Author: Adventures

Wrecked

Up until this point, I had been very numb. There is so much hurt all around me and I didn't know how to react to it all. I prayed hard on Monday night for God to wreck me, for God to break my heart for what breaks His. Tuesday, at the hospital, He did just that. I was kneeling beside a hospital bed where 24 year-old Patrick was lying. And where he will be lying for the rest of his life. When he was just two years younger than me, he was abducted by the Lord's Resistance Army. He was beaten to the point of paralysis, and now he'll never be able to walk again. I sat...

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Mornings

There is beauty in giving all of yourself to God. And there is freedom. Mornings are my favorite part of the day. My mornings go like this: Wake up, Brush my lil teethies, Get a sweater, Get a cup of hot tea, & sit outside in the Presence of my Creator. Having my Jesus time in the morning is something I've surprisingly never done…(or accomplished for more than a day or two) and I know that if it wasn't for being here in Uganda, I would not be doing this now. But after falling so hard in the beginning of this trip, I realized I needed to do something and realize that God...

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4. In God We Trust?

Rewind to last Sunday: first day of prison ministry. Down a dark hallway. Gate is opened and sunshine hits my face. Suddenly we are standing in a prison yard with a whole crowd of men staring at us. Bright yellow uniforms clashed against their dark skin. There was one guard… without a gun. I didn’t feel uncomfortable though. I felt at peace. Later we asked our translator what the men were in prison for. Theft, murder, pretty much anything and everything. Fast forward to this Sunday: second day of prison ministry. Down the dark hallway, the gate was opened and we were ushered...

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Imagine this.

Imagine being in a hospital where everyone around you could possibly be on the verge of death. Imagine seeing a wife who takes in orphans sobbing because she is to sick to go home and take care of them. Imagine an 18 year old girl fighting cancer. Imagine a very old man that weighs maybe 50 pounds smiling from ear to ear because he finally has a visitor. Imagine a 6 year old boy having an infection in his leg that makes him unable to walk. But he desires to run and play like a normal kid. Imagine a 24 year old man who was abducted by the LRA, forced to carry heavy things for long...

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Germophobia?

This is Africa! Everything is bright in Uganda: the colors, the sun, and the smiles. The dirt is very red, and the grass and trees are very lush and very green. The sky is huge; there are so many clouds during the day and so many stars at night. It really is beautiful here. I have yet to see any giraffes or have a near-death experience with a lion, but there are cows, chickens, and goats aimlessly roaming the land. My favorite part of Eastern Africa is the large variety of insects. The bugs are huge! I love picking them up and housing them in our room…which my teammates love!...

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Silver Spoons.

Today I met Patrick. Patrick, who is 24. Patrick who has his whole life ahead of him. Patrick, who used to be free. Patrick, who since 2004 has been bound to a bed. Patrick, who because he dropped a suitcase, was brutally beaten by the LRA until his back was broken making him a paraplegic. We prayed for him, and tears flowed down my cheeks. Flowed out of sorrow, out of empathy, and out of complete brokenness. I've been trying to figure out what I was supposed to learn from this situation, and only one thing has stuck out. That every single day, God's heart is completely broken for...

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