we are a people that desires big things. big TVs, big cars, big houses. we even want big food portions. welcome to the "super size me" generation. we have big dreams and want big moments. but what if our BIG God has little moments for us? what if it's thte moments like watching a woman scrape chipati dough off her bare hand with a knife that make life worth living? what if we're so busy expecting big things that we overlook the beauty in the little ones? these past two and a half months have definitely brought some big moments like learning to give stitches and kissing a...

Well the journey to Kenya was interesting to say the least. It all started around 2:30pm on Friday, March 23rd. We arrived at the Kampala Coach Bus Station waiting for our bus that was supposed to arrive at 4pm. Of course while sitting there, the bus workers handed us a brochure about the Kampala Coach, which spoke of it’s free meals, 46 inch tvs, and how we were about to ride in Luxury.. LIES!! The bus arrives not so promptly around 6pm. We get on to find that there is not even enough seats for us even though we paid for 13. So for the first 2 hours, I sat in the aisle of the bus....

That isn't the most comforting sstatement when you're the one wearing the gloves. Dr. Henry asked for my left hand so he could aapply the lube. He then instructed me to scoop the lube with my right hand pointer finger. The 98 year old African man laying on the bed had no teeth in his mouth and a blank stare on his face. He had prostate cancer. As soon as he walked into the hospital Dr. Henry recognized him. He was laying on the table, pantless, waiting for  me to perform a rectal exam. It was possiblly the most awkward thing I have ever experienced. I'm not going to lie it...

a week ago tuesday, for the first time this trip, as tears trickled from my eyes (partially because i was on the back of a motorcycle with the dusty wind whipping me eyes and partially because it was the greatest moment of my life) I thought "thanks for bringing me here God. thanks for this moment, thanks for making this my life. this right here, it makes it all worth it" this moment was right after Dr. Henri handed me a needle, pain meds, and said "3 mils in the left deltoid." and walked out of the room…. and then I gave my first shot. to an african man. that...

Her 8 year old self doesn't have an ounce of doubt in her voice as she declares that she is going to America. Her name is Oliver and her personality is as vibrant as her bright purple uniform. The first day I met her I found her a little pushy and never would have guessed that she would pull on my heart strings the way she does. There are days that her smile is the one thing that keeps me going. I ask her if she will visit me when she comes to America and she can barely get a yes out through her giggling. Her bright eyes bring more joy to my life than I ever could have imagined. S...

Yin icil chalo ayom! (You are beautiful like a monkey in the local language, Luo) I was told this this week by my wonderful friend Oliver! 😉 I have A LOT to say, but I really feel like my team said it all this week. So for my family and friends following this blog, I ask that you take time to read their blogs this week. All I will leave you with is a request for prayer this Friday (or Thursday night back home). I will be bringing the word of the Lord, a.k.a. preaching at Lunch Hour Prayer at Victory Outreach Church. Blessings to you all in Jesus name! Somer Rae