Last Sunday half of our team went to a service at a church called Victory Outreach Church North. After watching this congregation worship, I cannot help but think we are missing something in our American churches. This church probably isn't what we picture when we think of "church." It looks more like an outdoor shelter house. In this church there are no lights, no projectors, no videos, no special effects. They have a basic sound system with two small speakers. But they certainly are not lacking in passion. I have never heard "Lord I Lift Your Name on High" sung...

I apologize for not having any previous blogs, it was mostly due to the fact that I couldnt figure out how to sign in. Anyways… We have now been here in Uganda for over a week, though where the time has gone is unknown to me- I feel as though I am just catching wind of its flutter. There is a beauty here that is unsurpassed- even in all my travels, a beauty that catches you off guard with its simplicity. Its a beauty seen in a widows eyes, the laughter of a small child, in the footprints left behind by a passing stranger. I was told to look for color when I arrived, soon to...

We have finished a full week of ministry and God has broken my heart for the beautiful people of Uganda. Some of the work we did this week includes building a mud goat shed, cleaning a well, and leading Bible Studies on Thursday evenings. Coming on this trip I thought I was prepared to face the poverty, orphans, and hopeless that people here encounter daily, I expected my heart to break instantly, but God had other plans. It took a week for my heart to break. This week we did door to door evangelism and at the third house we stopped at, God filled me with compassion and broke my heart....

I never expected to be thrown into this divine cycle of exposure, freedom, brokenness, and utter joy. Each day I am given, Jesus exposes my heart and purges it, leaving a glorious freedom within my soul. Then, in the midst of service, I become broken. My will is redirected towards the Father and his children rather than myself. In those moments in which I forget about myself, I enounter true joy. I know that true joy because True Love graciously consumes me with it. I've had a recurring image in my head the last few days. It's come while I'm serving, worshipping, and...

A few months ago a good friend of mine (shout out Stephanie Hicks) told me a few times "God is faithful" I told her I wasn't really in the mood to learn that lesson. She continued to tell me "God is faithful" every day at least once for a few weeks. Well let me tell you now. God is faithful. No matter how many times I doubted what he had for me, He was faithful to show me His plan. It all started with the ministry. About six months ago I looked around for somewhere to go for the summer and I found this place called "Kyampisi Children Ministries" and I...

      Freedom.             As Americans freedom is a word we toss around with out much thought. It doesn’t have a whole lot of meaning to us outside of the fact that we are free, that our ancestors defeated the English winning us our independence. But free from what? Free to live our lives as we please?         Yes, but free from fear?  From guilt? Do we really have the freedom to do what we believe is right? Or are we trapped in our own prisons of fear. The fear of trying something but failing....