Tonight marked one year since the day Makerere stumbled into my yard with his leg charred to the bone. To remember ho far God has carried us, we had a little celebration. We celebrated healed legs and healed hearts. We celebrated strangers-turned-famil... Read more

Tonight marked one year since the day Makerere stumbled into my yard with his leg charred to the bone. To remember ho far God has carried us, we had a little celebration. We celebrated healed legs and healed hearts. We celebrated strangers-turned-family. We celebrated Jesus’s kept promise of beauty from ashes. We celebrated life. Just feet from the white and pink frosted cake, on my couch, lay a little boy who is fighting death. 7 years old and merely 20... Read more

November “You are right.” He says. I look up into the shy smile I have grown to love so much. Day 178 of bandaging this wound, and it is almost gone. Makerere is not one to strike up conversation usually, so I probe. “Right about what?” Read more

November “You are right.” He says. I look up into the shy smile I have grown to love so much. Day 178 of bandaging this wound, and it is almost gone. Makerere is not one to strike up conversation usually, so I probe. “Right about what?” “That thing you say. You know. About even bad things being used for our good and all of it working for God’s glory even when we can’t see it. You are right. If I... Read more

over here again. humbled. Can you imagine the stench? Joseph has walked and Mary ridden 90 miles in the scorching sun, the wind whipping around their faces and caking them with dust from the dirt road. More sweat pours from Mary’s brow as she exper... Read more

over here again. humbled. Can you imagine the stench? Joseph has walked and Mary ridden 90 miles in the scorching sun, the wind whipping around their faces and caking them with dust from the dirt road. More sweat pours from Mary’s brow as she experiences the pains of labor for the first time. The stable is packed with all the travelers’ animals. Flies buzz around them in the heat and the air is heavy with the smells of sickly sweet... Read more

I really am going to start publicly sharing His 2011 miracles soon (you know, one day, when there is a calm season... 😉 ) In the mean time, I am blessed to be guest posting here today.. One of my very favorite things about gazing out at my backyard i... Read more

I really am going to start publicly sharing His 2011 miracles soon (you know, one day, when there is a calm season… 😉 ) In the mean time, I am blessed to be guest posting here today.. One of my very favorite things about gazing out at my backyard is our sunflowers. Seeds brought from dry Karamoja and planted in the fertileJinja soil grow at least ten feet tall and radiant, heads lifted to the sun. Much to my dismay... Read more

“I just want to remember,” she says matter-of-factly, and she pulls the covers right back up over her head. It is well after our 8 o’clock bed time. I have been sunk deep in the couch and in the Word knowing that 13 pairs of feet were tucked snu... Read more

“I just want to remember,” she says matter-of-factly, and she pulls the covers right back up over her head. It is well after our 8 o’clock bed time. I have been sunk deep in the couch and in the Word knowing that 13 pairs of feet were tucked snugly in 13 beds. But as I make my way from the couch to my room, something catches my eye and I peek my head in the girls’ bedroom. There flat on... Read more