1. A ‘muzungu’ is an African term for a ‘white person’.  When traveling through the mountains or walking through town, you may hear this word screamed from little kids scattering the sides of the road as if you are the first white person they have ever seen.  You most likely are not but feel free to smile and wave (just resist the urge to throw candy – there’s no need to cause a riot!).   2. The mountains of Kabale are in fact not mountains, they are hills and the hills of Kabale are FREEZING!!  It would be wise to be prepared with a...

   I am discovering much about what it means to listen to the Lord. So often I would come before Him in prayer; asking things of Him or telling things to Him, yet not much of my time was spent listening to the Holy Spirit. God is constantly speaking, yet we do not always listen to His voice or even know how to listen to Him speaking. As His follower, I am learning the utmost importance of taking in what the Lord is saying. The Holy Spirit guides if we seek Him and listen to Him. He answers us when we cry out if our ears are tuned to His words. He is speaking and we...

Traveling ten hours to Kabale and ten hours back gave me plenty of time to listen to God. Kabale was a difficult place for me to be. The culture is very different compared to where i am from and satan has targeted the people of Kabale in a different way than i have ever experienced.   Parents dont try to encourage their children to continue through school. Since its such a rural place, the children will probably end up going back home to farm anyway. Small kids anywhere from three to ten spend their days watching the cows and goats. Women strap their babies to their backs at sunrise...

Here’s something I never thought I’d say…   I love my HIV/AIDS support group! haha there it is. I am a member of an HIV/AIDS support group here in Uganda. We meet on Fridays from 2-4pm and have a ball. There’s about 50 other women in the group and a couple of guys.   I suppose I thought that everyone would be depressed and have terrible stories to tell about their fight with HIV/AIDs. I thought it would be a place where people would be lonely, sad and struggling. And I’m not saying, that the people in the group don’t experience heart-breaking...

  So i was planning on writing this blog about Kabale and our experiences there (which were amazing by the way!) Then we were walking through downtown Kampala this morning and it hit me…God never takes a day off!! He is constantly at work in the lives of His people!  As we were walking through the city i saw so many limp people-people with crutches, with canes, just sitting on the ground with limbs too thin or weak to work-and I was overcome with a feeling of sadness. i mean to see these people just sitting there on the sidewalk just did something to me…it twisted...

 We are staying in the city of Kampala at the guest house this week and will be doing door to door ministry. Our team is learning to get along and truly work with the othe ugandan team. God is stretching me in many ways, I have never lived in a such an out of my comfort zone area, just walking down the street can is head spinning- the traffic DOES NOT yeild to pedestrians so each time you cross the street it is as if you were in the Frogger video game! The main means of transportation are the boda-boda’s which are motor bikes that you can pretty much hop on at every corner. Today...