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You just need to laugh at yourself

supporting a missionary can be fun..and rewarding when you get to see photos like this. I am eating something we normally don’t serve out of a chicken. In Africa it is an honor to be given this piece of meat and even more if you’re a woman.

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We just couldn’t say No to these 2 kids

 

Healing Eyes has made some exciting progress since going out on a little faith and a lot of uncertainty. We just got an update from Africa that our first surgeries happened on January 4th! We prayerfully await more news about our 2 little children who needed the surgery for a herniated belly button. This was only made possible through prayer and by willing hearts here in Michigan to pay the necessary medical fees.

When Jake and I were in Tororo this past December we first visited a government hospital but were very cautious as we know they overcharge Mazungoos because we represent money. After several hours we left disheartened by the blatant dishonesty and deceit for the cost of a surgery but we didn’t give up. A few phone calls and perseverance led us to another private hospital near by and we got a fairer price by not showing our white skin there, but instead we sent the local pastor with the children to avoid any perception of Mazungoos being a party to it. We are slowly learning and pray for guidance as we navigate this shady arena of medical healthcare in Uganda. Our only hope is the children received good medical care and are recovering nicely. One thing that is hard for people to wrap there minds around is that these hospitals are not clean, organized, or even run with the best interests of the patient in mind.

We hope to have more updates as the days go by on these 2 kids but please PRAY for them because without being there in person I am worried for there recovery and proper treatment. But first steps are done and now we wait…

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A widow suddenly not so barren anymore

What does one barren widow do with 200 newly adopted children in a remote village in Africa?

NO IDEA!

Does anyone out there have any ideas?

I have fallen in love with 2 special girls who caught my attention when I first arrived at the distant school in Eastern Uganda. There names are Mercy and Sarah. It was when I was taking a few kids aside to interview them one on one when I made the discovery that the 2 girls I saw my first day there were total orphans. For some reason God put them in my sights before I even knew why I was supposed to notice them.

It’s my hope that by sharing stories of children who touched my heart that more people out there will reach out to me wanting to help through prayer and/or monthly support.

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Mercy: age 7

Her father is unknown and her mother abandoned her. She now is under the care of one of the teacher’s at the school who also lives alone (I can’t go into detail as to her story but she has an amazing heart and one child of her own).

Sarah : age 9

Her father passed away and the mother abandoned her. She also lives with the same loving teacher.

Both of these girls are shy and reserved, as many of the children are at this struggling school in the bush. It’s hard to know what life is like for them or what pain they have gone through but in there eyes is a shimmer of hope that even through loss we all can succeed.

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I love Lamp

Last night my lamp fell over and just missed my macbook laptop. It was a heavy lamp, weighted at the base, still haven’t gotten light bulbs for it but it’s been in my bedroom for over a week now. There was no earthquake, there was no wind, it just fell over. Not once has it done that!

Coincidence? That right before it fell over I was grieving Andy and crying over not seeing my husband again? That I was inconsolable over losing my soulmate? Then ‘Thud’ the lamp fell over without hitting my laptop on the floor. I instantly stopped crying and got up to see what fell, since it was dark. Even in death my soulmate tells me to stop crying.

Why do I write about this on my blog that has turned towards Healing and helping others suffering? Not sure…but maybe we all need a smack on the head sometimes to wake us up and see the need around. Countless people are crying in the world. Countless children are waking up to no adult caring that they still exist. Countless mother’s are struggling to feed their kids and Countless others are orphans thrown into the bush out of desperation.

There will always be poor…There will always be need…but there will always be that opportunity to live like today is your last. That life isn’t has stable as we build it up to be with our fail safes we put in place. It can all be gone when a soulmate dies or when your world flips upside down and then what?

Get a lamp thrown at you in the middle of the night? That would get irritating after awhile ha!

Perhaps its something else…that small voice inside that says get up and look at how your day can change if you consider everything is a blessing, even that running tap water that’s safe to drink, or that hot shower you enjoyed this morning, or even yet the bug free floor your barefoot is touching.

Healing Eyes is $1545 away from it’s goal of fully funded for tutoring orphans in Kenya. Yesterday I put the remainder of the amount owed to Commit Ministries in the mail and most of it was my savings account. I would gladly do it again if it meant living with those that need compassion and empathy in their time of need. If my battle with grief can connect with someone thousands of miles away in order to bring Flavor into the world…to be the salt of the earth to those who may not even know there is hope.

Than Screw it..you only live once and its way shorter than we think!

I’ve been glazing over the reality of my situation…most of what I have done over the last year has been from my savings account that Andy left me. Each day I watch it shrink but then I remember Billah and countless others that makes each penny that vanishes worth it. We aren’t supposed to boast of what we do…right….but this blog is about transparency and I need HELP from each of you to keep serving those that I know we all care about but don’t have the freedom to leave their jobs and families to do. I am an imperfect widow, a sinner like everyone else…but I have been blessed with no physical commitments to one place through an undesirable loss.. but help me turn that death of an old life into ‘dying daily’ for someone else…send me where others can’t go!

I will put my little Donate button here for Convenience and Impulse button pushing. But I understand if your skeptical of my motives or perhaps if I am a real person on the internet…or perhaps money is tight. I’ll give an alternative…Consider Praying for funding and an abundance of support, even if you may not believe in God or all this mumbo jumbo (hell I used to think it was a waste of time when everything just kept going wrong)…But just for one second consider the idea that we are all connected and loved by an invisible friend that truly wants us to Prosper and not be Harmed, that love is real, and that for some reason that empty feeling each day is an opportunity to hear that still small voice say, “You are Not Alone”..


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Bittersweet return

My heart is torn paper. Ripped to pieces and written with tears.
Oh God why do you torment me.
Why do I gasp for air.
Let it end. Give back light to my eyes.

I have returned to the island after a mini vacation and self discovery tour of loss.
I spent time with a dear friend who loves me and the memory of Andy.
I saw my dogs and sister in law and I thank God for that opportunity.
I kayaked with my daddy and quacked at ducks on a picturesque river in Michigan. Saw turtles sun bathing and remembered a time when Andy was alive.
I biked on my beloved road bike.
I chatted with a supporter and shared my testimony with her and gained encouragement from that chat.
Lunch with my past boss/mentor who helped mold me into a more confident person and gave me the self confidence I have because of his leadership. He knows I am determined and stubborn.
I saw my crazy opinionated friend who tells it as it is and laughed a lot.
I saw my old house and the street I called home what seems forever Ago.
Each time I see it I am reminded you can’t go back home when it’s gone. Not as it was at least.

I was reminded how vacations are not the same without Andy and faced pain of memories dredged up by that.
Even though I look high and low for Andy he is gone. He is not where I left him.
I saw a therapist and he said I must let go in time. Some day I’ll smile again and the guilt will lessen. Look out for my heart and grieve but let God heal me. Everything done was done because it was the right thing at the time based on what I knew. I can’t go back and change it.

Let it be….

I am back…I am sad…I am alone. My flights home I sat alone, no one beside me oddly. God was protecting me or perhaps isolating me in my grief.

My rent is due in a week and I’m $300 short so far. It is amazing to see how after PayPal was emptied last month that it did recoup some of the loss. Thank you to all who have helped and thank you for your prayers. I pray for discernment and ways to touch others hearts thru this blog in order to persevere.

The clubs After school programs start in a week. This week I have time for reflection and grieving. Time to work on doubts and fears. Above all I fear loneliness and humiliation. Pray I can gain peace in my path and see light in my choice to live on crazy faith.
To think I could have a chance loving kids and breaking past that pain of being barren and widowed.

“Sing, barren woman, you who never bore a child; burst into song, shout for joy, you who were never in labor; because more are the children of the desolate woman than of her who has a husband,” says the Lord. “Enlarge the place of your tent, stretch your tent curtains wide, do not hold back; lengthen your cords, strengthen your stakes. (‭Isaiah‬ ‭54‬:‭1-2‬ NIV)

Tell my heart to beat again.

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