And Just Like That....

....the year is over.

As I mull over my feelings, which at any given moment shift from excitement, to sadness, to anxiousness, to fulfillment, and back to sadness, I realize there's no one feeling.  I'm excited to be home, but sad to leave.  I'm anxious to get back to teaching, but sad to not be around my girls all day. I'm fulfilled by this year, but pondering what lies ahead.

Looking back, I'm first and foremost am so proud of my husband.   I don't know what I expected exactly. But whatever it was, I underestimated him.  He has been amazing.  He was a round peg for a round hole. He fit perfectly into the leadership role that Sixty Feet needed on ground.  He's had many jobs - land sales, a real estate agent, youth minister, a teacher/coach.  Sometimes I wondered about his direction. But as usual, God showed me He had a plan all along.  He took each one of those careers and fused them together. Everything Boog experienced in the past -  different managerial styles, sales techniques and relationship building, working with youth, preaching, teaching, knowledge of land, titles, and property....literally every skill was needed in Uganda. But mainly, the God given wisdom, integrity, and character that's been infused in him since he was little, by men and women in his life, has offered more to the people here than anything.   To say "I'm proud" doesn't suffice.

Regarding Sixty Feet - I've watched it grow over the years from a handful of in-country staffers to now over 50, mostly Ugandan workers - counselors, nurses, teachers, accountants, office assistants (we have an office!).  I'm continually amazed by the investment people are making back home with their finances, time, and prayers to keep this ship running.  There are TOO MANY stories from this year. Ones of redemption, victories, families reunited, kids diverted from remand homes....the list is big and grows daily.

Personally, I can't figure out which wins - the sadness of leaving or excitement of going home. I made two lists in my journal the other day. One was "Things I'll Miss About Uganda". The other was "Things I Won't Miss About Uganda."  I figured if wrote it down to remember, then I won't be tempted to romanticize Uganda when I return back to the states and LIFE hits.

I'll share a few, in no particular order.
Things I'll Miss:
1.  The peaceful, quiet countenance on the faces of Ugandans
2.  The babies at Loving Hearts
3.  Slow time with my family
4.  Meeting new and interesting people
5.  Lack of materialism/caring about what you wear or have
6.  Being a part of something bigger than myself
7.  Living outside of the box
8.  Seeing the interns work with incredible diligence & making a difference in a child's life

Things I Won't Miss:
1.  sit down showers
2.  foam mattresses
3.  the guilt of having "wealth" in a poverty-stricken country
4.  ants, ants,and more ants in the kitchen...and various other crawley creatures
5.  boredom on long days
6.  traffic cops wanting bribes
7.  living in a compound with guards
8.  feeling that every fever is malaria (or worse)

But way beyond that.....I'm thankful for Sixty Feet for giving my family this opportunity.  It's one time where we can truly say to Dan and Shelly Owens (the President & his wife) that the pleasure has been ours.

My hope is for Sixty Feet to continue to grow in favor, in gain of relationship with Uganda, its people and government, in establishing a Godly presence inside the remand homes, in friendship and love among the staff, and in solid ground as an organization.

My hope for my family is to not forget this year. Our growth. Our happiness. Our time.

My hope is that the children in the remand homes know that they are the object of many prayers. That countless hours each day are spent working on their behalf. That they are not forgotten. As Mama Catherine said at church, "Though we may have been beaten, raped, our mothers and fathers may have left us....we are a child of the Lord and God loves us."

Uganda and Sixty Feet - we love you and have been forever blessed by you. You are in our prayers.

My Friend, Jenny. A tribute.

The first time I saw her was in Uganda.  She pulled into the fields of Amazima's feeding program and bounced out of the van.  Double braids, bright pink headband, large flashy earrings, with a neon pink skirt,  matching shoes and toenails to boot. I honestly didn't know what to think.  She blew in and began chatting up a storm.  That was about all I needed to know at the time....she was probably not going to be someone I'd have a lot in common with.

Little did I know that through my friend, Colleen, she would become our housemate during our last week in Uganda.  Jenny was there adopting her 15th child.  That's right, 15.   She was adopting a special needs 6-year old girl named Esther and needed a place to stay while they transitioned out of the orphanage before their flight home.  We said 'yes' because we had the room, but were hesitant about what it would be like to be the transition home for a child who had never been out of the orphanage.  I prepared my girls.....there could be lots of crying, screaming, wailing, tantrums....I had no idea, but we were going to bear through it.

How could a person know that saying yes to a small request could change your life?  Not only was Esther a jewel to behold, but that week with Jenny changed my life. Our life. My family witnessed so many events that week that to this day, I can NEVER say I haven't seen a miracle.  We stayed up late, late into the wee hours of the morning talking life, theology (really my husband and Jenny talked theology....I listened), parenting, marriage.  I quizzed her on her awesome 15 year old son, who was there and showed her the utmost love and respect all the time. I asked questions about her marriage.  On what it was like raising all those kids.  On cooking for all those kids.  But it wasn't just the intrigue of a life so unlike mine.....it was her answers. Every single answer shocked me. I had never heard such FREEDOM in parenting. Such FREEDOM in loving a husband. Such FAITH in God and His plans.  Some of it shocked me in ways that made me practically spit out whatever I was drinking at the time, but that was who she was.....shockingly honest and refreshing.

She introduced me to major players in my life whom I still listen to on podcasts regularly - Bill Johnson, Danny Silk, Graham Cooke. She infused me with life-giving words and spoke right to places inside of me that I had yet to even acknowledge needed attention.  She challenged my husband and I with the type of marriage-building-honesty that is hard to find.   She made me aware that it's okay as an adoptive momma if those "bonds" don't happen immediately and "fake it until you make it" is totally appropriate love language until God brings unity to the relationship.  I learned that coping with many, many kids may mean hiding in your bathroom with a ciggy....even when you don't smoke....just to gain a bit of release...and it's an honest reaction that's real and lame and hilarious all at the same time.   I learned that modeling a "hot marriage" (Jenny translation: a marriage full of passion and love and fun) is the best way to show your kids, especially your 15-year old son, what happens when you wait for the one God has for you.   I learned that everyday is a day to speak goodness and life and identity in Christ into people, even more so on the the days they are at their worst.

I learned that God will use any and all resources to cover the path of the one who is obedient to the call to care for His special children.   The miracles we witnessed while watching Jenny navigate the challenging government hurdles to get visas, passports, and paperwork for Esther to leave the country (in one week, mind you!) in a time that usually took months were simply amazing.

Even as we returned home after our "one week with Jenny", she never quit infusing us with wisdom and counsel.  She was always an email or phone call away to give advice, encouragement, or just some spiritual cheerleading.

I  pray for her husband and children who now have the honor of carrying on her legacy.
I will never forget my mentor and friend.
She was beautiful.

"I am a testimony to God being able to do FAR greater than we could think to ask for. I spent a lot of time depressed and discouraged as a young mother so it is hilarious and redemptive that God would use me now to shout out: motherhood is a really, really JOYFUL thing. Not a picnic, but leading to a banquet. You CAN be a joyful mother of children. Traumatized children, sick children, goof-ball children, less-than-perfect-but-each-delightful children. Children need mothers, strong and joyful mothers who know who their God is. I am not much of a 'how to' girl but more of a 'Who to.' Follow the Lamb wherever He goes versus 'How to fix everything in your life in 100 easy lessons.'"
- Jenny Groothius

Sixty Feet and Me. The Story.

Many people have asked how I got involved with Sixty Feet.

For those of you who have followed along on these journeys of ours...or perhaps just this one...you'll be interested to know that I had no plans to live abroad, and I did not want to come on my first trip to Uganda.

But how this year in Uganda with Sixty Feet came to be is a beautiful, unplanned story.  For you see, I was happy right where I was. Three years ago, my pastor's family was in the process of adopting from Africa.  Jenna, my friend and pastor's wife, asked if anyone wanted to join her on a Visiting Orphans trip to Uganda.  I did not.  But weeks went by and slowly, there was a nudge in my heart that I could not say "no" to.  I had little girls (Sophie was just a toddler), I had a household to run, things to get done, and I hated - let me say that again - hated the thought of flying that far and something happening to their momma.  I've traveled a lot in my life thanks to my family...Thailand, Jamaica, Italy...but for some reason, flying alone to Uganda scared me.  But again - my heart.  So I said "yes" in an email that said something like, "Jenna, I'm (gulp) in."

The Nine Of Us Who Went on that First VO Trip

Needless to say, I came back from Uganda with my heart and mind devastated.  In two weeks, we visited about 5 different organizations that were meeting so many needs.  True needs. Starving children. Street kids. Feeding programs. Sixty Feet was one of those.  To even think of a prison that held children was impossible back then. But when I saw it for myself and talked to them and heard their stories, it grabbed hold of me.  Sixty Feet was just getting its feet on the ground then, serving in the remand homes with medical support and counseling.  But the incredible need I saw Shattered. My. Heart.   I came back home and fell into a deep, dark place for nearly six weeks or so.  I just couldn't shake it.

Seeing First Hand Kids Who Have So Much Joy!!

So I started regular life again. I taught that next year and still had no idea what to do with what I saw.  All I knew was I needed to contribute financially. My husband saw my heart and was all in, too.  So I began to refinish furniture and give some of the profits to Sixty Feet.  It wasn't much, but it was a start.  Around January of that year, I had a prompting from none other than God, and during my conference period at school, I decided to email the wife of the Sixty Feet President.  I had her email address because she had emailed me personally to say "thanks" for donating.  All I asked was if Sixty Feet had any needs for a family (two teachers) to come over during summer to volunteer.  LITERALLY 5 MINUTES LATER, I received an email from her. She, at the exact same time, was searching for my email address to invite me to a premiere of the new Sixty Feet movie.  It was, as she said,  "a God thing" and about one month later, we were planning to go as a family to Uganda for two months.

Summer of 2012  - Uganda with my Family

Making Sweet Friends at the Remand Homes

That summer was amazing. Sixty Feet was being blessed and growing.  Their area of work was spider-webbing out in different directions and their small team on the ground was amazing! We met the heart of the organization in the form of a pastor and his wife with their street child ministry that was "their life".   We lived with a family we did not know who became some of our sweetest friends (still!).  It was truly a wonderful time. We learned so much, loved on so many kids, saw miracles happening through the hands of servants on the ground, my kids experienced life in another culture, and my husband saw that his God-given skills lined up with so many of the organizational needs here, whether it was changing tires, cultivating relationships, or being a rock during stressful times.  We loved our time that summer, but were equally excited to be home.

SO once we were back we had no plans.  We went back to work. We taught at school. We planned on taking a vacation to Wyoming that summer - But God.  (Doesn't every good story begin with "But God"? ) I will tell you this - my husband and I were sensing something. God was working on our hearts to be prepared for change. We could not figure it out...though we tried and fussed (with each other mainly).  We wrestled within ourselves -  was it a career change? was it opening a running store? was it ___?  Nothing seemed to fit.  So we started getting up early together and listening to devotionals, praying together, and otherwise trying to get closer to God TOGETHER.  And then one morning, while we were up early together, we got the email asking for us to consider moving to Uganda to work with Sixty Feet.  Boog's leadership skills were needed and would we consider.  Needless to say, we knew at that moment - against my "wants" (believe me, I was not convinced) - that we were going.
So we did.

The remand homes now look quite a bit different than they did when I first met them three years ago.  Years of regular medical care and counseling by our incredible Ugandan staff has proven to be a life source.  Kids look healthier. Major sicknesses and hospital visits have decreased.  The remand homes are beginning to be places of opportunity for children, not a dead end. Resettlement and diversion (helping street children avoid being sent to remand homes to begin with) are a huge part of Sixty Feet's ministry. There's a large staff of Ugandan counselors, nurses, teachers, office administrators, and other important parts of the chain that help this machine run...and run well.  Us? We have been ENTIRELY blessed to be part of and a witness to this ministry.  We advocate for these children because of Him. Helping children who otherwise would not have resources to help themselves.  

This experience has been a literal threshing floor in my life. In our life.  We laid out the little we had to give - our time, our heart - and over time saw how God used people and experiences to strip away the parts of ourselves that we tended to overlook and keep the fruitful seed.  God used Uganda to bring fullness to my life....to give me a chance to see His work and be humbled and awed. I love looking back to see that this story, this perfectly woven story for our family, would not be this story if it weren't for obedience to a call...even when we were scared to say "yes". 

I will say this. If you've been affected at all by these blogs or pictures or if you've gone to the Sixty Feet webpage  to see what in the world they do (www.sixtyfeet.org), please consider contributing to this organization.  100% of your donation goes directly to the services I mentioned above. 

 It is not hard to start small....and just like us....you have no idea where that small donation will take you.

5 Things

Since we are nearing a close to our year in Africa, I asked the girls a few questions.

To Sophie, I asked: "What are 5 things you like most about Africa?"
She replied:
1) Our dogs Crusket and Cocoa
2) We got to have teams come over and make new friends with them
3) Sissy & I get to play a lot
4) I got to ride a horse
5) I learned how to spell and write my name

In the eyes of a 5 year old, I can imagine these things WERE a pretty big deal.  Sophie has adjusted the easiest to living here out of all of us.  Youth is on her side because, really, wherever we are is home.  So "home" was here in Uganda. She can't even remember what her bedroom at our real home looks like!

To Grace, I asked two things.
First, "What are 5 things you did this year that you never thought you'd do?"
She replied:
1) Get to stand on the Equator
2) Go serve at Loving Hearts Babies' Home
3) Take care of turtles (we have two)
4) Swing on awesome tree swings
5) Have my own personal library

Then I asked, "What are 5 things you'll miss about Africa?"
She replied:
1) Mama Catherine's food (obviously!)
2) All the babies I take care of at Loving Hearts
3) Our cool house
4) All the animals at our house (dogs, turtles, chameleons, birds, etc.)
5) The new friends I've made

So Grace, as you can tell, loved Wednesdays so much. Me, too, actually.  That was the day we went and worked at a babies' home here in Kampala.  Precious, precious, precious...we both will miss those dear hearts more than we know.   She learned how to feed a newborn, change diapers, handle crying/fussing babies, and keep little ones from hurting themselves.  When we were there, oftentimes, the "mamas" would use that time and take a few moments to rest and take tea....a much needed break during their long days.  We didn't mind at all & were happy to help.

I know there's NO WAY Boog and I can make our "5" list.  It's crazy to know that I will actually miss getting our vehicle haphhazardly checked for bombs everytime we go grocery shopping, or people calling both my daughters "babies" wherever we go, or the insane traffic that I love to drive in, or that I will actually miss having to prepare every meal from scratch.  But we will miss so much....a lot of it will simply be the sweet times we've had with the 60 Feet staff and the community we have with them.  It's pretty amazing how God designed this year - full of sweet times, tough times, times of nourishment and times to nourish others.  Feeling a little sad to leave it.

My Grace, at 10

My Grace turned 10 in May.  Ten.

My firstborn.  I remember strapping her into the johnny jumper while I tried unsuccessfully to cook dinner before she started crying.  I remember how I used to lay her on the changing table and step back to look at how long (and pretty!) she was.  I remember when she would get sick and how desperate I felt to make her feel better.  I remember the mommy & Grace dates we used to take...movies, sno cones, the park.  I remember May birthday parties with family and several "little girl" friends.

This time, it's still the same....but it's different.  Gone are the little girl parties and pin the tail on the donkey. We're in Uganda, so the birthday option list wasn't long, but she asked to take a few girls to get pedicures and have a sleepover. And carrot cake (so grown up)!  All of the girls clamored into the car and sang Frozen's "Let It Go" at the top of our lungs while Grace made quick sideways glances at me to make sure I wasn't singing  too loud....mommy can't embarrass her, right?  An American Girl movie was watched, future home plans were sketched out on paper at our table, dogs were chased....glimpses of "little girl" were still there.

But My Grace.  She's growing up.  She loves taking care of the babies at the babies home we served at this year, she loves animals (especially horses and dogs), she loves to laugh, and cries when she thinks she's disappointed you. I plan on taking a deep breath and plunging into this uncharted "big girl" territory with her (although I explored it many years ago).  I'm going to hold fast to the hope, encouragement, and wisdom we give her and pray that people come alongside to nurture and mature those seeds. When she falls, I'm going to sit there with her and tell her to get up and try again. And when she succeeds, I'll be her biggest fan.  I'm going to do all these things because I love this girl with all my heart. She is our first gift.

We love you, Grace Ryan.  Always have, always will.

Tension

It's that time again here in Uganda. School fee time.  Lack of free education means struggling to send children to school for most of the population.  Thefts increase....selling a stolen TV can pay tuition in full for at least one quarter. Our Ugandan friends will hesitantly (and some not so hesitantly) ask for financial help for their children.  And, sadly, many will have to tell their kids that school won't be an option this term.

Honestly? It's a place of tension for me.  (Anyone read the book, "When Helping Hurts"?  You should.)   This is a hard topic to write about because there's no quick, easy answer. No situation is alike.  Discernment is important.  It's a culture that's still riddled with a poverty mentality. Where planning ahead is a foreign concept, where even if you have a steady job, the wages of 400,000 UGX a month (less than $200) don't cover much more than food and shelter, and where relationships with your friends, family, community, and neighbors mean they might pitch in financially when needed. Also, it means being an ex-pat in a developing country can sometimes come with a price tag.  We have advantages. The advantage of being born into a nation that has opportunities like free education, jobs, healthcare, clean water, housing, government assistance, must I go on?  We gripe about these things and the enabling situations they sometimes can create, but we have them. Abuse them, yes. Take advantage of them, yes.  Become indifferent or take them for granted, yes. But we have them.  If a financial disaster were to happen to my family and I could no longer make ends meet, I have an option to receive government assistance and my children still can get an education. That's advantage.

So when our friends here ask, we give.  We give to a friend wanting to get married because it's the community that financially helps him put on a wedding, give a dowry, start a life.  We give to the gate guards and house help because we know that by having them employed, it means being a part of their lives and struggles.  As I watched my friend give to the random lady who walked up to her, the "mzungu" in a parking lot, with hopes of some money for school fees, I thought about how in that instance, saying "no" because you don't want to enable or create dependency or confirm the "white savior" mentality - is HARD.  It's hard to look someone in the eye and say, "I'm sorry, but no" especially when you know you have money to give.  It's hard to keep looking forward when the beggar on the street is at your window, knocking and holding her hand out....and the hand of the baby on her hip, too.  It's hard to see the endless need. It's absolutely gut wrenching to not give.

But it's gut wrenching to give, too. ( Do you feel the tension??)   I know that teaching someone with a poverty mentality to learn to save and prepare financially for upcoming expenses, I KNOW that it's in the teaching, not the giving, that sustainability comes.  I know that the difficult tasks of 60 Feet - healthcare education, resettlement with family, counseling (just to name a few) - are where the fruit begins to grow in a person's life.   I know the old adage of "teaching a man to fish" is the better way. In fact, our Ugandan friend, a recipient of support with his school fees throughout most of his education, said just the other night, " When foreigners give, it's helpful, but when they teach us, it's better."

But - again - the tension.   The tension between giving and knowing that the gift might not be the most helpful thing.  It's excruciating to roll around in my mind. But when I do hear stories of someone who pulled up their own bootstraps and figured out a way to be resourceful and make their own ends meet - that's invigorating! But yet, even rolling around all of these thoughts and typing them on the computer right now just adds fuel to my internal fire of why have I been blessed to be the "blessed" one?  Why do I not struggle for food, shelter, and education the way the majority world does? What are the responsibilities of this blessing?

What a burden and responsibility we carry, friends.

Looking Back

This morning, in my long sweatpants and sweatshirt (it WAS 60 degrees mind you....rainy season brings in the cold!),  I was re-reading portions of my journal that I've kept since last summer. It charted some of my feelings as we prepared to leave for Uganda, when we arrived, and the day-to-day living. Boy, what a journey it has been! As we now have less than 3 months to go before our flight that takes us out of Uganda, to our layover city of London (and a one day stay to see the city!) , and finally - home, my journal reminded me of my human-ness during this whole year.   

The first entries were fraught with worry and concern....would we fundraise enough? would UG feel like home?  what about healthcare?  what about safety?   When we arrived, my entries began to simmer....concerned mostly with satisfaction of arriving safely, feeling at home, ready to begin.  Then, slowly, you can see where God started to work on me. Though it was the kind you usually don't like to experience.  All my fears and insecurities were blown wide open with situations that tested my patience, my hidden self-love-importance-worship, my marriage, my relationship with my children, my confidence. All of it - shredded. Then slowly, sewn back up.  

 Around 5 months in, you start to see the growth.  The field had been sowed with good seed and was beginning to grow.  My journals began to be less about me and my struggles, and more about praising God for allowing me to see the blessings.  The growth in an almost 12 year old marriage.  The ability to spend so much time with my girls and work on their character, learn more about the bible, see them learn how to play together in a new way, see them serve with child-like passion and fun.  The love of the people we are serving.

 And finally, now, in the last few entries you begin to see harvest. It's a beautiful bounty as I take in the gorgeousness of these people and their country. And there's preparation for what lies ahead, taking home our experiences - with NO worry.  Less stress.  Because I really have learned this year that God IS in control.  No matter what the struggles, He is there....guiding us while using circumstances and situations and people to mold us.  His way is perfect.  

I have learned to be involved in the process, but to try not to control it.  Be involved in the raising of my children, but allow for God to do His incredible work in them without fear and control on my part.  Be involved in my marriage, but rely on God to be the one who unites. I can't ever be enough for Boog. Nor can he be for me.  But if we listen and follow His plans for US together, in that is the security. Also, be involved in situations that arise in life and pray for things to happen, but praise Him when they happen and praise Him when they don't. To be a part of the living, the inspiring, the action, the work....but know that ultimately, it is HIS. His glory. His story. 

Sophie & Grace and their co-op class, singing for Hope Int'l School

Grace, playing...

Sophie, playing...

My girls learning to be sisters who love each other.

4th time at the Nile (not many people can say that!)

Waiting on the Lord...

The other day, at Hope International School, we were filthy with red dirt.  It's just par for the course here, as so many kids, ripe with red dirt themselves, love to play, hug, sit on, and hold hands with their "mzungu" friends. So like normal,  I told Sophie to walk over to the water tank to wash her hands.  She turned the faucet on, the water poured, and she began to rinse. (You can see the tank in the wee background of the picture) 

Even in the chaotic midst of 200 children at recess, it wasn't two seconds before a very sharp-eyed teacher cautiously said, "Sophie - turn off the water. Turn it off."  I turned and made sure Sophie wasn't doing something wrong.  At the sight of her quickly shutting off the faucet, it occurred to me that we've been in the dry season. Two months now without rain.  The tanks were near empty, and washing hands was not a necessity. I stood, momentarily embarrassed, by my lack of sensitivity to an issue so personal to their lives.

I know what it means to be in a drought. I live in a lake community at home. A community that very often sees recreational fishermen unable to launch boats for months on end due to low lake levels. My neighborhood, like many others, gives "Water Level Warnings" and limits the days when we can water lawns. Prayers for rain can be heard from farmers, churches, and in general conversation all around town.   Droughts are a big deal in Texas.

But here, lack of water takes on a different meaning.  No rain in the Bwerenga village means not just extra caution, but extra everything. Extra work to maintain livelihood in a village that doesn't have a public water system.  More children walking with jerry cans to collect water. Crops that are sold can fail and no income is received....income that is needed for daily survival. A reliance on tanks turns to reliance on God to fill those tanks - with rain.

Mama Catherine's home is one of the few houses in Bwerenga that has an actual toilet. 20+ people living in her home, and something as simple as a toilet is huge.  But once again, no water system means each flush has to be poured in, and in the middle of the dry season, pouring in water for the toilet becomes a luxury. 

So all this to say, there's been an awful lot of patient waiting on the Lord in Bwerenga.  I've yet to hear a complaint, just conversations of prayers for rain. And in a sense, I feel their prayers are heard out of sheer necessity.  

This Friday, there was a downpour while we were there.  The children were crammed in their little school rooms, unable to play at recess.  My flip flops were caked with mud, and the sweet teacher assistant gave us an umbrella that helped little.  And in the middle of the storm, the teacher sang with the kids "Rain, rain, go away, come again another day - the little children want to play!"   

The irony of it was their smiles were big and everyone was joyful.

The Lord had answered their prayers.

SIDE NOTE: Not to bring this around back around to us, but I'm gonna bring this back to us.

My family has made the decision to head back to the good 'ol USA at the end of our year in July.  It was a hard decision to make. We truly love the 60 Feet family we have here with our new friends. But we truly miss family at home, too.  To sacrifice to come here was an easy choice. Really, it was. I heard God loud and clear, and obedience was the only choice.  But to make the decision to go home, back to our comforts, when we could stay here another year or more.....that was way more difficult. It almost felt like we were giving in.  I didn't hear God as clearly on this one, to be honest. I felt as if He was saying, "I'm with you if you go, I'm with you if you stay."  So we will be coming home.  I would like to invite you to pray with us as we patiently wait on the Lord.  We are hoping to transition back into our home, back into the girl's same school, back into our jobs. That's not a guarantee.   So please pray with us, as we wait for the Lord to provide what we need. He always has, and when He does, there will definitely be big smiles and joy on our end here!

Sophie Turns 5 - IN AFRICA!!

I'm a little late in posting this, but my baby....my BABY...turned 5 last month. In Uganda.  No words at the coolness of that factor. I can see it now, Sophie in kindergarden, "So my birthday party last year had chameleons and turtles and a bouncy house....in January!"  All the kids, "Yeah, sure...".  

But it really did.  In Texas, Sophie never really has had much of a birthday party sad to say.  They've been mostly cakes (always cakes!) with family at our house because the weather is so stinkin' cold! Grace's birthday is in May, so she's had the full experience of outdoor parties, swimming parties, and what. (Threw in a little African lingo there...and what?)   So for Sophie, we decided to do it up right.  

Unfortunately, that's somewhat of an effort here in Uganda.  Thankfully, THANKFULLY, our friend, Odong, "had a guy".....he always "has a guy" : )....that could rent us a bouncy house for not that much.  And a few months back, I saved a flyer that I saw of a Ugandan lady who makes cakes - legit cakes.  Hard to find here.  So a few phonecalls, emails, and one interesting cake pick-up by my hubs (let's just say the cake maker's home wasn't in an easy to find location)....and voila!  A unicorn theme party for Sophie!

But here's the rub.   We've only been here 6 months...7 now, excuse me.  We have lots of acquaintances, but really, there's just one family whose children my girls play with on a regular basis! It was a little sad for me, I don't know why, to just have one family come party with us....not at all like back home where the family and friends are around every corner.  Thankfully, Sophie didn't care and had a great day - her day! She latched on the phrase, "The birthday girl gets to do it first!!" 

This girl.  She's spirited, imaginative, always cheerful....looks super sad/awful if you ever get onto her, so therefore makes it super hard to get on to her....most of her day she spends in a dream world where she is a cat, horse, unicorn, what have you with a red/white mane, red nose, and all kinds of details that only she can see.  

We love this girl. Who's 5. In Africa.

Thief of Joy

 Trails to Run in Uganda

I remember back in 2008 (gosh, 6 years ago now!) when Boog ran his first marathon with our friend from California.  Then later, he crossed over to trail running and began small - a 10k here, a 25k there. Soon came the 50 miler. Then the 100k....He always remembers when he first started running trails, struggling with a 25k, he would look over at the guy next to him and say, "What are you running today?".  Sometimes the response would be, "Just a 50 miler..."

Comparison can totally be the thief of joy, right??

And really, comparison might not be the right word. It's more perspective.  And here is where this blog begins.

Last year, when we came over during our summer and volunteered with 60 Feet, two months seemed like an incredibly long time.  From the perspective of folks like us, who had been on several "mission trips" of the week/two week kind, two months was quite a stretch.

Then, we commit to a year.  A year seemed like forever when we set off...until we arrived and started meeting other Americans (or Australians or Brits or Dutch) who looked a bit incredulous when we said we're here for "just a year".  "Why, you are barely getting to know the place after a year!" was a common response we heard (their perspective!).  In talking, we've found so many ex-pats who haven't just committed to 3-5 years, but are here indefinitely.  Sold their homes, sold their stuff, sold their lives back home to create a life abroad. Their children go to international schools or are at boarding schools in Kenya. They've taken the time to hang pictures on their walls (a big sign that you are settling in) and accepted the fact that once-a -year furloughs back to wherever they call home are all they get.

So what seemed like a big commitment to us now, honestly, seems to pale in comparison to what technically could be called "real" commitment.

Oh....I could get bogged down in the details of that crack-crazy, slippery-slope concept.  Are we really sacrificing enough? Are we staying long enough? Have we done ENOUGH??   Good grief.  Thief of Joy.  My husband sometimes has to give me a good shake when I start to wallowing about nonsense like this....

What I  know is I am absolutely certain the hills of Kampala are a gorgeous sight to see, 

but from the perspective of the kids inside these prison walls below.....

they represent something much more than aesthetics.

Comparison at home in America (bigger house, nicer car, better job...) can definitely hog the happiness. And even here, where a friend once wisely said it's a lot of  "us dying to us",  sometimes prestige is placed on who is staying longer, who is working in the more 'dangerous' places....and the guilt of whether or not to go or stay. I find it's absolutely crazy what we humans can do to ourselves mentally!

My daughters and I had a morning bible lesson about the rich landowner who gave his three employees money to use wisely. One buried it with no gain, one invested small and profited, one invested large and smartly and received back enormous gain.  That parable can translate pretty easy .... don't squander your gifts given from God.  One gift is your abilities. The "investment" isn't about length or danger or in-country or out-of-country, it's the investment of your heart to the work.  The reward will be great if you give your heart - all of it -to what you've been called to do, in whatever country, town, or home, in whatever form, and with whatever amount of time and sacrifice you can give.

The mission of Sixty Feet is still the same.
Bring hope to the imprisoned children of Uganda.
And that comes in many forms...justice, medical, counseling, education, etc.
And the workers give of their time & hearts.
And the profit is Large.

2013, wow....

How can I begin to describe the whirlwind of a year 2013 has been for our family?  

Nuts. Just nuts.

It's the year we went from being two school teachers in a town that's not even a dot on a map, to deciding in just one week that we would move across the world to work with 60 Feet. What can I say about that decision? Just one thing. God would not let me say no.  I absolutely did not want to go, but I knew I had to say yes and my husband, wisely, allowed me to come to my own decision on that.

It's the year I began to homeschool my girls and found a great co-op to join in Kampala.

It's the year I went back to my beloved Hope International School.  Seeing familiar faces, watching my girls  (especially Grace) really pitch in and help, loving on the kiddos.....all goodness.

It's the year we joined in on our first international field trip. 

My girls got the bonus of a camel ride that day...

It's the year of an 85 degree Christmas season and decorating cookies with new friends.

 And where homemade Christmas ornaments decorated our 4 foot tree.

It's the year where my intentions were to have a small (ie. few presents) Christmas, but because of sweet  friends and family back home sending all kinds of goodies, my girls enjoyed the fun of opening many gifts!

It's the year where right after opening our own gifts, we headed to Bwerenga Village to give out gifts collected by my home church thousands of miles away....the smiles and thank you's that day were amazing.

It's the year we killed and ate our first Christmas turkey present given by our friend, Odong.

It's the year where our family and friend flew in for the holidays.  

Just in time, too, because we were missing home quite a bit during Christmas.

It's been an incredible year.  Full of faith steps, growth, growth, and more growth.

It's the year where I learned a lot about myself, to be honest. I peeled back a few ugly layers and put in some work.  It's the year where I learned that my marriage to my handsome husband isn't a cakewalk, but it certainly helps if you know you are walking it together - in love and, very often, with laughter. It's the year where I've been SO proud of my husband, too, and the work he's put in with 60 Feet Uganda.  The blessings on him with wisdom and leadership have been abundant. It's the year I'm realizing my oldest girl is growing and maturing into a young woman.  I'm currently praying about how to earn her heart and trust now....before she really starts to fly.  And at the same time, it's the year where my baby, my youngest, is turning her imagination up to full speed.  I love watching her flit around.....

and then I wonder if she's really the last?

While I am always excited about what lies ahead, I have to say 2013 will be hard to beat.

In 2014, we have some decisions to pray about ....coming home, jobs, moving forward....

so many things.  But trusting God with our obedience, 2014 will be equally as amazing.

 No matter where our location.