brenda grabbed me to come jump rope with the girls, boy did that wear me out! Apparently I walked away with 11 husbands and a child, they thought it was hilarious. Thank you jump rope game and communication barriers. Phil pulled up and asked Sue to come take pictures of the property in the back. Jaimie and I tagged along. Of course we found a gaggle and of course Jaimie scared them. We played a little Tarzan too! I swung from a vine, it felt like it could break any minute. Glad it didn't, though the kids would've gotten a kick out of that. 

Our team said our farewells to the kids and we headed back to the Mum. The pastors were there to greet us. Since its our last night here, all the pastors joined us for dinner. I tell you they are the sweetest group of men and women. Their hearts for the gospel to be spread in this country is encouraging. I'm so blessed to have the opportunity to spend the month with them and see them at work. They love the children, they love the country, and they love this ministry. What a blessing. They have a great sense of humor too, I feel right at home. There hasn't been a day that's gone by that we haven't been continually laughing. Between Haji and Stephen, our abs have gotten the best workout. Haji and I sat at the end of the table and launched straw wrappers at people. I would prep the straw and Haji would launch it. We made a pretty good team. Haji was cracking up, for once the victim was hit he would act as if nothing happened. Of course not for long, for shortly after he would just crack up. He's still a kid at heart. Tonight was our teams last night in Iganga. Tomorrow we will head to Musana to meet Andrea then off to Kampala! The road home for the 8 of them will begin tomorrow. Prayers for safety traveling as they board the plan on Sunday night. We are sad that they are leaving, but excited for what The Lord has in store for the four of us these next two weeks! 

-Liz 

Day 11

Can't say it enough, but Uganda rocks.

This morning we headed to the prison to minister to them and give them some blankets, sugar and a couple solar powered lights. I have to admit, before going, i really had no desire to check off "go to a prison in Iganga" on my list. Criminals are bad, right? Well, let me tell you, if you send a group of missionaries to an Igangan prison, they will get blessed by the prisoners. We did a small church service for the 122 men and 3 women that were there. Seeing their faces light up to Jesus songs, AND even have 2 sing back to us...a sweet song he had written himself. Wowsers. They were so appreciative of us coming and blessing them. Another Uganda time moment, our quick little 30 minute prison trip took about 2 hours. :)

We then headed to the market in Iganga, which is an experience in itself. First we looked for a mixer and amplifier for one of the schools where they hold church service. Glenn and Ronald were in charge...I just got to go hold money. And guess what? Glenn is still the money haggler here too! He even asked the shop owner at one point, "can you come down in price...it's for the kids!" Dang, low blow. The guy didn't budge anymore. :)

We finished up getting supplies for our kids @ Phil's and were blessed my visiting Kyrmba's house for lunch. His family is so warm and hospitable. The food and the company were great. We were even treated to some sugarcane after we finished! Straight from the street, but safe to eat Hinkebein. Liz and Jaimie promised. We then made our way back to the kids house. It was a super sweet time again hanging out with those sweet kids. We got to just be. No agenda, just love on them. It was awesome.

We finished up another great day with dinner here @ the Mum with all the Tree of Life pastors. They are such a God loving group of men and women. It is wonderful to call them friends.

Time for bed, so that we can get all packed up to leave for Kampala in the morning.

Babe, love you, and I am one more day closer to seeing you and my boys. I am proud of all that you have had to juggle while I gone.

Walking into the prison. Didn't scare me one but when they locked us in. Ha!

Day 10

Day 10…really? Already? Wow. Crazy to think that I am blogging into the double digits when it seems as though we just got to the SA airport.

We were able to head back to the women's ministry this morning to have Patrick measure us for our skirts, shirts and suits AND learn how to make the paper beads! I was so looking forward to the bead making. I had my hands in so many beads re-making all my bracelets for my prayer partners, I could not wait to see the making of the beads! It was just as hard and just as time consuming as I thought it would be. Dang. These women rock and have so much patience to be able to do this stuff. My ADD kicked in, and 9 beads were enough for me. :) One thing that really got us giggling was when Judy B went to show one of the women's ministry ladies her newly rolled bead. Judy was so proud! The sweet woman took it, looked at it, and threw it in the bushes! It was no good! Good for us, but not good enough for them. Gave us such a good laugh! We decided we would not show off anymore of our beads just incase they were not good enough! Today was another day of finishing up stuff again, this time at Bulubandi. Finishing up the ambassadorship, finishing up the desks, finishing up passing out the mercy bags, and finishing up the pictures of the kids. I think we completed 2 out of 4. Not too bad. I was back on picture duty, and it BLEW my mind when Sue mentioned tonight at dinner that I took 1400+ pictures! That is a crazy insane amount of pictures. Still shaking my head on that one. 1400 beautiful shots of kids. 1400 different shots with personality. We made it through all the classes except for 1, thanks to the wonderful help from one of the English teachers, Bridget. She was a class picture prepping rock star and dang, did we wish we had her the whole time! She had some wonderful questions to for us, and was really hoping that we had brought an American English teacher to ask some questions to. As you can read from this blog, English is NOT my subject of choice, so I stayed way far away from that. Desk making was a success along with finishing up the ambassadorship. We had most of our team who wanted to go back to Kokombo. Pastor Stephen really wanted us to give out Mercy bags. Sue talked to him about wanting to go back to Kokombo, and Pastor Stephen was so sweet to totally understand, and wanted us to be lead to do what we were feeling called to. Love that man. I was also able to spend some more sweet time with both Gloria and Rigal again. Those 2. Gloria wrote me another letter and made me a basket made from notebook paper with 2 more pictures in it. Rigal held my hand so close to him I wondered if I would ever get it back. Geesh. I pray that I touched their hearts even a little bit, no match for as much as they touched mine. It was hard to leave today knowing that was the last time I would get to see the two of them. 

After our sweet time @ Bulubandi, it was off to Kukombo. We were greeted but the gift of life, a baby cow being carried by a little boy, with the mama chasing him! (I think he thought the mama was tied up like most of the animals here.) We also found a brand new baby goat, only being delivered about an hour before we got there. Between the baby animals and the sweet human babies everywhere, it's a baby heaven! More sweet time loving on kids and the adults. At one point I looked at Jaimie and said, if my arm was my neck, I would have been suffocated by now. These Kukombo kids latch on to you more so than the other kids. AND…I never saw a single kid wearing one of the t-shirts that we handed out on Sunday. Cracked me up! 

I remember Blake explaining some stuff to me to warn me about my trip, from experience from his trip 3 years ago. There was so much stuff he tried to warn/pre-tell me about, I remember almost getting lost in the conversations since I had not the slightest idea what to expect. One thing I remember pretty clear was the story about the days. The day or two when you get here and see it all. The day and day after you get here and think that the days will go on and on for you to be here. Then the day when you are getting ready to leave and you think, I can not believe it is over. I prayed pretty hard before I got here that I would not go through the first couple days of sadness seeing Uganda. That I would be prepared and ready to dive in for all of it. I have thanked God for my easy transition into this country. I never thought about the leaving part though. I did not pray for the end. I am starting to think about it now, and am starting to feel the sadness. Please join me in prayer for our team for the next 2 days as we finish up here in Uganda, the day and a half of travel back home, and the transition back into normal life. 

Babe, though I am sad at the thought of leaving, I can hardly explain the excitement of knowing I get to see you and the boys in 4 days. Love you. 

My first paper bead

Not bad for a Mzungu

Ugandan food...it's what's for lunch

This is Rigal who stole a piece of my heart and forgot to give it back. (and yes, that is a monkey sticker on my glasses. We bribe the children. HA!)

My awesome bed for the last 8 days, complete with mosquito net. :)

Day 9

Today is yet another day that I am again amazed at the Lord's handiwork. (squirrel…because I am a goofball and a terrible speller, I had to make sure I spelled handiwork right cause it had the squiggly lines. Is it with a y, an i? I was right the first time, thank you, but heres another look at how cool He is…the thesaurus look up for handiwork: noun - CREATION. Hello! Creation. His creation. Perfect description.)

Any-who…we were able to go back to Bulubandi again today. Guess what…those kids who greeted us with the most awesome greeting Saturday, did it again. Not because they didn't know us, but because this time they did. And were so excited to see us again. I wish I had that enthusiasm when I greeted my friends. Pure love and joy. There is a little girl there that has taken a front row seat in Jen Taylor's heart, Gloria. She is the one I talked about that took me in a couple of days ago. That sweet girl found me so quick. Sweet heart that girl is. AND, today she had a sweet picture drawn ready just for me. I asked her to write her name on it, and her face lit up like the sun. It was almost like I could hear her sweet self, so happy that I wanted her to write HER name. I told her I would keep that paper and pray for her. These sweet kids grab onto you with sweet love and affection. I pray that she has someone here that can love her as much as she has for others. I had to say goodbye to sweet Gloria for a little bit as we went down the road to the Women's ministry, where Pastor Irene pastors to these women. Some are widows, all are mothers, all are absolutely beautiful. AND one was named Jennifer. I gave a big whoop whoop for the power of the Jennifers, and she let out a loud "aye aye aye aye!!!!" Pure excitement in her name twin. :) We were able to gather in a circle with the women and hear their stories. These women care enough about their families to gather twice a week to better themselves so that they may better their families. Another beautiful picture of community. We were they able to see and explore their crafts that they make to support themselves. Beads, purses, hats, bowls and mats galore. All beautiful colors of our God's rainbow. Tomorrow we get to go back and see how the beads are made! Oh, I can't wait. 

After visiting with the women's ministry, we were able to take the red dirt road on foot to head back to Bulubandi. The people we pass along the way are remarkable. Some scream, some wave, some stare and some babies cry. Most all are fascinated with us Mzungu. I could only imagine it would be like people with purple or green skin walking down our streets at home. Back at Bulubandi, Gloria found me again as soon as she broke for lunch. This time beaming with joy as she passed me and showed me her lunch. She's awesome. Guess what…after lunch, another picture. She is an artist through and through, and I am blessed that she is sharing it with me. So…I had to give her something back. With my best block letters, since I can't draw worth a flip, I wrote out her name and a little letter to her knowing how much I will think about her and how much God loves her.

Then came time for pictures. This time, we were not quite as ready or prepared, and the kids smelled the fear. Goodness gracious, it was like herding kittens. Loud and crazy kittens. They don't do the finger over the lips and 2 fingers in the air to be quiet either. When mzungu does that, they look at each other and laugh. They also don't understand "shhhhhh…". Hilarious! They laughed and laughed, while most of the time our team looked at each other totally confused. But I can say without a doubt, Sue needs Lugandan lessons. She was a hoot! about 2/3 through the first (and only class we were able to get to), we finally gained control and were able to complete our task. Whew. We worked for our rice and beans today, let me tell you.

We left a tad early to hit the Iganga street market to find some fabric so that Irene's husband, Patrick, can make us skirts. Most everything here has been a new experience, but the market was in it's own category of crazy. People everywhere. Through my head "which one of us does not belong" played through my head as we walked through. I tell you what through, the fabrics were beautiful!! It was hard to pick one. I was a bit overwhelmed…especially when our friend Julie took us through a small & skinny pathway filled with shoes. We were on a mission to find some school shoes for some of the kids at Phil's. Praise God we had Julie with us, who was totally in charge! I wish I could have understood what they were saying! All I know is I walked out with 1 of the 2 pair I needed. We will be back to experience the market and finish up our shopping on Friday.

We were able to make a side trip on the way to the Mum back to the kids house with Hope Africa. Moses was there, and was so exited again. He did not know we were coming back today. He is just a regular teen age boy, not getting too close, but never leaving sight of me. Love that. He has been allowing me to love on other children who are not able to have someone here. One of them is Masiat, who I finally found again after about 15 minutes. The best I can guess (again with a language barrier) is that she went back to school when she saw up arrive to get her last math exam book to show me. Sweetness. I was able to sit down with her and we went over all of her answers she wrote. She told me the ones she got wrong, and if she didn't know the right answer, we went over then together. One question was a doozie, and I looked at her and said "girl, I'd need a pen for this one". She jumped up, and returned about a minute later with a pen. We were able to work through the remaining problems, this time with an audience! I felt as though I was able to be just like her sponsor, Julie, who is a teacher. I put on my best Julie Page hat, and went to work! She is a precious girl with a big 'ol heart. Her friends watch her and smile as she talks. She takes such pride in keeping her area clean in her room. She has beautiful handwriting. Her smile makes me tear up. I get to be a part of all of this, as my sweet boy Moses watches. I look over at him every couple of minutes and he smiles so big. My heart is so full.

I love our team of 12 + our remarkable driver Haji. I am sure this is the best team that has ever traveled to Iganga, and it is hard to think we will only be here for 2 more days until we head back to Kapala on Saturday to spend 2 days there. 

Babe, I was soooooo excited to face time you and the boys today, and am happy you got to meet our Haji. I don't remember if he told you he loves me 5 or 50 times. I hope Brandon had fun hanging out with buds with early out today, and that Camo runs super fast and makes his mama proud at his Cross Country meet this afternoon. I love you and miss you so.

Kids playing in the yard of the children's ministry. I have been trying to get a pic of a kid playing with a tire since we got here. I finally got 2. :) Kids here play with the darnedest things.

The beautiful colors of the crafts.

An unnamed, not talked about, and not photographed friend working hard at taking pictures. :)

One of my sweet pictures from Gloria.

Deep thoughts with Haji.

My sweet family, face timing at 6am their time. 

Day 8

Turns out, Iganga is kind of like home when it rains. Except that they have received a lot of it, unlike us back home. They get their own little road floods, that reminds me of my neighborhood. Except here, the roads are red dirt, not black top. With that, come holes, and ruts, and bumps. Lots of them. Makes for a super fun 1 1/2 ride to Top Hills!

We headed to Top Hills school again today to finish up all the things we were not able to accomplish yesterday. God decided to go along with our plan today, thank you! We split up our team of 12, to finish up desks, teach a sweet man named Richard the guitar (and Glenn got to also add the school's headmaster Moses to the lesson too!), work on child sponsorship applications, and take pictures (ohhh…and mercy bags @ the end of the day). We were all on fire today! Our picture taking group was hilarious!!! Again, I have a WHOLE new respect for Lifetouch. Trying to get 55+kids in order for a group picture (WITH a language barrier to add) and get them to stand still and smile? It takes talent. Thank goodness our team was gifted it yet again today. These kids were cracking us up!! Some of them would not secca (Lugandan for smile) at all, while others looked like they were having a seizure they laughed so hard. I think we had over 1000+ pictures taken from Nursery (kindergarden) through P6 (6th grade). P7 lucked out today with only having time for their group picture. They will finish up a couple weeks later when the group of 4 who are staying for a month come back to Top Hills. We laughed, and laughed and laughed. Things I learned while taking pictures, 1. fart noises are funny, even half way around the world 2. 13 year old kids have somehow learned the eye roll too, half way around the world. Good times, friends. Good times! 

Today was also what was labeled "Goats and Chickens" on our itinerary. :) Tree of Life gave the sponsors the opportunity to sponsor their kids families with a goat, a chicken, or a combo of both. These are given to the child's family, to help bless and support their family. Not only that, but they are teaching them the idea of "first fruits" by asking for them to bless the school back with their first goat or baby chick offspring. What a beautiful picture of giving and giving back, even in hardship. We were able to be a part in handing the goats and chickens to the families and children, and letting them know of the blessing from their sponsor, who was not here. They were so grateful! It was one more way we were able to be hands and feet of Christ. 

Squirrel...I laughed today as I was reminded of the movie Groundhog Day. It is a little like that staying at the Mum and ministering during the day. Every morning, we walk into the hotel dining area. Quick cup of hot water for your coffee. Breakfast time…french toast please (or today I got real crazy and got a veggie omelet.) :) Time for devotion. Hurry people, we have 5 minutes till we need to be on the bus. Check, on the bus. Oh wait. We are not ready yet. Please hold your horses for 30 minutes (or maybe 60 if we are real confused. Ok, on the road. People, kids, people, boda boda here, boda boda there, laughter, bump, bump, more laughter, WATCH OUT CHICKEN CHICKEN CHICKEN, people, stores, laughter, oh goodness, we almost hit someone, ok...we are here. Love on kids…find the holy spirit…time for lunch. Oh yes, my bladder is full. Awesome. Hold a tissue under your nose…cough cough…and run out as fast as you can. (Bathroom breaks are NOT my favorite.) Lunch? Yes, please, I'll take rice, beans, cabbage, pineapple and chapati. Drink? Warm coke please. :) Sometimes I mess things up all crazy like and sit in a different place, or put the food on a different area of my plate. :) It is the most beautiful and life changing Groundhog Day ever though.

We were told to LOAD THE BUS at 4pm to head to the market. Well, that happened for almost half. Then we decided to wait 20 minutes to finish up the desks. Well, 20 turned into about an hour and a half. Totally OK! We had a box of chickens for the bus ride home, that were now becoming kid poking bags. So…we were able to teach the kids a new cheer "Chickens are friends… Be nice to chickens", as Liz pet the chickens. More laughter. That wasn't holding them, so then came the bubbles. That held the kids for a while, especially since Haji was bribing them with 1000 shillings to the kid who could bring him a bubble on their hand. Haji = 1 funny dude. I was able to teach the kids about some American stuff, naming everything on my wrist and head and what it was for (you know me and by silly bling). Watch, bracelet, mosquito bracelet, rubber band, another bracelet, sunglasses, hair tie, and head band. Also taught them all about my family, how old everyone we could see was, then we counted by 10's and 100's. They were so intrigued! It was phenomenal having so many children around and want to pay attention. Oh, PS, there was no market. Hopefully tomorrow. 

Another day of huge blessings, and prayers for a good night's sleep for our team. We need it. Also, please pray for our little ailments to be gone, so that we may all be 100%!

Babe…I love you and miss you and the boys so much. I pray everything is going smoothly. To all the people helping making life work while I am gone, I could not be here with out you, and I will never be able to repay you. Thank you.

Hi Mom. :)

Blessings,

Jen Taylor

Day 6 & 7

Man…to say the last 2 days have been a whirlwind is an understatement. Let me see if I can try and write.

Yesterday was Sunday, church day! We all piled in bus after another good breakfast to head to Kokombo for church service. Kokombo is a village where Tree of Life has a medical clinic and a place for worship. As soon as we pulled up, we were greeted by drums and people singing and dancing! So much that I was not sure that we would make it in the gate without running multiple people over. All loves were spared as we pulled in and were greeted by the most magnificent greeting ever. Well, they are all good, but this one was grand! Singing, dancing, drumming, shaking, smiling, on and on. The greeting lasted about 20 minutes before we headed into the church. I should also mention, that Jen Taylor got a pretty good case of car sickness on the way there. Boy 'o boy, it stinks. By the time we got into the church, I felt like I was on a boat in the middle of the ocean. I love to live by "fake it till you make it", which I still tried to live by here in Iganga. So, a lot of the church service is somewhat of a rocky blur, but I remember laughing when Pastor Stephen stood up and gave us the order of service. I can remember, "the women will lead us in a song, then another song, then another song, then another song, then the introduction, then another song," etc, or something to that effect. :) I tried my best to keep my head up and watch all that I could! It was incredible. The singing and dancing was nothing like I have ever seen before, and they worship with ALL they have, nothing held back. So cool. About an hour or so into the service, I had to be taken to the clinic. Sweet Sue said I looked terrible and that my face was as white as the little picture of Africa on my shirt. I was able to listen to the rest of the church service from the window, which was still beautiful. Not long after service ended, the meds finally kicked in, and I was on my swaying way again. :)

After lunch, we were able to take a hike up a hill. A big hill. And we were not alone. We were followed by several children, all making this big long hike with us, one little girl no older than 6 carrying her little brother on her back the whole…entire…way. I could not believe these children running and sneaking around us on this pretty tough hike, barefoot. Crazy. The top of what Sue named Lee Bowers hill (because his group did it for the first time with Tree of Life this summer, and we don't know the name) was breathtaking. Such a beautiful site. On the way back home, we were able to stop at a house where on of the elders of the village lived to give him a t-shirt. The man was beyond grateful, and offered each one of us some of his land on the hillside for us to build anything we wanted, because he wanted us to be his neighbors. For real. Land for a t-shirt. Judy handed the reusable bag that we were holding the t-shirt in to the sweet old lady, and she bowed down at Judy's feet and rubbed her face on them. Humbleness beyond belief. These sweet people love people more that we ever understand. When we got back to Kokombo, we were able to spend some time meeting a sweet lady named Jackie while 4 of the team members went back up the hill for a quick little trip to hand a mercy back to the sweet elderly man. By quick trip, I mean 1 1/2 hours. :) Uganda time…it's it's own mystery. Jackie was found by a missionary of Tree of Life about a year ago. She was very, very sick. Sweet Jackie is now healing, and will be able to go back to her own village in about 6 months when she is done with treatments. She is now able to go and tell HIS and her story of redemption and healing, all because someone said yes.

*insert a couple funnies here: Jaimie Piatnik and Josh Dean are stinking comedians I tell you. Well, we all are, and that has brought SUCH life to this trip!! While the group of 4 went back up the hill, Jaimie has another huge group of kids that followed them chanting "Jai-mie, Jai-mie, Jai-mie" and another time "Josh is weird, Josh is weird, Josh is weird". Another funny that Josh and Jaimie love to do is scream like a monster and chase the stinking kids. I can't imagine what they are thinking. Here are all these "mzungus" (white people), that they maybe have not ever seen before, and there's Josh, screaming and chasing them. No wonder the toddlers sometimes cry when they see us. Yes, I have made kids cry. Apparently waving is scary. 

Today was another wonderful day. We were able to go back to Top Hills, of course after making several stops. Our goal today was to make teacher desks, take group and individual pictures of each class from Nursery - Primary 7, and pass out mercy bags. Well, our plan is not always THE plan. We managed to I think make 1 desk, take 2 full class pictures and no mercy bags. Us = 0, God = + another one. Today was the day the rains came. And came. And came. So much so, they had to have the classes take a break because it was raining so hard you could not hear the teachers. So we sat inside and just visited. The rain was powerful and beautiful. It was loud, but peaceful at the same time. 

After the rain stopped, we started back up again with pictures. These kids…their faces. I was gifted the opportunity to be the photographer. These kids lit up at the site of the camera. They were so proud. Tucking in their shirts, and smiling. Just perfectly. You could almost see their story on their face. Precious stories that our God is redeeming by the day. Oh, it was great.

With the rain comes the red mud, and I was really looking forward to the roller coaster ride home. Our driver Haji is the best. I laughed as I was able to move to the front seat next to him today. Driving here is really like a big huge game of frogger and chicken at the same time. No traffic lights, no stop signs, just the person with the biggest vehicle gets the right away. Hilarious. I looked over after one of our stops today and watched Haji put on his seatbelt. I looked down, no seatbelt here! I pulled on his and asked where ours were?!? Hadi just let our a big 'ol belly laugh. (That was the time for a quick transportation prayer. :) )

We were able to stop in the rain on the way home to go by one of our Pastor's house, Irene and her husband Patrick. This was the first Ugandan house welcome party we have experienced. So humbling as we walk into their home, and instead of thanking them of brining us in from the rain, they thank and bless us for coming. I hope and pray I learn some of that from their culture. It was a precious time of singing and prayer for us, and us doing the same for their family and their village.

One more stop on the way back to the Mum…back to the kid's house from Hope Africa. It was for another walk we go, as the roads were too bad for the bus to make the trip down. Game time…this time more like a slip and slide. Laughs and more laughs. The kids are so sweet. They piled us all into their cooking area, which has a roof, so we wouldn't get as wet. There were about 40 or so us piled in a room no more than 10x15. We played some mean games of hand clap and "statue", where you stay as still as you can. Then someone laughs and everyone cracks up, until someone points and yells statue again. These sweet simple games bring so much joy to those kiddos.

I am filled every minute of each day with such sweet emotions. There are so many new things to see; I wish I was carrying around a camcorder. But like @ my own kids games, when I am video taping or snapping photos, I feel like I am not "all in". Here, I am trying to be all in. Because of that, I am going to share photos with Sue soon. Promise.

Don't forget to be checking Sue and Liz' blog over on the right. They give new and beautiful perspective from someone who has been and experienced this several times. AND sometimes between the 3 of us, we can almost get somewhat of a complete story. :)

Miss you all. 

Babe, please tell the boys I miss them so. I love you.

Blessings,

Jen Taylor

day 5

I really really do not even know where to start. When God said GO, I really had no idea that he would bless my pants off like he has. AND I know I can say the same for our whole team. Well maybe not Sue. :) I thought I was going to be the one ministering to His people. I am. But they are ministering to me soooooo much more.  

We started off the morning after a WELL needed good night's sleep, at the crack of 7:30am, again with breakfast and devotion time. Let me just tell you, french toast in Iganga is better than any french toast in the states. Period. 

We then headed to Bulubandi, a school and orphanage here close in Iganga sponsored by Tree of Life. Blew me away starting when we drove in the place. If you read Sue's post last night, she talked about yesterday that the kids were in school when we pulled up @ Top Hills; there was not the "welcome line" like we always hear about (though they came out reAAl quick). Today, Saturday, the kids flooded us as soon as our bus stopped. Handshakes, hugs, smiles and more smiles, the kids loved on us from the first minute. We met, we shook, we learned their names as they learned ours. Pure heaven once again.

Today, I was gifted the opportunity by being loved on by 6 girls. Gloria, their little ring leader, took me by the hand and made me one of them. They first showed me the big painted tree on the side of the school, which adorns their hand prints as leaves and grass. The girls were so proud. They then showed me their school rooms and where they attend church. They told me about Jesus, and I reassured them that He not only lives pointing up, but in each of their hearts and through them. Yes, yes, yes, was their answer back. They then showed me their school garden, that they are learning to take care of. Judy B explained to me tonight, that the garden is not necessarily big enough to supply all the kids @ Bulubandi, but gives them the skills and life lessons to take the knowledge back to their families. Such beauty…give a man a fish vs. teaching. Brilliant. :) After my garden lesson, they then said, "We want to sing for you". The girls lead me to another classroom, where I had a concert I would have paid big money for. Their voices were so sweet. Indescribable. 

We finished up @ Bulubandi and then my heart went pitter patter. Da da da DA! It was time to head to Phil's to meet the kids I have heart so much about, including my sweet Moses Okere.

We pulled up to Phil's house with Hope Africa. Kids…kids…kids. Sweet faces. All different. All so excited to know you. Laughter and shyness. Perfect.

We stayed at Phil's for a while, toured his house, and met all the wonderful women who were so busy preparing our fabulous lunch feast. Pots and fire everywhere, getting ready to serve 150. I can't imagine! I get worried sometimes preparing for our home group of 28ish. One of the first kiddos I met and was around all day was Paul Losiya, who is sponsored by my/our associate pastor Linda and her husband Randy. I introduced myself and finished with telling him Moses Okere was my son. He answered back, "Really? He will be so happy to see you." After more greetings, we all looked at each other, giddy, and said, "lets walk to the children's house". It seemed like the way there was one of the longest walks of my life. Walking hand in hand with our kids, we finally made the turn to the house. We walked in and were swarmed with more precious smiling faces. Everyone here is SOOOO happy to see and meet you, where at home we run by people with our heads down sometimes trying to pretend we didn't see them. Here, they search for you. After meeting several kids, Paul Losiya comes up to me, grabs my hand, and says "lets go get Okere". Be still, is the only thing I could think of so that I didn't run out of my dirty chacos. There he was. Moses Okere. Handsome, tall, slender, and with a perfect and shy smile. I thought for sure it would all flash before my eyes, but the Lord had it. It was slow motion. Just what I needed to take it all in. Mama Jennifer was here buddy.

There is so much…my head right now feels like I am watching a movie in fast forward, backward, and slow motion at the same time. These kids. Oh. They are just perfect. Meeting all these kids that our church and our people have had so much heart invested in for the past 5 years…for real!! AND our sweet people who minister to them everyday. Getting to know them and the kids. Turns out, most of these kids are spitting images of their sponsors or one of their own children. Paul Losiya is sooooo Linda Marceau. Moses Okere could NOT fit any better into being a Taylor. Brenda Adaka, spit fire just like Jenny Rudd. Masiat Kaufko has a sweet and tender heart of gold, just like Julie Page, and is soooo competitive in dodgeball just like Owen and Aiden. There are so many, and I can not wait to return to figure them all out. Tina and Marvin Melson, your sweet boy told me over and over and over again to tell you that he LOVES you.  Jim and Lisa Fullerton, don't worry. Glenn and I assured your Christopher Pedo that you are an awesome drummer. :) Esther and Evans, your two…again…spitting images of each of you. Quite funny actually. All of these children are precious. Nicole White, Eliya asked me to take a picture of him for you, to pray for you. There are so many others. I had such pleasure by grabbing the each of them and tell them I knew all of you. I loved telling them how much you love and pray for them. They all love you so much. So much.

Praise God for all he does, including taking care of our team all all of His people here. Besides some lack of sleep, the blessings of health of flowing through each one of us. Keep the prayers going.

Meet Haji, the best driver and comedian ever.

Emily is right at home. The kids adore her.

Josh Dean…high five down low, too slow. The jokester.

Sue and our Pastor little Stephen. So blessed to see Sue use her heart here. 

This guy right here. Moses Okere. Nothing in the world could have prepared me for meeting him. And he's very tall. :)

Masiat Kaufuko, very very proudly showing me her room and bed. 

Babe, love you and hugs to you and my boys.

Blessings,

Jen Taylor

Today really counts as day 1!

FROM SUE-

Hi everyone,

Today really counts as day 1! I have to say of all the trips I have been on I think today was the best! We spent the morning getting errands run (not a lot of fun, but necessary) and then headed out to Top Hills (a school UTOL sponsors). We had nothing on the agenda but to build relationships. No projects, no time frames, no nada. I wanted everyone to get their feet wet and to sink into the culture at their own pace. First, I had told the team to prepare for the airline to spray the plane when we landed in Kigali and that didn't happen. Then I told them to be prepared for the kids to be lined up to meet the bus. Well, that didn't happen either. We drove right into Top Hills and the front lawn area was empty. Not a soul. But then it happened. The kids came around the corner in mass. It was awesome and so the greetings began. From a personal standpoint I got to see Rashidah and my day was made. She hasn't grown hardly at all since last year, and she is much shyer. I took her hand and took her onto the bus and showed her all the pictures I had of her from last year that I keep on my phone. Little by little the smile came back. Then the shrug. Then before my eyes she was back. Grinning from ear to ear. Meanwhile Glenn had pulled out the guitar and he disappeared beneath a gaggle of kids. You could barely see his eyes above the crowd. He was amazing. If he has a single callous left on his fingers I will be surprised. He played and played and played to the point that he was reduced to playing "Old McDonald Had A Farm". I bet you didn't know there were so many animals on this planet! He had their full attention. In fact, many of them (and I mean many) sat and listened right through lunch. We finally had to leave and eat just so the kids would do the same. Emily was immediately attached to a group of girls. I think she was really happy to have some kids to play with. She was certainly in her element. Paige's heart is definitely for the kids as is most everyone's. Today was just so neat watching everyone fall into their niche.

After a really good meal of rice, beans, vegetables, chapati, and chicken (which Jaimie had not yet made friends with), we broke into teams of three and went into the surrounding area to meet the people and give mercy bags. We filled the mercy bags at the school and had a group of girls help us. As we walked off the school property each group had many kids holding our hands and going with us. It was a really sweet moment. My team consisted of Jen, Emily, Pastor Wilson and myself. What an experience we had. In the last house there was a mother with a two and a half week old baby. As we were finishing up (five of people today accepted Christ) the mother handed this baby to Jen. I thought we would never get out of there. Actually, I could see Jen trying to figure out to sneak the baby out without the mother noticing. I do give Jen Kudos. She did leave the baby and we made the trek back to the school promising all the new believers we would bring them a Bible on Monday when we return to the area. One of the ladies told us that she use to have a Bible but then she married a Muslim who refused to let her have one. He recently died and she is now really excited to be getting a new one!

Then we returned home and Phil, Susan and her two kids, Scovia, Kenneth, Ken and Kevin (both from Huntsville) came and joined us for dinner. Phil talked about his ministry. Tomorrow we head out to Bulubandi in the morning and then we plan to spend the rest of the day at Phil's. The Riverside folks are all excited to see the children they sponsor.

On the plane ride here from Amsterdam we ran into a medical mission team that works outside of Kampala and then in a village close to Iganga. The leader was a wonderful woman who I spent quite a bit of time talking to. Her team is actually staying at the Mum next week so I am hoping we get to talk some more and share information about what they do. It continues to amaze me how many people come to this country and fall in love with it.

Thank you all for your continued prayer. The team is tired but continues to go strong. 

Love you. Sue