on earth as it is in heaven 2011-08-15 17:43:00

Rummaging through our box of paperwork, I find it and it hits me unexpected. Her birth certificate, the one her birth mom stuffed in her bag as she sent her off to a “better life” at her uncle’s when she was only five. And at the top is a blue stamp that reads Siripi Rhino Camp. Camp. The word hits me like a punch to the gut and I fight the urge to vomit. In Uganda, the word camp does not mean summer fun or starlit skies. In Uganda the word camp means war, displacement, hunger, hurt, trauma. I … [Read more...]

Rummaging through our box of paperwork, I find it and it hits me unexpected. Her birth certificate, the one her birth mom stuffed in her bag as she sent her off to a “better life” at her uncle’s when she was only five. And at the top is a blue stamp that reads Siripi Rhino Camp. Camp. The word hits me like a punch to the gut and I fight the urge to vomit. In Uganda, the word camp does not mean summer fun or starlit skies. In Uganda the word camp means war, displacement, hunger, hurt, trauma. I ca … [Read more...]

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on earth as it is in heaven 2011-08-05 22:42:00

Today I look around and my breath catches in my throat. Surely I should take off my shoes. Or fall to my knees. Or raise up my hands. Surely this moment is holy. Not because of anything spectacular. This morning is going the same way every morning goes. Still in my pajamas, hair disheveled, placing porridge dishes in the sink before grabbing another cup of coffee, I look around. Regina moves into place beside me to help scrub the dishes. All four of her once-malnourished children play in the … [Read more...]

Today I look around and my breath catches in my throat. Surely I should take off my shoes. Or fall to my knees. Or raise up my hands. Surely this moment is holy. Not because of anything spectacular. This morning is going the same way every morning goes. Still in my pajamas, hair disheveled, placing porridge dishes in the sink before grabbing another cup of coffee, I look around. Regina moves into place beside me to help scrub the dishes. All four of her once-malnourished children play in the … [Read more...]

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