A day in Africa

A day in Africa

A day in Africa is a day like no other. It’s mixed with many highs and lows. There’s an odd satisfaction one experiences here when accomplishing a task that in America would be so simple to do. For example…

• Going to the grocery store is twice as difficult in Uganda than it is in Michigan.
• Going to children’s homes is an ordeal. It involves parking the car and then walking far distances on dirt paths thru a blazing hot desert.  All so I can just share a report card and remind parents to buy school supplies. In Michigan this task would only entail a simple phone call.

Sigh…I’m tired and missing home. The simple conveniences of

• Driving my car in a familiar city.
• Fitting in and being unnoticed by people.
• Sitting on the couch with my husband.

In Uganda, I’m being pulled in all directions. I’m visiting politicians , signing papers, designing a future school building, leading widows in a start-up tailoring program, and caring for kids that aren’t my own.
It’s all moving faster than usual in Uganda and I can’t help but think it’s God pushing me to hold up my end of the bargain. He’s calling me to actually build a school in a foreign country! Imagine that….too impossible and frightening for me to swallow whole..so I’m taking it in bites, one piece at a time.