I arrived to the Tampa airport at 3 am. Leaving for JFK airport at 6 am on Thursday July 27th, 2017. The ride was bumpy but a pleasant 3-hour flight. They tried to seat me next to a lady with a fairly large dog that she was holding in her lap. If you know me, you know how I feel about dogs. They are not my favorite and their hair grosses me out. I asked to switch seats and thankfully there was one open. I commented about having such a large dog in no cage. The stewardess replied with a under the breath comment “yah its for anxiety.”
I definitely cried leaving JFK to Dubai knowing I will be on this plane for 14 hours and traveling far from home. I know I will miss my family. Also the Emirates baggage guy upset me. He singled me out saying I could not have my carry on bag while everyone passed by me with his or her carry on bag. He told me it was not allowed which was funny considering I had called the airline before I booked my ticket to find out what was allowed. I told him I didn’t appreciate him lying to me and if they need people to check carry on because they think they may run out of room in the overhead storage, then they should try a better approach like asking people to volunteer or compensating them for checking in their bag. I’m pretty sure he could tell I was losing my patience. I definitely called him out on lying how his customer service was lacking. He touched his nose and stopped talking to me, so I walked away.
The trip to Dubai was uneventful. I watched 4 movies, read, and tried to sleep. Key word tried. The man next to me was heading to Ethiopia to sing to children with his mission group. He told me if parents are sent to jail in this part of Ethiopia, children have to accompany their parents. Local women started taking in orphans and children from the jail. He went on to tell me that last year was his first visit to Ethiopia and he said instead of a vacation this year he is returning to see the children. He said “we have it so wonderful in America.” I agreed and replied that each of us should love others and fight for justice. I told him about Lufafa and we marveled in the fact that there are people, who despite what people may say they lack; they are welcoming, inspiring, and joyful despite their circumstances. At one point we both had our Bibles out reading. I looked over and smiled.
Jesus, thank you for this wonderful opportunity to travel to a new country, to meet new people, and to learn more about you. I pray for discernment and for the Holy Spirit to comfort and guide me on this journey. Please protect my heart and provide me with the strength and ability to represent You well. Open my eyes and ears to everything around me. I pray Kenzie has a great time while I’m gone and can rest knowing I am safe. In Your name, Amen.
Dubai airport was huge and the architecture amazing. At times I thought I was in a mall. I ended up taking a bus from the gate to the plane where they packed us in like sardines and drove what seemed to be 15 minutes. At this point I was extremely tired and a bit anxious to be done traveling. Matthew sent me a text to “be strong” at the right moment. I needed the encouragement. We had to exit the bus and carry our carryon luggage up the stairs to enter the plane. It was incredibly hot and humid in Dubai. It looked like fog covering the area, but I think it was just too hot.
Dubai to Entebbe was a 5-hour flight. I was next to a man from Dubai traveling to Kampala for a work meeting. I tried so hard to sleep but I’m not sure that happened.
After reaching Entebbe at 130 pm on July 28th, I had to figure out which line to be in for customs. I waited about 30 minutes. Next I had to find a cart to carry my luggage. I waited what seemed like an hour to find my luggage. One last luggage scanner stood between the outside and me. I could see the outside. Uganda, after almost 3 years I would meet Lufafa, my brother in Christ. I walked out of the doors and there was a massive group of people waiting. Many people were holding signs with names on them. I just stopped and it was like a dream. I was hoping Lufafa noticed my pasty white skin because I wasn’t sure I was going to find him. Less than a minute, he saw me and gave me a hug. It seemed surreal that I was actually in Uganda meeting my friend. I thought about how Jesus answered yet another prayer. I was so tired that I really had no idea how I was functioning. I was mentally preparing for at least a 5-hour car ride to Mafubira.
Lufafa introduced me to 5 others who traveled to the airport with him. Nico, the driver, Rose; his sister, Jeffrey; the church administrator, Pastor Ronald, and Joseph; a teenager Lufafa has raised. I had no idea so many people would be with Lufafa and I had a hard time remembering names. This was the beginning of Lufafa and I learning to understand each other’s accents.
We started the car ride to Mafubira about 230 pm and reached Lufafa’s home (which is located in front of the new clinic building) about 8 pm. It was a warm drive, but not hot enough for the A/C. I was pleasantly surprised that it was not humid. I had been more nervous about the weather than anything else. After our trip to Haiti in 2014, I was sure I would not be traveling abroad if the weather were anything like Haiti. I know Jesus uses our experiences and challenges to shape and grow us, but Haiti weather was intense.
I sat up front being able to take in all the sights, smells, and how close other drivers would drive next to us, literally half an inch between us and other vehicles. I would say some of the boda boda (motorcycle) drivers were wreck less. I made noises as I really thought someone was going to ram into us or we were going to smash into a boda boda. The noises just came out and everyone laughed. I’m glad they could find my uneasiness about traffic comical. Though the traffic was a bit nerve racking, I wasn’t experiencing culture shock and knew Jesus was handling everything. That was the only time I sat upfront. I think that decision was more for there benefit than mine.
It was dark when we arrived to the clinic but I noticed right away how beautiful the building was. I remember this building in its beginning stages of being built and to see it finished was breathtaking. What an honor to be able to stay here before it opens as a clinic. Everyone stayed to share dinner; rice, beef, corn bread, sweet potatoes, greens, pumpkin, and nut sauce. I noticed the women kneeling as they served food to the guests and that they sat on the kitchen floor to eat.
After dinner I gave Lufafa his tablet, which was a donation from a dear friend. He was so surprised and thankful. We took pictures and Andrew made a surprise visit. I had sponsored Andrew and exchanged letters with him over the past two years. I thought his mother had found him and he moved away recently, however I learned Lufafa was caring for him since his mother left and was unstable. Andrew’s father was a huge help to Lufafa and passed away. Lufafa is dedicated to mentoring and helping Andrew succeed and become a man of God. Andrew dreams to go to mechanic school, which is a yearlong program and only $300. The school told Lufafa that he is too far behind to join school. The plan is when I start working to send him to mechanic school.
I loved that we prayed together before eating and after arriving safely. Pastor Ronald shared Jeremiah 29:11 with us. At 1030 pm on Friday July 28th I was able to lie down. Which was 330 pm Tampa time. After 33 hours of traveling, I was really unsure what day or time it was. I was exhausted. So exhausted it was hard to fall asleep.
I stayed in one room of the clinic while Barbra and Rose stayed in the other room. Harriet would return to her home while Lufafa and the boys (Joseph and Andrew) stayed in his room about 50 feet in front of the clinic. I really appreciated Lufafa considering having women around and staying with me. I had told Lufafa about a recent issue with someone I thought was a friend, a brother in Christ, and how this person decided he could cross lines that was inappropriate.
Saturday July 29th
I slept about 5 hours and decided to unpack, have tea and breakfast with Lufafa and I realized I needed a shower. Lufafa had told me there would be a shower but I failed to ask about warm water. I realized there is no way I could stand under cold water to shower. The mornings and evenings were cool in Mafubira. About 60 to 65 degrees. I decided I wanted to experience life here so I washed my hair in cold water under the faucet, washed my face, and lathered half my body in soap. Trying to rinse with cold water was rough but I managed and decided that was enough for one day.
I asked Lufafa how they wash with cold water and he said they are used to it. I found a pretty large teakettle and decided that would be my shower. It only took me 15 minutes to heat up the water.
Lufafa and I chatted about visiting the children’s home, a 15-minute walk from the clinic when we learned there was a patient at the clinic. It was Sam and his father waiting for Sam to have a bandage change. I had seen pictures of Sam and his burns the week prior. I couldn’t believe I was here, watching Lufafa treat a patient. Sam is 3.5 years old and fell into a pot of cooking rice. He lives 10 kilometers away and someone happened to hear about his burns and knew about Lufafa. A kind person gave the family a ride to the clinic so Lufafa could treat Sam’s burns.
It was super hard listening to Sam cry and scream during the bandage change but at the same time I was grateful that Lufafa and Willy were available and willing to help others. Sam’s whole chest, stomach, and left arm were burned. Even some of his neck, a spot on his hand and leg. Willy is an older man who comes to the clinic morning until dark to help Lufafa treat patients and to let Lufafa know if a patient has come or will return when Lufafa is available. Lufafa is a full time nurse at the local government hospital, which is about a 15 minute car ride from Mafubira.
I had seen many pictures of children burned over the almost three years Lufafa and I have been friends, however being there in person, watching Lufafa work, and seeing the burns in person, was difficult. I had another level of respect for Lufafa’s heart to serve others.
Lufafa and Willy worked as a team to take off the bandages and replace with new ones. I watched Lufafa mix up his cream and give an antibiotic shot. I could tell Sam was exhausted and giving him a small book helped distract him at times.
Lufafa and I did a Facebook live video of the compound (his yard where he lives and where the clinic is located) and I soon realized why he doesn’t send many videos. It used up all our data but Lufafa was intrigued by the live option.
Lunch was tasty and I noticed again the women sitting on the kitchen floor. I asked them to come eat with us. I thought maybe they thought there were not enough chairs. Lufafa said it’s culture and that they all usually sit on the floor in a circle, eating off one plate, and using their hands to eat. I asked if we could all do that together and he replied that they would most likely say no because they would not want the guest (me) to feel disrespected. I told them I didn’t mind and hoped to experience their cultural way of eating.
I learned that each meal is bought that day and then cooked. All food is fresh, grown by locals. I also learned that butchers decide how much meat he estimates he will sell in a day and will bring the meat to the market.
Lufafa and I took a walk through the market in the evening. We walked with no lights on us. The road was bumpy and we had to watch out for boda bodas passing by. There were many hair and supply shops. There were vendors selling different already made foods like chapatti, rolex, and samosas. The chapatti reminded me of a thicker crepe and rolex is chapatti with egg, and the samosas were the fried triangle shaped dough with cowpeas inside.
Harriet, Barbra, and Rose serve everyone their plates of food. The portions are huge and I feel bad wasting it but learned they feed the dog or someone will eat it. After eating, I helped Rose with the dishes. She told me that people will say Rose is bad because the guest helped. Rose asked if I would help serve food next time. I felt honored.
I was surprised how few mosquitoes there are, however I stay lathered in my bug spray made by my sweet friend, Karen. The power was off most the day as I guess this is common when they are working on the dam. I was truly relaxing to be unplugged from the Internet, TV, power, and to just enjoy being present with everyone.
Thankfully I took a 2-hour nap today or I would have been exhausted.
After dishes, Rose, Barbra and I prayed, worshiped, and talked about a Bible scripture together. It was a beautiful time together. Matthew 5 had been on mind lately and that happened to be the scripture Rose shared with us.
Sunday July 30
I slept about 5 hours Saturday night. I woke up thankful how much better this trip has been compared to Haiti. It reminded me how important relationships are. I’m reading Gal 5:13. I decided to partner with Lufafa because I know Jesus placed him in my life for a reason. I was thinking about the people who doubted Lufafa or said traveling by myself would be unsafe. I thought about the people who supported me emotionally and I especially remember Tom Baker telling me to “go for it, it will be fun.” I love his joyful, encouraging spirit. After booking my flight I remember a day when I was even doubting myself and right away I told Jesus that I trusted Him, I wouldn’t listen to the world, and that my thoughts would not define my actions. I seriously had no more issues after that moment. Jesus took it all. I was excited and looking forward to traveling to a new continent by myself. The more I trust Jesus, the better life is.
I woke up excited for church and knowing I would meet the children today. The weather is perfect yet the locals say it’s cold and they even wear jackets. As soon as the sun comes up, the sounds of the day begin. There is a school behind the clinic so I can hear the students singing and learning, women cooking, music, children playing. Today I can hear people worshipping. Lufafa thought I would be bothered by the noise of the people and animals. I love it!
The wifi keeps going off here. I’m so used to having immediate, constant access to the internet, that it’s odd not having it, but I also like having less time online. I haven’t been on my laptop once and it has been wonderful.
With the time change and traveling, I’m not sure if I’m hungry or tired. But I’m focusing on Matthew 6:33, “But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.”
I heated up water in the teakettle for my shower, which was a way more pleasant way to rinse. I bought these face wipes for the trip thinking it would be easier and realized they leave this film behind and my face is not happy about it. All I brought was a bar of soap. I know it’s going to be interesting to see how much my skin breaks out.
We walked to the children’s home, which took us about 15 minutes to get there. I’m not even sure how a car would pass through the roads. Before I realize it, a huge bus is passing us and boda bodas are everywhere. Children were running around playing with tires, jerry cans, or sticks. Children would stop what they were doing and yell “hi, muzungu, bye.” Every single time I walked by. Muzungu means fair colored person. I saw mother’s cooking. Goats, hens, and chickens everywhere. Goats tied up in random places. I learned that people had their farms or gardens next to their homes. I would see a home and then a small banana farm next to another home with a sweet potato garden. Some homes looked like they needed to be torn down but they were still in the process of being built. Lufafa said building happens slowly.
After reaching the children’s home, I met dada, the women who lives with and cares for the children. She just finished cooking breakfast, porridge, for the kids. The porridge is a soy bean based liquid. I was able to serve them and pass out popcorn. There are many popcorn vendors at the market. I asked each their names and ages. Thankfully Joseph was there to translate. The children were so quiet and shy. I have to admit I was a bit shy and quiet. I couldn’t believe I was with them. I wasn’t sure what to do or say. Annet was a sweet girl who smiled and walked next to me as we walked to church. She put her arm around me and pointed out different things such as corn, hens, and trees. I could tell she was practicing her English. After reaching the church, Lufafa and I went home to eat breakfast.
Church service was fantastic. The singing and dancing was so much fun, energetic, and lively. The church had a guest pastor and he was comical. It was apparent they were there to worship, pray, learn, and disciple others. There was no stumptown coffee, no fancy tile work, no windows or doors, no separate rooms for children’s ministry, and despite what some people could see as lacking, they continued to worship Jesus.
They welcomed everyone and asked if it was anyone’s first visit. A lady next to me raised her hand and people came to hug her. I didn’t raise my hand because it was obvious I was new. Lufafa had me talk in front of everyone. I had no idea he was going to call me up to talk. It was short since I hadn’t planned anything.
Pastor Kato preached about “rejoicing anyway.” That the
“devil will use misery to weaken us so we need to rejoice in Jesus. We have to learn to seek Jesus and consult him before anything. We may have times in life in our walk with God and we don’t know what the next step to take is. This requires faith.”
After service I met Joy and her name matched her personality. I met all the pastors and headed home for lunch and rest. In the evening we walked back to the children’s home. I took the parachute and colored pencils and paper with me. When we arrived, the children were running around playing a tag game. The children greeted me and even performed a dance while singing. The parachute was so much fun. The children were laughing so hard. After, we passed out paper and colored pencils so they could write their names and what they wanted to be when they grew up. They all wrote doctor, nurse, pilot or policemen. Each child had me read their papers and I told them to keep writing, praying, studying hard, and trusting Jesus.
In the evening, Lufafa and I talked about expanding onto his building and adding a few guests room. I was fortunate to stay in the new building, but it will be transformed into a clinic and if there is a team to visit next year, we would need a place for them to stay.
I realized that when Lufafa would tell me he eats dinner late, he means like 10 or 11 pm late. Harriet will start cooking at 6 pm and keep cooking until 10 pm. She is an amazing cook and Barbra and Rose will also help. This is a hard adjustment to eat so late, but almost feels normal with the time difference. While we waited for food, we messed with his tablet-learning how to access Google drive.
I keep comparing this trip to my “mission” trip to Haiti in 2014 with a small team and I’m pretty sure I don’t see myself ever doing a “mission” trip again. I remember how sick kenzie and I were. There was such a crazy schedule, that activities still took place without us. I felt like if people traveling to visit Lufafa ended up sick, people would surround them with praying, caring for them, and waiting for them to feel better to join in on the activities. I loved not really having a set schedule while visiting Lufafa. We had things we wanted to accomplish but we were flexible. I loved that. People would ask about my “mission trip” to see Lufafa and I would have to say it’s not a mission trip. I’m going to visit a friend and talk about how we plan to work towards community development in his community. I wasn’t going to take Jesus to them or preach to them or tell them how to do things. Jesus is already there, the church is doing a great job of teaching, and locals know way better than I would what the community needs. I was going to learn, listen, and continue partnering with Lufafa to help with things state side. I keep our nonprofit legal and handle other admin tasks.
Jesus, thank you for another day to serve you. Thank you for Lufafa’s willingness and faith to care for the children. Protect the children’s hearts and minds. Bring them closer to you. Thank you for your grace, and love for us. You are our strength. Let us rejoice in You. Continue to guide us and provide us with Your wisdom as we move forward with starting new projects in Mafubira and Buluuta. Amen
Monday July 31
Today Lufafa, Joseph, and I went to the children’s school. The school is a couple minutes walk from the children’s home. We met with the head master, James, and thanked him for his patience with us paying school fees. I learned he is a Christian man and a good friend of Lufafa’s. I also learned the school was started after an American woman bought the land and paid to have the buildings built. She wanted all the children in school and so the fees are less expensive that way lower income families can send their children to school.
During our visit the children were on breakfast break and older students were serving the staff food. After break, a class came outside so I could take their photos. James gave me freedom to walk around and take photos. I was surprised how big the school was. I was expecting one small building and it was 4 fairly large buildings and many students.
In the evening we went to the market in Jinja a 15-minute car ride from the clinic. We had Nico drive us. We made a trip to the bank so I could exchange dollars for schillings. There was a guard outside and inside. They checked for weapons before entering the bank. We went to the outdoor market and purchased fish, rice, oil, peas, and bananas for the children. I found an older lady who was selling handmade items and bought some items from her. Pictures were not allowed in the market but one lady selling spices allowed us to take her photo. We had to hunt for stockings for the children’s school uniforms. Next we went to an indoor market with a guard holding a huge rifle at the door. I had to check my bag with this lady. I definitely took out my money, phone, and passport. I bought toothbrushes, toothpaste, soap, and sponges for the children. I saw plastic chairs and thought what a great idea for the kids instead of sitting on the hard cement. I asked Lufafa how much they were and we planned to buy some tables and chairs in the next couple days. I bought Rose some chocolate at the market and I loved how she shared it with everyone.
After resting from shopping, we walked the supplies to the children’s home. The children had just returned home from school and were writing their names on the paper I had brought the day before. They were excited for me to read them. They wrote about how much they loved uncle Emma (Lufafa) and thanked me, and wrote their names.
On the way home we stopped by Annet’s home, a coworker of Lufafa’s, and asked if she could make a dress for me. She had me pick out the design, style, and took my measurements.
Lufafa and I talked on the walk home about how Annet was chopping wood and a piece flew into her eye and that is why her eye looked they way it did. We talked about the party for the kids and how he would purchase a cake.
While waiting for Bible study to start (we had a study each night of the week), I taught Rose a couple card games and she refreshed my memory how to play hand games. Rose is so sweet. She asked me help her set up an email account. She didn’t have one and wanted one for when she started school. She told me about the sponsor willing to help her pay school fees. She wants to go to business school. She showed me her paperwork and for $3,000 she could earn her bachelors degree in 3 years.
Bible study was amazing. We read and talked through John 1V1-18. Each person shared what the Holy Spirit was speaking to them. Honestly, when it came to sharing with our group in Oregon, I really didn’t care to share. I felt judged and here I felt that the people truly cared what I had to say and really respected each other. My takeaway was that “our life is our message” and how powerful the Word is. We prayed together especially for Matthew. Dinner was fantastic. We all sat in a circle on the floor and enjoyed many laughs together. I was sitting Indian style and they graciously showed me the proper way to sit. Andrew was making jokes in Lusoga, however when translated they said it is not funny.
Before sleep, Lufafa told me this is my second home and I am always welcome. I am so thankful for his friendship. He has been a mentor to me over the years (even though we are the same age) and I have grown in Jesus because of him. I was inspired by him before and even more so after meeting him and seeing all he does in person.
Jesus, Thank you for putting Lufafa in my life. Continue to give him the strength, wisdom, and love to care for Your children, whether young or old. Thank you for answering our prayers and teaching us patience. May we remember that our life is our message. By the way we live our life, we represent You. Amen
Tuesday August 1, 2017
I feel more adjusted to the time and less tired today. Today I learned that they burn trash, plastic included, and maybe that’s why my eyes have been burning. Their bathrooms are what we would call outhouses and people hand washes their clothes and line dries them. Today we went to the market to buy clothes and shoes for the children. I tried to exchange a $100 bill and of course I missed that it was an older bill so we received a lower exchange rate. Always take new bills when traveling!! I learned how three guys shop for clothes for 16 children. It’s not my ideal way, but it works for them. At the indoor market vendors sell produce and there is a section for clothes and other household items. We found a vendor selling second hand clothes from different countries. We picked through and found the best clothes. We held up the clothes and asked Joseph whom it would fit. He knew each child’s size and kept track of what we were buying for whom. I understand why the clothes may not fit perfectly or even mix matched.
Joseph is 17 years old and lost both his parents at a young age. Lufafa has raised him into a Godly, kind young man. His smile lights up a room and he can dance. He dreams to be a lawyer and I pray his dreams come true. I was able to talk to him about IJM (International Justice Mission) and what their mission is. Joseph helps out Lufafa with caring for the children and even washes his own clothes.
The market smells of fresh produce and walking outside it can smell more like trash at times. There was a little child, maybe 15 months old, which grabbed my leg and scared me. I was unable to tell who was keeping an eye on her as she was just walking around on a busy sidewalk next to a busy street.
Nico’s van ended up with a flat tire and so we took a different taxi home. A taxi driver in a nice car showed up to pick us up and I’m surprised the car made it down the roads in Mafubira. It started raining as we were unloading.
Harriet’s 5-year-old daughter, Lynette, enjoys hanging out with me. Her two-year-old daughter, Mia, cries every time she sees me. Everyone laughs and Mia will hide her eyes with her arm but making sure her one eye can see me.
After resting we walked the clothes and shoes to the children. I noticed a bunch of children standing outside one house. As we walked by I could see a small TV inside. Everyone was there to watch TV. During our walks Lufafa and I would chat. On this walk I was thinking about how Kenzie and I go shopping for her clothes and how the children miss out on that. Even though they don’t have their parents, they have a new family. Though this new family is not the typical family, I’m thankful that the children are no longer suffering and they have Dada, Lufafa, Rose, Joseph, Andrew, and the church community to guide them. They are loved, discipled and cared for.
The kids were happy to receive new clothes. I handed out the items with the help of Joseph. My favorite part was handing out candy. We stayed to play with the kids and returned home in time for Bible study. Every time I return home, they say, “welcome back.”
We finished chapter 1 of John. Some quotes from the study: John 1:48 – Nathanael asked Jesus “how do you know me?” and Lufafa said “we should always put this question in our mind. Do we trust Jesus or other things?” Some quotes I wrote down from the study:
“Humble beginnings makes a good ending.” – Geofrey Musamule
“Let’s be humble that we don’t know.” – Ronald Lwalanda
I was reminded that God can use ANYONE. Yes. Anyone. Though at times I even have a hard time believing God can use me. He can!
Many people ask about water and electricity. Lufafa has one light bulb in his room and a light in the clinic. The new clinic has multiple lights. Lufafa’s home does not have indoor plumbing. He has a faucet about 10 feet from his building and that is where he is able to access water. If people are unable to afford the monthly water and power fees, people will go to the swamp to access water, or they may pay a neighbor to use their outdoor faucet, or people will come at night to take water from the faucets. Lufafa has a separate building with two small rooms; one is a restroom and one is for taking a bath. This building is about 50 feet from his room. They fill up buckets of water from the faucet and take it to the bathroom. The trash burn pile is about 10 feet from the bathroom.
Lufafa and I talked about Uganda and the 8 tribes and all the clans. Harriet’s husband works at the hospital with Lufafa and is part of his clan. We talked about how Lufafa wants to buy land to build a demonstration farm. He wants to build a school, garden, and animal housing to teach children, teens, and adults how to earn a living by caring for animals or selling milk or eggs, and how to garden. I’m really enjoying our conversations and being able to joke around about how we each pronounce words. I had no idea what he was saying and after asking 3 times I realized it was ‘bird.’ I said oh you mean bird. He tried to mimic how I said bird and we both just started laughing.
The women work so hard. They will spend 7 hours a day cooking. They clean the floors everyday and are such a joy. They shop each day and after eating, the dishes have to be cleaned. I am so thankful for the amazing meals and will miss everyone deeply.
Jesus, thank you for reminding me that you can use anyone, despite our past or weaknesses. You change people’s hearts. Thank you for reminding me that even when I feel unqualified or stressed, I can rest in You. Remind us to trust in You and not other things. You qualify the called. Thank you for the amazing hospitality and love I have received. Amen.
August 2, 2017
Today I over slept. I started my period so I’m dragging. Thankfully I came prepared knowing this would probably happen. I learned how to wash my clothes today. They were all surprised I wanted to learn. There was no way I would have them wash my clothes. I enjoyed the process and definitely felt like my arms had a good workout. Later in the afternoon it started raining. Rose was sweet to bring my clothes inside. That is one thing about line drying – have to plan around the weather. I was able to help cook today. I want to help more often but with all the plans Lufafa and I have, it’s hard. I understand now why he wanted to hire someone to cook. I peeled potatoes and tomatoes. They were amazed that I knew how to peel. I told them that I do cook at home. Our stoves may be a bit different and I stand and use a cutting board, but I still cook. There is less clean up and dishes when you just cut the vegetable into the cooking pan. Harriet was preparing beef and it came packaged in newspaper. I thought this is way better than plastic used at stores at home.
I showed Rose how to use Gmail. Andrew found old videos of Kenzie playing violin on my laptop. He and Rose also made some videos. Bible study was over John 2 and Lufafa said, “Believe things we shall not see.” We discussed how the wine symbolized Jesus’ blood. I really enjoy my time at Bible study and I will truly miss it.
Jesus, Remind me to live by faith and not by sight. I can often feel overwhelmed but I know I can rest in You…for your yoke is easy and your burden is light. May I lay down my stress, and burdens and allow You to work in my heart. Thank you for loving each of us. Amen.
August 3, 2017
The day started slow with samosas and tea. Andrew, Rose, Ronald, Lufafa, Nico, and myself made the 2.5-hour journey to Buluuta to visit. I was feeling a bit anxious and Lufafa said, “don’t be nervous.” We prayed in the van and took off. I find it interesting how I trust Lufafa more than anyone. It’s like when you meet him the presence is God is all over Him. I’m not sure how else to word it or if that makes sense.
Half of the drive consisted of swerving to avoid potholes- well, more like huge craters in the dirt road. This is the village that Lufafa was born in and is close to Lake Victoria. The scenery was beautiful juxtaposed to harsh living conditions. Once we arrived there were 60 people sitting on handmade wooden mats dressed in their best outfit, the Gomez, which is custom to wear when visitors come. I had no idea so many women would be there! It took me a minute to realize it was only women and a few children. Lufafa had said I would be meeting people from the community, but I had no idea what to expect. I of course started praying that I wouldn’t say something stupid and that I would represent Jesus well.
These big ants were everywhere. I was flicking them off Rose and myself. I was trying not to make it obvious but the women were flicking the ants off themselves too, so I figured it was ok. The greetings take about a minute. I had no idea what was being said so Lufafa translated. Pastor Ronald started talking to them about LCM and community development. Lufafa talked next with Ronald translating and I was writing things down I would say. Ronald interpreted what I said. I thanked Jesus for allowing me to visit with them and I thanked them for welcoming me. I talked about how Lufafa and I had been friends and how much he cares for the community of Buluuta. I talked about community development and how LCM is committed to long-term partnership with them, using their ideas, dreams, skills, and resources. I asked what do they want to see change in their community? What do they hope for in the future? Many women spoke up and I wrote down everything that was said. After talking, Ronald prayed and we were served lunch; rice, matoke, and goat meat. Honestly, I was nervous about eating but figured if they can eat it, so can I. I wasn’t very hungry because of my period and the bumpy ride. The weather was perfect especially under the trees where there was a constant cool breeze.
The woman sitting were served food by other women from the community. Two women showed up late because they were tending to their garden. Lufafa talked to them and told them what was said. The ladies all started talking about how I was ‘Nangobi.’ I knew this was Rose’s last name. I felt honored and wanted to say thank you in Lusoga. Pastor Ronald decided to add another word to thank you in their language. After repeating what he said, the women started laughing. I was a confused and Rose leaned over to tell me that I said “thank you for stealing” instead of “thank you sincerely.” I laughed and corrected my mispronunciation.
Andrew and Rose took many pictures during our time in Buluuta. We left the group of women and followed an elder to see the animals that Lufafa had bought thanks to donations. I was walking thinking I should have worn pants and tennis shoes. I had no idea what I was walking on but since Lufafa didn’t say anything, I figured all was good. I couldn’t help but think about poison ivy and snakes. The animals looked wonderful and one was pregnant.
Next we met Johnson, Lufafa’s brother. Since I was a visitor, it was custom for me to plant something. I had the privilege to plant two baby orange trees. I put the tree in the hole and covered it. Joseph had traveled to Buluuta alone by city bus the night before to let everyone know we would be coming. There is no cell phone network or electricity in Buluuta. Jospeh was born in Buluuta but left at an early age so he doesn’t remember much and he doesn’t remember his parents. He calls Lufafa father because he has raised him.
I had to use the restroom- a small mudroom with fabric as the door. I had to remove this wooden plank that covered the hole I stood over to use the restroom. I was wondering what animals I might encounter. Then I thought about having to come in here at night with no electricity. I honestly don’t know if I could do it. The sink was very creative. A jerry can had three holes in the top of it so water could pour out by stepping on a stick that was attached to another stick that would tilt the jerry can down. There was also soap sitting next to the jerry can.
Next we went to three homes to meet the locals. The goal was for me to have an idea of what life is like in Buluuta. I met with one lady who remembered Lufafa as a little boy running around. She was welcoming and smiled the whole time. I saw joy in her smile. I could tell she was a lovely woman who had lived a hard life. The next stop was a home with a huge blanket with rice covering it. I was able to chat with another women and hear about life in Buluuta. She greeted me by kneeling, which is culture. If you know me, I definitely found this awkward but I appreciated that I was able to experience and learn the culture. The women had lost her husband recently and said he was buried behind the home. I could see the pain in her eyes. Unfortunately, we were rushed for time, we wanted to head back before dark. I wanted to spend more time with the people at their homes, learning more.
The locals had no vehicles, however there were boda bodas, public buses, and work trucks. The people have no water well and use lake Victoria or the swamp as their water source. During our travel time to Buluuta, I did see water wells that had been installed; however they were far from Buluuta. Closer to Mafubira, I saw a sign that said life water international.
Before we left, we made a 5-minute stop to lake Victoria. It was so beautiful. Within a minute, children surrounded me. One boy tapped me on the arm and ran away. Their clothes either didn’t fit them or were stained with holes. Most had runny noses. Lufafa told me about when he was a child living in Buluuta he remembers how bodies washed up on Lake Victoria from the genocide in Rwanda. People didn’t eat fish and he remembers some of the people being buried.
On the way back to Mafubira, I wanted to cry. I saw the poverty. I saw the struggles. I saw the children. I heard the struggles. I knew what life was like at home in Florida. I thought about how Facebook had connected Lufafa and I. Though I went to Buluuta and visited a few homes, I’m not sure I fully understood the struggles. I wouldn’t really understand the hardship of life in Buluuta until I talked with Rose. Rose told tell me while we washed dished together how Lufafa took her out of Buluuta about the age of 12 because he didn’t want her becoming pregnant or marrying someone. He wanted a better life for her. She told me how they used banana leaves for pads during their menstrual cycle. How they had no lights at night and how scary that was. During the dry season many people would die from hunger. If neighbors saw someone starving, they would take what little food they had to help because they knew what it felt like. I seriously didn’t even know how to respond. I kept quiet and listened to Rose talk about her life in Buluuta.
Rose is a humble, soft-spoken, kind young women. Her faith in Jesus is very apparent. I will hear her singing to Jesus throughout the day while she is tending to different tasks such as cleaning and cooking. She has this joy and light about her. You just feel comfortable around her.
I heard Geoffrey’s testimony before Bible study and we practiced Lusoga together. We covered John 3. “Every time we say we are busy, we are missing heaven,” Pastor Ronald said. “You yourself become an example,” Lufafa said. I couldn’t help but think about life at home. I am always busy. Lufafa’s wisdom inspires me each day. He is a smart, Godly man with faith and a trust in Jesus that is contagious.
Jesus, continue to teach me to put my faith in you. To live each day thankful and willing and able to be your ambassador. If it is Your will, grow LCM to help many more people. Amen.
Friday, August 4
I slept 8 hours and it felt wonderful since I only slept 3 hours last night. We headed out to the market and not far outside the gate; I realized I forgot my ID. Nico could not turn around so he stopped and I ran back to grab my ID. I could only imagine what people thought as a muzungu ran down the street.
We stopped at the market and I bought some gifts for some special people and also bought dada a phone. Her phone stopped working and Lufafa said she couldn’t be with 16 children without a way to contact him. She had a small flip phone. We bought 20 chairs and 4 tables. All the stuff fit in Nico’s mini van with 5 people.
I had to use the restroom at the indoor market where the guard stands with a huge rifle gun. I had to pay 200 shillings to use the restroom. Their restroom was a hole in the ground, no toilet paper and no soap. But there was a door on the stall. I knew my travel role of toilet paper would come in handy! I’m not crazy about the hole in the ground toilets. I just don’t get it. There was a hose… ok it looked like a kitchen sink sprayer that is like a mini hose. I have no idea how one would use that in the bathroom. Then I thought about women that wear the long skirts that drag the ground and I was just confused. I never asked anyone either. Maybe next time this is a question I will explore.
I decided I needed to go to the ATM, and we waited to long to convert dollars to shillings and it took my card. It was a fairly easy process to have my card returned. I also realized many people use paper receipts and cash. No cash registers. I like the simplicity!
After shopping, Lufafa and I sat and talked about project cycle management. I had put together a binder for him that consisted of materials I had gathered during my 2 years at Multnomah University studying global development and justice. We were interrupted and realized there was a 2-year-old patient that needed to be seen. The girl had stuck something up her nose. She had no pants on which I’ve noticed with children at the potty training age and younger.
Lufafa washed up, put on gloves, and grabbed tweezers while Willy and I used our phone lights so he could see. Within 2 seconds the rock was out of the nose.
Lufafa gave me a tour of his room. I tried not to make it obvious that I was using my feet to measure but it was about 13 feet by 13 feet. He had his bed, 3 bunk beds, and a pretty big box that he used to store things in. So picture one building divided into 4 rooms each 13 x 13 feet. One room Lufafa sleeps in, another room is where Rose, Andrew, Joseph, and Barbra sleep. The other room the old clinic and the last room has two small beds where Lufafa treats patients or changes burn bandages.
After the tour I told Rose I needed to burn trash. She called it paraffin and it costs 100 shillings (about 95 cents) for about two tablespoons worth. It was interesting setting my personal trash on fire.
Bible study was over John 4. I learned Geoffrey and dada are related and they had a family member pass away. We had postponed the children’s party so they could attend the funeral.
John 4 was a reminder to go against the status quo. Love everyone even when it’s hard. The Bible study starts at 7pm but usually no one shows up until 745 and we begin at 8 pm and eat snacks (usually goat milk, popcorn, samosas, or bread) together about 9 pm and then we have dinner at 10 or 11 pm.
Jesus, thank you for giving us the example to love people despite what they may have done or said to us. Thank you for loving us when we are difficult, not listening, and not loving others, as we should. Though the popular, religious people of the day wanted to kill you, you laid down Your life so that anyone who believes in You, will become a new creation. A new creation with eternal life. Amen.
Saturday, August 5
Today I felt even more normal and adjusted to the time difference and being far from family. I debated about writing in my journal about how I cried the first few nights. It wasn’t that I minded be alone, it was the fact that I realized how far I was from Kenzie. I had received a text from Kelly, co founder of African Road; the organization I had interned with. I don’t recall what she text but I asked her how she deals with being so far away (she travels twice a year to Africa) and she said that she thinks about how military families must feel and her trips are usually three weeks compared to their 3, 6, 12, or even 18 month deployments. Wow! That really helped my mindset along with praying. I was here for a purpose and all was going to be fine.
I learned how to make a cabbage recipe using the charcoal stove. During the process, I began to understand how so many children are burned which is such a common question people ask and want to understand. As I was mixing the bowl of cabbage on the stove, it kept sliding onto its side. I didn’t have any potholders to pick it up and fix it, however Rose handed me a piece of paper. Yes, a piece of paper! The pan was Hot!! Thankfully there was no liquid in my bowl, but I was given an opportunity to experience first hand how easy it is to be burned while cooking or how easy it is for accidents to happen and for children to be burned. While cooking Rose told me how Lufafa manages and cares for many people. Spending so much time with them, I could see how everyone looks to Lufafa.
We took a trip to the Nile River. The Airtel network was down so we couldn’t reach Nico. We decided on taking another taxi. They tried to fit 6 of us plus the driver in one car. I was up front and when they tried to put a 6 year old on my lap, I had to say, “no, this is not safe.” The driver looked a bit confused as to why it would matter, but Lufafa said no problem and sent Andrew and Joseph on the boda boda. Before the Nile, we drove by the government hospital that Lufafa works at. We didn’t go past the gates to enter the hospital. I was surprised how big the compound was.
The Nile was beautiful. We saw Ghandi’s statue, walked through the market and reptile exhibit, and watched the sunset. We enjoyed silence, taking many pictures, and talking about how Lufafa would come here to study for his nursing degree. There were boat rides available but we all felt comfortable keeping our feet on the ground. You could see the boat drivers fighting the current.
After returning home, Lufafa and I went to the market, which is literally right outside the gates, to buy some items for dinner and the children. I heard Justin Beiber’s new song despercedo playing. Lufafa went to certain people to purchase certain items. He would leave the stuff he bought with the person and would have Andrew or Joseph carry the items or have the items taken by boda boda to the children’s home. We bought rice, water, potatoes, tomatoes, onions, oil, and noodles. I found it interesting how children about 2 or 3 years old would be walking or sitting alone near a busy street at the market. There were a couple lights but for the most part it was dark. I also found the butcher stand interesting. He literally had a piece of cardboard box over his wooden shelf with pieces of meat sitting out. He had a scale that looked like it was from the 1800s. He had a stool behind his counter and would take an ax to cut the meat into the piece the customer wanted. He would wrap it in newspaper and that’s it. So simple.
Lufafa bought maize and put it on a boda boda and had Joseph take it to the children’s home. I could see why Lufafa would benefit from having a vehicle. He could save a lot in taxi fees. Lufafa bought from vendors who he trusted and they trusted him. If he runs out of money, the vendor will give him food on loan until I send more donations and then he will pay the vendor. They know he is helping to care for kids and trust him. How amazing is that?!
After returning home, Rose and I exchanged Bible songs followed by Joseph and I washing the dishes. A guy stopped by with three chickens tied by the legs. They looked half dead. Lufafa bought them for the children’s party and he wanted me to see how buying chickens happens. No going to the store and buying nicely packaged chicken. I guess they had the chickens behind the building tied up all night.
Everyone works so hard each day and I love how he or she all help each other out. They make sure everyone has enough food. By everyone I mean, Rashid, the gurad; Willy, who comes everyday to the clinic to wait for patients. Barbra, Rose, Andrew, Joseph, and Lufafa.
Jesus, Thank you for the beauty of the Nile and the opportunity to see it. Amen.
Sunday, August 6
I was up and ready to go to the market today but Lufafa went to town early to buy the cake. It was a two-layered heart cake. The cake was firmer than what I am used to, but it tasted so much better. I heard the guard, Rashid, had malaria and that Lufafa had treated him already. I gave him my bug spray. Since he is outside all the night, the mosquitoes are pretty bad. Lufafa said he is not a believer but they are investing time with him. He is a hard worker and did lots of yard work to help us prepare for the party. Today was hot but not as hot and humid as Florida.
We went to church, and Geoffrey worked it out so Lufafa could preach while I was visiting. He preached about how to ‘get back to our Father.’ Luke 15 V 11-24. I recorded half of the service and then I went to take pictures of Rose and the children. She is the Sunday school teacher for all the children. After worship, the children carry the benches outside to sit under the tree to study then they play games. I love the church here. The worship, dancing, preaching, and friendly people are amazing. I didn’t take pictures the first Sunday because I wanted to get to know the people first and allow the church to let everyone know I would be taking pictures and videos.
Getting ready for the children’s party was so much fun. I brought a bubble machine; balloons, glow sticks, and Geoffrey brought the music and helped up set up the tables. So many people helped cook.
The children had no idea about the party. Joseph walked them to the clinic and they sat at the tables and chairs we had bought for them. We figured we would use them for the party before paying to have the tables and chairs taken to their home. We started with dancing, and then they wrote their names and recorded some videos. Played with bubbles and glow sticks. We ate and then cut the cake. After the kids were done eating they started taking handfuls of food to the kids on the other side of the fence. The kids went to school and even church with some of the kids on the other side of the fence. Technically the kids were not supposed to be in the compound because it was the school land, however it seemed like half the kids in the village were hanging on the fence. I didn’t think about this before the party, but realized how awkward it was celebrating with the 16 kids while other children watched from the other side of the fence. I understood why Lufafa wanted the fence at that moment. He said many of the children would steal and that they can be aggressive. He had tried to have a party before with all the kids and I guess it was a disaster. I honestly wanted to just let them all come in and have fun, however that was not my call to make. I gave dada her phone and thanked everyone for making the party a success. The kids had school in the morning and it was getting late. I really wished Kenzie could have been here to celebrate with the kids.
Monday, August 7
I woke up at 1230 last night coughing. It smelled like something was burning and it was really close. Come to find out the guard, Rashid, was burning all the plastic bottles from the party. I also learned that Lufafa rented the plates for the party at 200 shillings each. He also hired someone to cut the grass, which they call “slashing.” That was a funny conversation trying to figure out what he meant. I also noticed they say, “You look smart” if they want to say “you look nice” today.
It rained most of today with some lightning and thunder. The weather cooled down as well. After editing some photos, Lufafa and I talked projects and budgets. I was able to really understand what things cost and how much the projects that Lufafa would like to implement to help communities become self-sustainable would cost. It was so wonderful to be face to face with Lufafa hearing his voice and really having a full picture of what he feels God is calling him to do.
We talked about his idea for a demonstration farm. We would buy land near the children’s home and build a school, buy animals and farming supplies. This would enable Lufafa to teach people how to care for animals and garden. He would find volunteers to help teach agriculture and business skills in Mafubira. Lufafa would also sell produce from the garden to help care for the children. Essentially he would have a small store to sell items.
We also talked about having a scholarship fund to send adolescents to college along with a business loan fund of $1,000 to loan $100 to 10 people who propose a business plan. The loan would be interest free. We would also like a fund for supplies to teach VSLA (Village saving and loan association) to people in Buluuta. If you would like more information about this, send me an email at firstname.lastname@example.org.
We discussed raising funds to supply the new clinic with medical furniture and supplies, and to buy a van for the ministry to save on taxi fees.
We also discussed projects in Buluuta. These projects would entail building animal housing and teaching women how to care for the animals. I learned that people in Buluuta would have their cows, goats, and chickens living inside their huts with them, which is bad for their health. The community is in need of clean water and faster access to healthcare. Many women die giving birth or die on their way to a medical facility. The closest clinic is 3 hours away. Lufafa said most times there is no qualified medical personnel, only volunteers. The women would like opportunities to start businesses for capital so they can send their children to school. The community has a hard time keeping a primary school teacher and since they only have a primary school that is another issue. Lufafa is confident that animal housing and teaching the women to care for the animals while having agriculture opportunities, that this would lead to sustainability.
I also went to the market in Mafubira with Rose and Harriet to shop for dinner. I saw how much they buy and wonder how does that feed 10 people, but it does! I was late to the Bible study so they said jokingly as they were still arriving and setting up. We read John 5 and Lufafa said, “we must always be ready for Jesus.” There was debate about if it was a parable or true story and what it meant that Jesus healed the invalid. He went to the pool for 38 years and people never helped him in the pool yet Jesus came and healed him. I really enjoy time learning from everyone at the Bible study. There are usually at least 6 of us that attend.
Rose was not feeling well today so I gave her some Aleve and she said in the village they don’t take medicine during their period because they think it can affect reproductive organs in a bad way.
I saw the ice cream man today. It’s a bike with a megaphone usually playing the titanic theme song. On the back of the bike is a cooler with ice cream.
Jesus, I pray that more and more people attend the Faith Christian Center and they hear you knocking. Amen
Tuesday, August 8
Today Kenya is electing a president and we are praying for peace. Rose gave me a bracelet today with my name on it handmade by James. He also made one for Kenzie. I met James and he showed me how to make the bracelets with plastic and string. I learned he is a guard for another organization nearby. At night he is bored so he makes bracelets and it produces extra income for him as well.
Harriet brought us some jackfruit and I must say it is the best fruit ever. However, when you are done, you are a sticky mess. I also learned that James is Lufafa’s friend from another village. Lufafa worked in James’ village for a year with an Australian NGO. James was an AG guy who helped with nutrition. James ended up losing his job and Lufafa helped him secure the guard job.
Lufafa and I talked about Buluuta today. He remembers a man coming to Buluuta when he was young and telling his mom that he needed a houseboy and would send Lufafa to school. Lufafa was with this man for many years. Though it was hard, he was able to go to school a few days a week. Lufafa was thankful for the opportunity because if he stayed in Buluuta, he probably would not have been able to attend school.
Lufafa was also telling me how bad the children in the children’s home were malnourished and sick, had ringworm, and not in school. He is proud of their progress and said it would not be possible without Jesus and people donating to LCM.
Bible study was over John 6. “Let’s always have faith,” Lufafa said. It was a reminder for me after we were talking about future projects.
Jesus, Thank you for giving Lufafa the courage and strength to trust in You that the children he cares for will be taken care of. Our hope and trust is in You! Amen.
Wednesday, August 9
I woke up early so Rose and I could wash laundry. It took us a couple hours. I didn’t put enough bug spray on and was attacked by a mosquito with 5 huge bites. This was my first encounter and the bites were worse than mosquito bites in Florida.
I picked up my dress Annet made and it’s perfect. I love the fashion and fabric here! Today Lufafa and I focused on making videos. I realized I am not a videographer, but I did have an hour lesson from Tom Baker and did what he suggested I do.
Although I am ready to see my family and have a hot shower, I am going to deeply miss each person. It is weird having people serve me each meal and encourage me not to clean, but I am super thankful for the hospitality and love.
We made one last trip to the children’s home. The kids made thank you cards and we played.
Bible study was John 7, however I was pretty tired and it was hard to concentrate. We all prayed together and it really touched my heart how much they put their trust in Jesus. Everyone stayed for dinner; chicken, rice, beans, and fried Irish potatoes. I picked the d
inner! I was able to watch Harriet cut up the chicken. I don’t know if I could do it. I’d probably just be a vegetarian.
Thursday August 10
We (Rose, Andrew, Joseph, Ronald, Geoffrey, Nico, and Lufafa) left for the airport at 8 am. It only took us 4 hours to reach the airport in Entebbe from Mafubira. We traveled around Kampala to miss the morning traffic. The drive was quiet. I was taking in the sights, sounds, and smells. I saw two guys and three goats on one boda boda. On another boda boda I saw 6 huge barrels tied to it. We stopped to grab bananas and chipati at a local market. During the drive I wrote down some thoughts:
- Lufafa told me how he had 80 chickens and had many eggs to sell and feed the children. Then all the chickens but 10 died. He was unsure why.
- Rose showed me how to lite my African charcoal stove I bought. I really enjoyed my time cooking with the ladies.
- Walking and driving is a bit nerve racking when everyone drives so close to each other.
- The food tastes so much better in Mafubira.
- I couldn’t have made this trip without Jesus. I am thankful for all the support and prayers.
- I hope Lufafa and everyone I met knows how much I love and appreciate each of them.
- I wrote each person I met a thank you letter.
- I learned so much about Mafubira and Buluuta and I’m so thankful for the experience. I know I am forever changed.
- This was not a “mission trip” and I did not take Jesus to them. Jesus is already there. This trip was to meet a dear friend and to learn about the culture in which my friend lives.
- I felt a bit guilty how much it cost me to travel to visit Lufafa. With what I spent I could have done many things, however, Lufafa and I felt God calling us to meet not only to strengthen our partnership in ministry but to show people that Lufafa is not scamming. Which brings me to my next thought-
- Many people are scared that because Lufafa is in Africa he is automatically a scammer. Get to know people! I think people use it as a excuse to not become involved.
- I hope to return next year and hope Lufafa can visit Florida.
We reached the airport and we had an hour before I had to go through security. They all went to watch planes take off and I chatted with a man in one of the gift shops. I realized it was time to go through security. Everyone walked me to the line and there was a dog sniffing everyone’s luggage. We all hugged and shook hands. I didn’t look as they walked away because I was already crying.
The 38-hour trip home was long. I didn’t sleep and from Entebbe to Dubai, I had two young guys sitting next to me drinking 6 beers in one hour and asking for more. I thought it was pretty irresponsible for an airline like Emirates to allow people to pretty much have as many free alcoholic drinks as they want. Because I had said something to the flight attendant, and it was obvious they were tipsy, they cut them off. I was dumbfounded how free alcohol drinks are allowed without anyone knowing how many drinks a person has had while we are locked in a plane 30,000 feet in the air.
Dubai to New York was 14 hours. I watched 5 movies and tried to sleep. The lady next to me was from Uganda and going to study at a university in Missouri.
Jesus, Thank you for a safe and wonderful trip to Uganda. May You use my experience to tell others about Your love, grace, and how You make each of us new creations. Amen.
If you would like to learn more about the work Lufafa is doing, how to support the work, and look at more pictures; visit www.lordscompassionministry.org