We're not what we've seen

I was thinking today about why it's so hard for me to move, and yet I do it all the time.

I get inspired and attached to my surroundings. The french doors in my living room are not only pretty, they make me think of the time I pushed my nose up on the glass and made faces at the Fremont House girls. 

The sink isn't just old fashioned and unique. It reminds me of washing dishes and listening to music with the window open during a rainstorm. 

But with new surroundings, comes new magical openings for my imagination. And new memories to create and new areas to love. 

Our new living room, in what is now known as Fort Lollypop, was clean for one day. Now it's a mess or craft supplies, library books, paper beads from Africa, and half eaten brownies. And I wouldn't have it any other way. It is utterly unique and completely fit for an oversize 5 year old and a hippie.

Marchin' On - One Republic

Uganda 2011 Entry 6

Things to remember when coming back to the states:

-waving at people on the side of the road will now get me funny looks

-nobody knows what Jongu means

-cutting people off in traffic is now considered dangerous

-going to the ghetto does not mean I will automatically have 20 kids swarm me

-speed limits are no longer just "general guidelines"

-air conditioning is a necessity

-parents don't generally let children flip off the back steps into the yard

Despite having a bit of culture shock and a lot of jet lag...it's good to be home. Even if I did leave part of my heart across the sea and in a little country called Uganda. 

Uganda 2011 Entry 5

Well now...where to begin. 

There have been several team members that have fallen ill including myself. Amy and Anna are worse off than me however, so please, if you think of it...pray for recovery and health for the whole team, especially Anna and Amy. They are real troopers. 

Now for an addition of things Hannah learned this week. 

I learned:

-a song from Mama Grace can cheer even my worst moods

-what Amoxicillin, Flagyl, and Bactrim do (working the pharmacy without a degree...whew!)

-that a two year old saying your name for the first time is cause for a celebration

-that Jesus is my everything (ok so re-learned)

-that praying for someone forms a connection not easily broken

-how to clean up a Mercury spill (google you are so good to us)

-just how big cockroaches can get

 

 Now on to getting better so I can join the team tomorrow!

Uganda 2011 Entry 4

Hello!

Updates from here out will probably be short and sweet. The team arrived yesterday and I have to say, being around so many familiar faces has really been good. I loved hugging the same people on the same soil that I did last year. 

 

Leaving the children's home however was terrible. I knew I was going to see the kids in two days and I still almost burst into tears. Mama Sherry said leave it to me and Kristal to cry, but they really feel like my nieces and nephews. 

Speaking of nieces, thank you for those who prayed for Betty. She is a girl from the school who was hit by a boda boda (motorcycle) the other night. She's doing very well all things considered and was smiling very big when we went to see her.

The team jumped right in today with our first medical clinic in Jjokolera. I was working in the pharmacy so I didn't get to interact with many people, but Jesus revealed to me a wonderful truth: this is a family affair. Today I got to work along side my brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, Papas and Mamas in Christ. It was wonderful. 

I love you all so much, but I have to say, I'm really starting to fall into a groove here. It's getting harder and harder thinking about coming home. Oh Uganda, how you always manage to steal my heart!