Wednesday, March 14, 2012

My dream of Twin girls

{fetching water with Irene and Ishia}

Since I was a little girl I've always dreamed of adopting twin African girls.

I'd pray every night

"Dear God would  you please allow me to adopt twin African girls when I grow up"

Every night I'd pray and pray.

That's my dream.

Very specific.

They have to be African and, of course, girls.

Probably a bit crazy but it's what i've always dreamed of.

I've prayed and prayed and let me tell you every time I see twins I always think of someday when I'm  grown up and have twins.

I even have twin girl names picked out.

When I arrived at Praise's Home immediately two girls came up and grabbed my hands.

They started telling that 

"you're my mzungu"

meaning i'm their white person.

So so cute.

They are about 8 years old and identical twin girls.

When my friend Praise found them living on the streets in a near by city 
she inquired and found out they were orphans.

Two precious little blessings.

Adorable.

Sweet.

Kind and caring little girls.

Living on the streets.


I can't even imagine the life they were forced to live begging for food.

Sleeping on the streets.

All alone except for each other.

Praise has brought them into her home.

They are thriving.

Smiley little girls.

Happy.

They finally belong.


I found myself wishing I was a bit older and capable of adoption.

They are my dream set of twins.

What my heart has always longed for.

Someday I'll be the lucky Mama to twins!

Please meet my dream daughters of my heart.

"Ishia and Irene" 


In need of a forever family.

I'm not sure if they are adoptable yet.

But Lord willing they will be soon!

Friday, March 9, 2012

I'm home

{my baby}

It feels like just yesterday I was packing my suitcase.

Planning for the trip.

Getting excited for it to begin.

But now the trip has come and gone.

It feels like I just blinked and it was over.

How I wish I was still there.

I miss it.

I miss Uganda.

I miss my babies.

I miss the smells.

I miss waking up and knowing I'm in Uganda.

I'm happy to be home.

 But I feel as if I left a big piece of me behind.

I feel like I am having trouble adjusting this time.

Being in My Uganda just feels so right.

I feel as if I left my heart behind.

When  I wake up here at home the first thing I think of is my babies faces. 

They flash through my mind. 

It's hard knowing today I can't wipe away their tears.

Today I can't love on them and give them kisses.

I just have to pray.

Pray and pray that God will bring them families. 

Pray that today a volunteer will be there to wipe away the tears.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Beautiful Hands

In my past trips from Uganda.

I have started to realize how simply beautiful hands can be.

They're Gorgeous. 

They represent Joy when lifted.

They can represent Happiness when thrown in the air.

How beautiful Hands Coming together.

To Worship the King of Kings.

So beautiful that people, can join across continents, countries and cultures to worship.

They come from far parts of Uganda, from Kenya, Congo,Tanzania.

To gather together to Worship. 

To hear God's word.

To Grow. 

To become closer to God. 

That is why we Go. 

That is why we do what we do.


{my photography pastors conference}



Thursday, March 1, 2012

Tororo


{the school we worked at the past few days}

We have just finally arrived in Tororo Uganda.

We are about 6 hours from Kampala the capitol in north eastern Uganda.

It's beautiful here.

Rolling land and mountains.

Rice fields and sugar cane fields.

Little huts that are so beautiful.

Internet has been crazy and impossible to publish a post from my ipod. 

ugh so frusterating but I have been journaling so when I arrive home  I can tell you all the stories of My Uganda.

Tomorrow morning the pastors confrence begins.

1000+ pastors from all over Eastern Africa.

Pastors have come from Congo,Tanzania,Kenya, Sudan.

Please be praying that the pastors will be ministered to.

Pray that God would work in each of these pastors lives.

Pray that they would be touched.

That God would work through my Dad as he speaks.

Pray that hearts would be opened.

Thanks so much for all your prayers it means so much!