<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:35:20.214-08:00</updated><category term='The boy in the striped shirt'/><category term='hurting'/><category term='Joshua'/><category term='Nancy'/><category term='Project Prayer Rag Dolls'/><category term='7th trip to Uganda'/><category term='prayer needed'/><category term='updates'/><category term='pray'/><category term='Martha'/><category term='little things'/><category term='missions trip'/><category term='leaving'/><category term='6th trip to Uganda'/><category term='moving to Uganda'/><category term='captives'/><category term='concert'/><category 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Wednesday'/><category term='Autumn'/><category term='the countdown'/><category term='journey'/><category term='8th trip'/><category term='Juliet'/><category term='parents'/><category term='new design'/><category term='next home'/><category term='Hilda'/><category term='Uganda'/><category term='Raymond'/><category term='Valentines day'/><category term='Ruby'/><category term='Destini'/><category term='dates'/><category term='missing Uganda'/><category term='Jubilee'/><category term='prayers answered'/><category term='Haiti'/><category term='Gideon'/><category term='faces'/><category term='my boyfriend'/><category term='stepchild'/><category term='Ghana'/><title type='text'>Em ON A MISSION</title><subtitle type='html'>The story of a girl who is following God's calling to change the world one life at a time!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-6078989792494280563</id><published>2012-02-16T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T16:44:42.002-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Countdown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the countdown'/><title type='text'>ONE week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nFq6djjIkns/Tz2ivPdX0GI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ZqyXBWuk7QM/s1600/IMG_0793.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nFq6djjIkns/Tz2ivPdX0GI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/ZqyXBWuk7QM/s400/IMG_0793.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is just one week till take off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just eight days till we land in Uganda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so excited to see what God is going to do on this trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I better pull out the old suitcase and load it up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This trip we have a team of eleven people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From all over the country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two people that are joining us from Canada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please be praying as we prepare to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last days before the trip can often be the hardest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've had people brake bones,get in car accidents, and lose love ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just days before they are about to board a plane to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since we are going to serve the orphan we are often under attack.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So please join us and pray for our journey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will keep you all updated:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-6078989792494280563?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/6078989792494280563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-1142572405537312499</id><published>2012-02-14T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T11:01:33.048-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><title type='text'>Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today as I prepare for Uganda in just a week from tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been thinking about how much my family means to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this morning I woke up early to make heart shaped pancakes and bacon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To show them how much I love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since it's valentines day&amp;nbsp;I thought what would be better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;then to&amp;nbsp;write a post,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanking my loved ones for always loving me and being there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dedicated just to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To show them how much I care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Valentines Day I am very thankful for all my loved ones in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have eleven brothers and sister who I love with all my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They always make me laugh and smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My house is never quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RyAgZRwcOfM/TzqiDhMl8YI/AAAAAAAAAjw/2Jzy1LN0F3I/s1600/IMG_0041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RyAgZRwcOfM/TzqiDhMl8YI/AAAAAAAAAjw/2Jzy1LN0F3I/s400/IMG_0041.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{sisters tea party}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lu48sVkJRPU/TzqhtP95pfI/AAAAAAAAAjo/rzplpjDUEsI/s1600/Photo+on+2011-11-10+at+19.27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lu48sVkJRPU/TzqhtP95pfI/AAAAAAAAAjo/rzplpjDUEsI/s400/Photo+on+2011-11-10+at+19.27.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{baby sitting my sibs}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Six brothers and sisters in Uganda that I adore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-meJKcHjmNGM/TzqtINVyf7I/AAAAAAAAAkA/kjRQhwTvR5E/s1600/IMG_8343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-meJKcHjmNGM/TzqtINVyf7I/AAAAAAAAAkA/kjRQhwTvR5E/s400/IMG_8343.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{me,Sandra,Lutaaya,Dad,Moreen,George,Junior}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Liberty my little sister and also my friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W2gj8_2Z9uE/TzqulEiSgFI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Caxvb1Qn7jY/s1600/IMG_0039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W2gj8_2Z9uE/TzqulEiSgFI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Caxvb1Qn7jY/s400/IMG_0039.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{libs and I}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My loving boyfriend who always continues to amaze me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;{we've been dating for 2 1/2 years}&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-41LVlPUKqo0/TzqhbYNti_I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/eLPUIcT3b3Q/s1600/IMG_7851.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-41LVlPUKqo0/TzqhbYNti_I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/eLPUIcT3b3Q/s400/IMG_7851.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{Josh and I in Uganda clearing land with machetes}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Mom she is also my best friend!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KHrqvCQXTvQ/Tzqhge_-KTI/AAAAAAAAAjY/g8oPR0959B8/s1600/DSC03093.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KHrqvCQXTvQ/Tzqhge_-KTI/AAAAAAAAAjY/g8oPR0959B8/s400/DSC03093.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{mom and I in Uganda after a rain storm}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Dad who is always there to encourage me and help me chase my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZEinGsf7hs/TzqiiQATQVI/AAAAAAAAAj4/y8c_DPWMga4/s1600/IMG_9045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZEinGsf7hs/TzqiiQATQVI/AAAAAAAAAj4/y8c_DPWMga4/s640/IMG_9045.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;{Dad and I in Belgium on our layover to Ghana}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Special thanks to my family,my mom, my dad and my boyfriend!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you with all my heart!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Valentines Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-1142572405537312499?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/1142572405537312499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=1142572405537312499' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/1142572405537312499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/1142572405537312499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RyAgZRwcOfM/TzqiDhMl8YI/AAAAAAAAAjw/2Jzy1LN0F3I/s72-c/IMG_0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-776825590235960659</id><published>2012-01-18T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T09:36:05.446-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ssenge Village'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gZi2tivMB0c/TxcB1sHOlgI/AAAAAAAAAjI/R0fkyc-Uaec/s1600/IMG_8315.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gZi2tivMB0c/TxcB1sHOlgI/AAAAAAAAAjI/R0fkyc-Uaec/s640/IMG_8315.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mama at six years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-776825590235960659?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/776825590235960659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=776825590235960659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/776825590235960659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/776825590235960659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2012/01/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday!'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gZi2tivMB0c/TxcB1sHOlgI/AAAAAAAAAjI/R0fkyc-Uaec/s72-c/IMG_8315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-207694167814549112</id><published>2012-01-17T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T10:33:21.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer needed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9th trip to Uganda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><title type='text'>Preparing for the Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PuOQd43Iw3k/TxW-ztNFw9I/AAAAAAAAAig/N5xaCX90LTY/s1600/IMG_0882.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PuOQd43Iw3k/TxW-ztNFw9I/AAAAAAAAAig/N5xaCX90LTY/s320/IMG_0882.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In just a few weeks I will be boarding a plane again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But this time the journey will be a bit different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We,my Dad and I will be leading a team of about 11+ people to Eastern Uganda. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It will be our first team to Eastern Uganda!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On this trip I will also be scouting for moving there in just less then a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whooo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so excited to see where God will lead me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you join me in praying for direction?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That God will direct my steps to where he would have planned for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you all my faithful bloggy friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-207694167814549112?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/207694167814549112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=207694167814549112' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/207694167814549112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/207694167814549112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2012/01/preparing-for-journey.html' title='Preparing for the Journey'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PuOQd43Iw3k/TxW-ztNFw9I/AAAAAAAAAig/N5xaCX90LTY/s72-c/IMG_0882.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-5514126458866017405</id><published>2011-12-23T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T09:35:09.145-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving to Uganda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my boyfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arizona'/><title type='text'>Hit the Ground Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good morning my bloggy friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its been awhile since I've posted&amp;nbsp;and for that I'm truly sorry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These past few weeks and months have been crazy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;{You might want to grab some coffee cause this is one long post}&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom and I and Ruby Grace landed in the states and hit the ground running.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Literally.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have been busy busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As soon as we landed Ruby was rushed to the hospital where she received 3 surgeries in a matter of 3 weeks!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's our little fighter, that girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ruby Grace has to be constantly monitored and near a children's hospital in a matter of minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With that said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we have also been in a transition time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have dropped our nets and moved to beautiful sunny Arizona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_CWsNyzcbJk/TvS45_xTjKI/AAAAAAAAAhw/8sE537_S27k/s1600/IMG_3777.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_CWsNyzcbJk/TvS45_xTjKI/AAAAAAAAAhw/8sE537_S27k/s320/IMG_3777.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{Destini, my best friend, and me saying goodbye}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Dad and I and Graham drove home to Colorado to pack the house and move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We packed the whole house and cleaned most of it in less than 5 days &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and&amp;nbsp;were on our way with the moving trucks!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moving has never been easy and leaving your friends behind and your boyfriend well it's just tough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-glFKSY7pq5M/TvS50hoF2II/AAAAAAAAAiE/pbsSdffa2cM/s1600/IMG_3798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-glFKSY7pq5M/TvS50hoF2II/AAAAAAAAAiE/pbsSdffa2cM/s320/IMG_3798.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{our tree we carved our names in when we were little}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But if God has called my family to move, how can I not go?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its hard and I miss just having my boyfriend of {two and a half years} be able to hang out all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I7g6M6J-l-M/TvS6VskvtBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/HyvFu89KMj8/s1600/IMG959014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I7g6M6J-l-M/TvS6VskvtBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/HyvFu89KMj8/s320/IMG959014.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{Josh my boyfriend was at the airport when we landed from Uganda}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But God's called me to Arizona for a time and for that I'm excited.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has great plans for my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &amp;nbsp;am preparing to move to Africa in just less then a year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never thought that I would move again {until Africa that is}.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my head I pictured just packing my bags and saying goodbye to my loved ones and friends in Colorado.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never thought Arizona was where He'd call me before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But when He did, I knew this was where He wanted me for the time being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Arizona has so many opportunities for me, so many things I can use to prepare myself for Uganda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For that I am &lt;i&gt;beyond&lt;/i&gt; excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uganda in less then year I'll call it home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But for now I'll live each day to its fullest I want to make each day here count.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not just sit around waiting for next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's called me here for the time being and for that I can't wait to see what HE has planned for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-5514126458866017405?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/5514126458866017405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=5514126458866017405' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/5514126458866017405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/5514126458866017405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/12/hit-ground-running.html' title='Hit the Ground Running'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_CWsNyzcbJk/TvS45_xTjKI/AAAAAAAAAhw/8sE537_S27k/s72-c/IMG_3777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-9163557627985035524</id><published>2011-11-03T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T02:23:07.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8th trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ruby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><title type='text'>God's Healing... My sister Ruby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As many of you know I came with my mom to Uganda to bring home my little, little baby sister Ruby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is precious and is beyond words adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I met her way back in June on a missions trip that I was co-leading,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with my Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I instantly fell in love with her. So drawn to the sweet teeny-tiny frail baby girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I asked my bloggy friends to join me in praying and many of you joined in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was so sick and weak that we weren't sure she was going to make it through the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We prayed and as others around the world began to pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God heard our prayers and began healing her. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little by little she is growing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is becoming stronger everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She still has a long road of hospitals, surgeries and medicine in her future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But God has good plans for my sweet little sister Ruby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so in love with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She smiles and cues and it's so adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every time I hold her she reaches her little hand to my hair and rubs it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How God is healing her is amazing to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please continue to pray for her healing as we head towards home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For peace as we fly and that the doctors in the USA would have wisdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For now I will leave you with a picture of my sister Ruby and Me. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ipIWCuaix4M/TrJcbS8_z0I/AAAAAAAAAhk/-LQQK8yIYgA/s1600/DSC03183.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ipIWCuaix4M/TrJcbS8_z0I/AAAAAAAAAhk/-LQQK8yIYgA/s400/DSC03183.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-9163557627985035524?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/9163557627985035524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=9163557627985035524' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/9163557627985035524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/9163557627985035524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/11/gods-healing-my-sister-ruby.html' title='God&apos;s Healing... My sister Ruby'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ipIWCuaix4M/TrJcbS8_z0I/AAAAAAAAAhk/-LQQK8yIYgA/s72-c/DSC03183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-7646543841107441569</id><published>2011-09-29T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T10:12:03.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karamojong people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8th trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><title type='text'>Digging through  trash for dinner.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh how my heart breaks today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had to walk to the lawyers office today in downtown Kampala.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A good fast walk that takes an hour and thirty minutes if walking briskly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Downtown is very crowded and you pass many many people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Downtown is where one million &amp;nbsp;and a half people go a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's where the vendors go to make a living so they can feed there families.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its where the business men go to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's where the boda drivers {motorcycles} &amp;nbsp;and taxis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;constantly are driving passed and stopping and picking up new people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's where the street children bag for food or money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's where the Street boys live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's where the street mama's live with there little babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To some it is home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For others they are nearly in the city trying to survive the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you walk through Kampala, you pass the man who is crippled and been denied by society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Woman who has been rejected because she has AIDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The child who has been abused by his stepmother and so he ran away from home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then as I headed home I saw something that breaks every part of my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There stood two little girls who couldn't be more then 10 and 11 yrs old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I turned I saw.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were digging through the trash for food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were Karamojong children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meaning the reason they have fled to the city is because they are from a tribe that is very war torn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are the tribe I have felt God has called me to work with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I carry food in my purse for times when I see street children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You should have seen there smiles when I handed them some food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel guilty sometimes to think that I have food all the time and there are millions of people who don't get to eat today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever thought of praying for these people?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like the little girls for example.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or maybe God is just waiting for you to ask him what you can do about it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We may not all feel called to work with the Karmojong people, or to work in Africa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But &amp;nbsp;God calls us &lt;b&gt;all &lt;/b&gt;to do something..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe you could sponsor a child?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe you could help by making food bags for the people in Uganda?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or even the homeless in your area?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or simply start by asking God what he'd have you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All &amp;nbsp;I know is I never want to to forget those girls faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Digging through the trash for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to forever remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Dear God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Show me how to help, what to do, where to begin."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It we all did something there would be a lot less going hungry tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My heart continues to break.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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dinner.'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-4753446590020588814</id><published>2011-09-28T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T03:19:45.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8th trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ruby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom and me'/><title type='text'>I'm your favorite Ruby. REALLY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally I know you all must be wondering where I have been!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its been a long but good passed 8 days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has taken me so long to finally be able to type.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom and I left last week in a rush to bring Ruby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;{my sweet baby sister home}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been writing on my ipod while we have been here but the internet has been&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;funky and there fore not able to post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;UGH.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;crazy Internet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so happy to finally be back and still in shock that its my 8th trip to my beloved Uganda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I still can't believe it is my fourth trip this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am simply head over heels with my baby sister.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is precious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so so so in &amp;nbsp;love with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When mom finally lets me hold her I whisper in her ear over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I whisper secrets like&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;I'M YOUR FAVORITE SISTER RUBY"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think by the time we get home she will believe it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PlAiOL23qN8/ToL0KT8pJiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/9Mv1LYux3_8/s1600/DSC02515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PlAiOL23qN8/ToL0KT8pJiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/9Mv1LYux3_8/s320/DSC02515.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If she doesn't believe it at least I tried right? haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-4753446590020588814?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/4753446590020588814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=4753446590020588814' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/4753446590020588814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/4753446590020588814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-your-favorite-ruby-really.html' title='I&apos;m your favorite Ruby. REALLY!'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PlAiOL23qN8/ToL0KT8pJiI/AAAAAAAAAhY/9Mv1LYux3_8/s72-c/DSC02515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-4370016577557412109</id><published>2011-09-16T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T12:44:20.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new design'/><title type='text'>New blog design!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am so excited to introduce you all to my new blog design!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;All complements go to Alexis at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogdesignsbyalexis.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;http://www.blogdesignsbyalexis.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thank you Alexis you did a wonderful job!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-4370016577557412109?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-8532669523231389460</id><published>2011-08-24T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T09:45:17.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ssenge Village'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;...Thirsty &amp;nbsp;for love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/8532669523231389460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/8532669523231389460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/08/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday!'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-unhJH7KEw7U/TlUqQHj4SXI/AAAAAAAAAhM/tSJrLF6a1_8/s72-c/IMG_0773.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-3473657630952843755</id><published>2011-08-23T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T10:15:27.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orphans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>Overwhelmed by pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After coming home this trip I felt overwhelmed by all I saw and felt while I was in Africa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So much pain, so much sorrow, but so much joy that these precious people have!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They live through so much more then we Americans can ever imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you're there you realize all that what we see in pictures is real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's just a picture until you see it, smell it, feel it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can't see the pain in the people's eyes until you're face to face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You see, in America you can walk away from the picture and chose to ignore what you saw in a moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can forget about what you saw in the face of that little orphan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once your there you can never forget each face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't forget those treasures that are waiting for families.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't forget the faces you see in photographs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to remember them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't ever want to become so used to seeing the pictures so used to passing the little orphan begging on the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J1C76r3VJ84/TlPdSnKcjaI/AAAAAAAAAhI/PTPqmgX7gpk/s1600/IMG_9152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J1C76r3VJ84/TlPdSnKcjaI/AAAAAAAAAhI/PTPqmgX7gpk/s640/IMG_9152.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{ My Monica pictured above orphan in Ghana West Africa}&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to always remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to never become so used to seeing it I forget to remember it's &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;REAL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never to forget, never to become so used to the pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Dear God, Keep breaking my heart for what breaks yours! "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-3473657630952843755?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/3473657630952843755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=3473657630952843755' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/3473657630952843755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/3473657630952843755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/08/overwhelmed-by-pictures.html' title='Overwhelmed by pictures'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J1C76r3VJ84/TlPdSnKcjaI/AAAAAAAAAhI/PTPqmgX7gpk/s72-c/IMG_9152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-7269867143318773306</id><published>2011-07-24T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T20:39:27.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer needed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn'/><title type='text'>Pray 4 Karl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0vxkA_KelGU/Tizk4pomqVI/AAAAAAAAAhE/Yqoq2-dV8WA/s1600/IMG_9725.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0vxkA_KelGU/Tizk4pomqVI/AAAAAAAAAhE/Yqoq2-dV8WA/s320/IMG_9725.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{I took this picture of them at the church picnic on July 3rd}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been taking a short brake from blogging with going to and from the hospital to be with my older sister Autumn who is just 3 1/2 years older then me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For any of you who don't know, my sister's boyfriend: Karl was in a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;terrible motorcycle accident last sunday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was on the way to pick up my sister for church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was airlifted to the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hospital is&amp;nbsp;about an hour and a half away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I am not at the hospital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am home playing and watching my sibs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Graham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;{my brother}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and I &amp;nbsp;have been switching back and fourth so we can both be with Autumn!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Karl is in a coma and has suffered a major brain trauma.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{He had brain surgery last week.}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you please join me in praying for Karl's complete healing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That he would wake up voluntarily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For comfort for my sister and his family?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Join me in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;PRAYING 4 KARL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=7269867143318773306' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/7269867143318773306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/7269867143318773306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/07/pray-4-karl.html' title='Pray 4 Karl'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0vxkA_KelGU/Tizk4pomqVI/AAAAAAAAAhE/Yqoq2-dV8WA/s72-c/IMG_9725.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-1024721747408622413</id><published>2011-07-15T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T19:37:42.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>Home and AFRICA STORIES AT LAST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Since being home I have been busy busy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But finally I have time to sit and tell you all the stories from my heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I uploaded to my computer over 2000+ pictures!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let me tell you thats a lot of pictures:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am just itching to write and write.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And share with you all my journal entries.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And the stories from the special kiddo's I met.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2f87AdtdbTI/Thu6MiOqyOI/AAAAAAAAAg8/M_onWW-fEXI/s1600/IMG_7611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2f87AdtdbTI/Thu6MiOqyOI/AAAAAAAAAg8/M_onWW-fEXI/s640/IMG_7611.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can't wait to share with you all the moments and experiences of my 7th trip to Uganda and my Trip to Ghana.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just had to show you all a picture from my trip:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just in case you were wondering the stories are brewing!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-1024721747408622413?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2f87AdtdbTI/Thu6MiOqyOI/AAAAAAAAAg8/M_onWW-fEXI/s72-c/IMG_7611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-4942125022756594735</id><published>2011-06-28T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T08:57:22.110-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watson'/><title type='text'>Little Watson Cries..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_9m3fvc6iCk/Tgn5N8nOlhI/AAAAAAAAAg4/eoKJL9JVKYg/s1600/IMG_8925.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_9m3fvc6iCk/Tgn5N8nOlhI/AAAAAAAAAg4/eoKJL9JVKYg/s400/IMG_8925.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;{Watson,Me,Jerimiah}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the baby home before every trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have to prepare myself for not seeing some of my sweet babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of &lt;i&gt;My babies&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;are either adopted,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reunited or fostered.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some are moved onto orphanages where they will remain until they turn eighteen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of the changes are good but some just hurt on the inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This trip I had to prepare myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for the fact that I won't be seeing my Edith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wouldn't be seeing Francis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wouldn't be seeing Gideon or Gilbert the 4 year old twin boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wouldn't be seeing crazy little man Anthony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wouldn't be seeing shy little Barbara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wouldn't be seeing sweet little Stuart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's hard every trip I have to prepare myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every trip when I say goodbye and hug them one more time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no idea if I will ever see them again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no idea if it will be the last time I hold them in my arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The time I held Edith in my arms and whispered I love you in Luganda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Un kwagala nyo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;she whisperd back to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Un kwagala nyo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was the last time I ever got to tell her I love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The time I put her in bed was the last time I got to tuck her in bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its always a different feeling to know they won't be there screaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"MAMA EMMA"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I walk through the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It hurts and it hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saying goodbye is so painful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This trip I had more goodbyes to say more love to give more hugs to treasure and store in my memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to hug one of my precious little man Watson goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is talk he is leaving soon&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has always been &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;my baby&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I met him when he was in the new babies room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now he is almost three years old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is a special needs little man but it never stops him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is the smartest little guy you'll ever meet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He always has been &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;my baby&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He latched onto me this trip and wouldn't leave my side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyday he would run to me and lift his arms up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is getting to be quite the talker so he'd point and say something like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"down there" as he pointed to the playground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really he's a smart boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Josh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;{my boyfriend}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;fell in love with Watson when he first met him a year ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's always been the baby we look for when we arrive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This time as I hugged him in my arms and told him I love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &amp;nbsp;couldn't stop thinking this is most likely the last time I will get to hold him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last time I will whisper to him that&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Jesus Loves him"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last time I will whisper to him "I love you".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I held him and went to put him down he burst out crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He knew I was leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the tears streamed down my face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I turned back for one last glimpse as he tried to catch me and the mama pulled him back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His cries echoed as I walked away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh Watson I wish I could bring you home with me,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love you little man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will never forget you for you have a place in my heart thats reserved only for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please join me in praying for&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Watson"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for healing for his special needs and a family!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God has big plans for my little Watson!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-4942125022756594735?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/4942125022756594735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=4942125022756594735' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/4942125022756594735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/4942125022756594735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/06/little-watson-cries.html' title='Little Watson Cries..'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_9m3fvc6iCk/Tgn5N8nOlhI/AAAAAAAAAg4/eoKJL9JVKYg/s72-c/IMG_8925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-8176980131241655109</id><published>2011-06-23T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T15:23:43.731-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>Arrived in the USA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have officially arrived in the USA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boy does it feel so so so so so so so so good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have had a 7 hour layover here in Chicago!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been well, really long!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so happy to be able to eat American food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know if it's ever tasted so good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Dad has been sleeping on the airport floor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so I thought I would try to write a quick post to update you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Dad and I are just both ready to be home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We miss the family so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole family and my boyfriend and my friend Savannah are coming to pick us up from the airport in ABQ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait to hug my Mom and brothers and sisters!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have missed them all so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We fly out in the next 3 hours and head to ABQ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We will be staying the night there and then driving home the next morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please continue to pray for our last flight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-8176980131241655109?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/8176980131241655109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=8176980131241655109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/8176980131241655109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/8176980131241655109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/06/arrived-in-usa.html' title='Arrived in the USA'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-8595902212786930027</id><published>2011-06-22T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T08:41:19.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghana'/><title type='text'>Leaving ghana</title><content type='html'>Ghana has been wonderful and I have lots of stories to tell you all!&lt;br /&gt;Dad has been sick,he's really dizzy and has dearea! Please pray for healing as we have a long trip ahead! Please also pray for our flights! Pray for protection and safety! I will try to post later on!! Thank you in advance for all your prayers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-8595902212786930027?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/8595902212786930027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=8595902212786930027' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/8595902212786930027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/8595902212786930027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/06/leaving-ghana.html' title='Leaving ghana'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-646023244250352833</id><published>2011-06-19T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T17:27:37.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orphans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='africa'/><title type='text'>A Letter From Emma Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 10000px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #aaaaaa;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul class="uiList body contentListWidth" style="list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li class="uiListItem  uiListVerticalItemBorder" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: block;"&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="47c785d038ed4415ae34b1ed44178e02" style="line-height: 14px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;(mommy can you post this whole letter on my blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="47c785d038ed4415ae34b1ed44178e02" style="line-height: 14px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;"Yes, Miss Emmy Joy, I'm happy to." &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="47c785d038ed4415ae34b1ed44178e02" style="line-height: 14px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss you all. Only a few more days and I will be home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghana is beautiful and I really love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up to the ocean every morning. At night I fall asleep listening to the waves roll in. It's seriously like amaze's me when I look out the winow and see the ocean is still there.&lt;br /&gt;It's really incredible who would think you can live this close to the ocean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am about to head off to inner Ghana towards Togo for the pastor's confrence starts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to drive and see what it looks like:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we visited two orphanage's and I loved the children.&lt;br /&gt;One of the girls wouldn't let me go she is precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had church on the porch it was so wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;There was about 30+ people mostly children.&lt;br /&gt;One of the little boys fell asleep on the cement floor.&lt;br /&gt;I scooped him up and he snuggled in my arms and he slept and slept! His name was "fletch". he' sooo cute:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I need to go before I lose internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all so much!! And I will try to write later or tomorrow:)&lt;br /&gt;I Miss you,&lt;br /&gt;Emma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-646023244250352833?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/646023244250352833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=646023244250352833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/646023244250352833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/646023244250352833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/06/letter-from-emma-joy.html' title='A Letter From Emma Joy'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-4338989705246793785</id><published>2011-06-17T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T03:10:24.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Ghana!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just wanted to post real quick and to tell you all I have arrived back in Belgium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After looking around Brussels for 7+ hours &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I am now boarding the plane for Ghana!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please be praying for our flights and I will try to post when I get to Ghana!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GHANA HERE I COME! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-4338989705246793785?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/4338989705246793785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=4338989705246793785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/4338989705246793785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/4338989705246793785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/06/off-to-ghana.html' title='Off to Ghana!'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-1578949347450335072</id><published>2011-06-15T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T03:59:24.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The boy in the striped shirt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>The little boy in the striped shirt part three! SAFE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This passed week we went to the slums,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but before we got there Courtney&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{one of the girls on the team}&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was feeling really sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;so as soon as we got to the slums&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we switched van's and I went with her back to the guest house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was really sad as I left because I realized I wasn't going to get to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The Little Boy in the Striped shirt"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wasn't going to get to see his little brother either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so sad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I thought maybe somebody on the team will see him and take some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well then Sunday came around and nobody had mentioned seeing him and his brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But then I looked over as I was coming out of church in Ssenge village&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and there was John {kisam's little brother}&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all dressed up and at church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then I found out that he has joined African Hearts Boy's home in Ssenge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so excited and I couldn't believe it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so Happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of you may know "John" as the little boy who was trampled&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when we were getting ready for the wedding off of my mom's blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I asked about Kisam and found out that his guardian wouldn't release him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so that he could move to the boys home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so heartbroken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The little boy in the striped shirt was alone in the slums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then Friday came around as I walked up to greet the boys and Moreen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I looked over and there was Kisam!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was safe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At last finally he was being cared for and loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so excited to show you the little boys in the slums -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that are now safe at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;African Hearts Boys Home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QV15o1w0wU0/TfiPXxYfNuI/AAAAAAAAAgs/3ZMDizjO-88/s1600/IMG_8051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QV15o1w0wU0/TfiPXxYfNuI/AAAAAAAAAgs/3ZMDizjO-88/s400/IMG_8051.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yippee Jesus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's God for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for all of your prayers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and now you can all see that -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOD ANSWERS PRAYERS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-1578949347450335072?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/1578949347450335072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=1578949347450335072' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/1578949347450335072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/1578949347450335072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/06/little-boy-in-striped-shirt-part-three.html' title='The little boy in the striped shirt part three! SAFE!'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QV15o1w0wU0/TfiPXxYfNuI/AAAAAAAAAgs/3ZMDizjO-88/s72-c/IMG_8051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-6617057893147626414</id><published>2011-06-11T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T23:10:13.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ssenge Village'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><title type='text'>BIG PARTY IN HEAVEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday it rained and rained and rained!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think that I have ever seen so much rain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought that because of the rain the kids would not come for VBS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But Man was I wrong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived to start VBS,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we had about 100 kids waiting anxiously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We started with singing some songs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We sang "This little light of mine"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"father Abraham"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and many many more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As we sang more childran from the village kept arriving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were from all over, some having walked for miles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They came dripping wet in their best clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh how excited their little faces were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shared a story from the Bible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{with the translator's help}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we asked who wanted to ask Jesus into their heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have never seen so many children's hands shoot up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I asked one of the girls on the team&amp;nbsp; to count and she lost count in the 70+ hands raised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These children wanted Jesus so badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their&amp;nbsp; hands went flying up all around the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm pretty sure Heaven is still having a party! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-6617057893147626414?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/6617057893147626414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=6617057893147626414' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/6617057893147626414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/6617057893147626414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/06/big-party-in-heaven.html' title='BIG PARTY IN HEAVEN'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-7794726399797721571</id><published>2011-06-10T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T12:24:59.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VBS begins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today the third annual VBS in Ssenge Village began.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so exciting as we pulled up after lunch&amp;nbsp;to begin the program,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the children were standing outside waiting for us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were singing songs and dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was such a welcoming site.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't help but smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had 250+ children show up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were waiting anxiously and excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We held it at the new African Hearts school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really it was so exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back in July 2008 I would never have dreamed in my wildest dreams that God would use me to lead a VBS program for 250+ children in a little African Village.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It really is such a dream come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The children come from all over the surrounding villages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow we are expecting more children because today many were in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please be praying for the kids to open their hearts to hear the gosple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pray that they would be touched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pray that God would use us and that he would continue to brake the teams hearts for what brakes his.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please also continue to pray for Daniella!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{hopefully tomorrow my pictures will finally work}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo -Emma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-7794726399797721571?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/7794726399797721571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=7794726399797721571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/7794726399797721571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/7794726399797721571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/06/vbs-begins.html' title='VBS begins!'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-2131953169536084664</id><published>2011-06-08T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T11:56:54.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>Baby Daniella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to tell you all a story of one of the babies at the baby home that I met she is the sweetest little treasure and by little I mean LITTLE!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is tiny and beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hadn't noticed her laying in her crib when I arrived until I saw that there was a baby inside the corner crib.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was sleeping and so I just didn't realize she was there until Alei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;{one of the girls on the team}&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pointed her out to me. &amp;nbsp;There she was all skin and bones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is 10 months old.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almost the same age as my nephew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She weights six pounds hardly a thing for being ten months old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has water on the brain due to being starved as a new baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is malnourished. And so skinny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I hold her in my arms I feel like I am holding a stick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her whole body is so small.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is long but there is so many bones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I hold her in my arms I feel that she will brake in pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is so sick and weak her body can not handle the food she spits up and spits up everything and anything she eats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has a huge need but it is not huge to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This precious baby is in need of a stunt to help drain the water &amp;nbsp;that is in her brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her head is enlarged because of the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She needs surgery and she needs it fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you join in praying with me for a miracle for my Baby Daniella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pray for her to be healthy enough to have surgery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pray that she stops throwing up and can keep her food down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you pray that God provides a way for her to have her surgery?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you join me in praying for my baby Daniella?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;{Due to security reasons I can not share a picture of her but trust me she is precious}&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-2131953169536084664?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/2131953169536084664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=2131953169536084664' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/2131953169536084664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/2131953169536084664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/06/baby-daniella.html' title='Baby Daniella'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-1283148550458790396</id><published>2011-06-08T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T06:03:17.397-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer needed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God provides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers answered'/><title type='text'>The Little Boy with the Headache</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the village on Sunday {after service} the team broke up in to groups&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to pray for those who had come forward for prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were over 60 people - men, woman and children, that came forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many, many people had such huge needs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were so many children that came forward wanting - wisdom, school fees, to pass their test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They were such sweet prayers coming from their hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then as the line got smaller there was this little boy maybe 8 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He spoke in Luganda through the interpretor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He said "My head - it is paining me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I begin to pray for healing of his headache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then as I finished I said, "How is your head?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"How does it feel does it feel any better?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He answered, &amp;nbsp;"Yes!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That little boy had come with such a precious request.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It might seem small to some people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But God cares about each prayer you pray.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He cared and heard that little boys request.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He heard him ask for healing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He came to God and God heard his cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is that God for you or what?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe you have something you need to ask God for,&lt;br /&gt;although it may seem small to you - &amp;nbsp;God cares!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-1283148550458790396?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/1283148550458790396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=1283148550458790396' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/1283148550458790396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/1283148550458790396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/06/little-boy-with-headache.html' title='The Little Boy with the Headache'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-5158033903610090377</id><published>2011-06-06T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T11:27:51.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>updates :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We arrived late Saturday night in my sweet Uganda.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was around midnight when we reached the guest house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It feels so good to be back again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some people have told me "It feels like you were here yesterday".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh how good it feels to be told that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I woke up early on Sunday morning not being able to sleep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was just to excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was finally going to be able to hold my babies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can not tell you how amazing it felt to hold them again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of my babies have left. Gone to live with there forever familes or they have been fostered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was good news but also sad to know they are not there when I walk through the gate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to church in the village after voulunteering at the&amp;nbsp; baby home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was such an incredible service!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love having church the African way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We danced and sang and danced some more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really you would love church in Uganda!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After church I came to a conclusion &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The first thing I need to do when I move here is enroll in dance class!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{The internet has been having problems so I have not been able to post. But I will try to upload some pictures tomorrow!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-5158033903610090377?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/5158033903610090377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=5158033903610090377' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/5158033903610090377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/5158033903610090377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/06/updates.html' title='updates :)'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-6262134709859850163</id><published>2011-06-03T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T16:21:49.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='africa'/><title type='text'>Headin' Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is the day I have been waiting for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today we drive to the airport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For some of you who don't know I live in a small town!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We have an airport but its really expensive to fly out from here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we have to drive 4 hours to fly out from New Mexico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since we are flying out so early in the morning we have to drive tonight and spend the night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we fly out tomorrow morning bright and early early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait to begin my 7th journey to Uganda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so excited to see what God has in store for me for this trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Emma's mom, Linny here:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emma asked me to post this...ooops. I forgot. Please forgive.&amp;nbsp; They are now two flights down...and in the midst of the third flight somewhere over the Atlantic.&amp;nbsp; Please join me in continuing to pray for their flights.&amp;nbsp; I pray I can hear from them once they land in Europe.&amp;nbsp; We'll see.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-6262134709859850163?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/6262134709859850163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=6262134709859850163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/6262134709859850163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/6262134709859850163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/06/headin-out.html' title='Headin&apos; Out'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-1453492440166487229</id><published>2011-05-31T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T14:51:54.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>Packing my suitcase</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EATVLUpPx3Y/TeVij0YaiPI/AAAAAAAAAgk/RC8SPzFRDjA/s1600/IMG_0168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EATVLUpPx3Y/TeVij0YaiPI/AAAAAAAAAgk/RC8SPzFRDjA/s320/IMG_0168.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EATVLUpPx3Y/TeVij0YaiPI/AAAAAAAAAgk/RC8SPzFRDjA/s1600/IMG_0168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have always been a late packer a person who puts it off and puts it off.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wait and wait as if waiting will make it go faster!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But today with just 2 days till I leave for Uganda and Ghana and Togo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I opened my bag and started putting clothes and supplies in my suitcase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally its close enough for me to pack my suitcase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can hardly believe its coming so soon!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so excited I jumped up and down up and down as I packed my bag!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its not finished but its a good start:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--O26uos8BoU/TeVi1aUsa6I/AAAAAAAAAgo/mjxGBcZOEBU/s1600/IMG_0158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--O26uos8BoU/TeVi1aUsa6I/AAAAAAAAAgo/mjxGBcZOEBU/s320/IMG_0158.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay well I guess I should get back to packing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday I hold my babies...ahhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay I really am gonna go pack now:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-1453492440166487229?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/1453492440166487229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=1453492440166487229' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/1453492440166487229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/1453492440166487229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/05/packing-my-suitcase.html' title='Packing my suitcase'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EATVLUpPx3Y/TeVij0YaiPI/AAAAAAAAAgk/RC8SPzFRDjA/s72-c/IMG_0168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-4115846903041179188</id><published>2011-05-26T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T12:42:34.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>Soon I Will Get to Hold my Babies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eogPxPUXQng/TdqyftCbZKI/AAAAAAAAAgI/qRLVPHBLmgs/s1600/DSC00176.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eogPxPUXQng/TdqyftCbZKI/AAAAAAAAAgI/qRLVPHBLmgs/s400/DSC00176.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In just 7 days I zip my suit case closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will glance behind me in the mirror one last time and head towards the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will walk down the stairs and hug my brothers and sisters and my Mommy goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will hug my team members and open the door .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will walk to the car and load my bags in the back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will drive and drive four hours and arrive at a hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There I will lay in bed awake and count the hours till I fly away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will wake up excited as ever. Its the day I have been waiting for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will head to the aiport and board countless planes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will smile as I look down from my last plane into the darkness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's there down there &amp;nbsp; - my babies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will land on My Ugandan soil again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will be in Uganda in 9 days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It will be night when I arrive and hug my Ugandan brothers and sister!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will ride home in the Matatoo {Van} and count the hours till I awake bright and early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will arrive at the guest house and hug all my friends that I have missed! They will welcome me home and tell me how "thankful" they are that I am back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will climb the stairs to my favorite room and shut the door.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll go to bed waiting and waiting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In 10 days I will wake up early early!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It will be the day I have been waiting for!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will run and run and rush to get ready and head to the baby home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will run to the gate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sign my name "Emma" in the volunteer book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will run up the walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;searching for their faces!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They will see me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will SMILE and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hug my babies!!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really I can not believe it is coming so soon until I get to hold my babies!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woot Woot God you're so good to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-4115846903041179188?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/4115846903041179188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=4115846903041179188' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/4115846903041179188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/4115846903041179188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/05/soon-i-will-get-to-hold-my-babies.html' title='Soon I Will Get to Hold my Babies!'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eogPxPUXQng/TdqyftCbZKI/AAAAAAAAAgI/qRLVPHBLmgs/s72-c/DSC00176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-1100649520643584467</id><published>2011-05-24T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T08:39:47.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fundraisers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>The Car Wash Fundraiser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Saturday we did a car wash at one of our local gas stations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We prayed together before we started and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;God totally provided!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We washed car after car after car they just kept coming:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so bummed I didn't get any pictures of us washing some cars but we took these of us cleaning up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_CG3XYoSjw/TdvNJJ8u2BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/OCVsF5evdVY/s1600/IMG955619.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_CG3XYoSjw/TdvNJJ8u2BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/OCVsF5evdVY/s400/IMG955619.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Savannah and me:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She is not only my brothers girlfriend&amp;nbsp;but an awesome friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c7UWWIJj5RE/TdvNJbR_a0I/AAAAAAAAAgU/Ni28K_fheww/s1600/IMG957174.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c7UWWIJj5RE/TdvNJbR_a0I/AAAAAAAAAgU/Ni28K_fheww/s320/IMG957174.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Hosing up the dirt! One of the cars we had was so covered it took about &amp;nbsp;a half hour to rinse the car! Not even kidding, the guy had gone back country jeeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b0Z6rWpNM_w/TdvNJiS_fWI/AAAAAAAAAgY/0OH35W8_inQ/s1600/IMG957750.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b0Z6rWpNM_w/TdvNJiS_fWI/AAAAAAAAAgY/0OH35W8_inQ/s320/IMG957750.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Graham and my boyfriend Josh working at cleaning up:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZT9zc_RZgK0/TdvNIR8gNFI/AAAAAAAAAgM/UiYaqG_e0ZE/s1600/IMG954983.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZT9zc_RZgK0/TdvNIR8gNFI/AAAAAAAAAgM/UiYaqG_e0ZE/s320/IMG954983.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; These are my friends Savannah and Taylor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We have so much fun together and I can't wait for us to go to Uganda together:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i46pzNUuVkA/TdvNKOQ1IqI/AAAAAAAAAgg/lo-6Zlepgpg/s1600/IMG959425.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i46pzNUuVkA/TdvNKOQ1IqI/AAAAAAAAAgg/lo-6Zlepgpg/s320/IMG959425.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After the car wash we had to clean up and the dirt was a mound so we had to shovel it away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;here is my brother Graham shoveling the biggest pile of dirt ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FhqvGtcECYY/TdvNJ74wzJI/AAAAAAAAAgc/CqGp_-19hU0/s1600/IMG957800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FhqvGtcECYY/TdvNJ74wzJI/AAAAAAAAAgc/CqGp_-19hU0/s400/IMG957800.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We raised a huge amount and God just kept the cars coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We even just had a people who were getting gas ask us about the trip and then hand us money and they never even got there car washed!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We prayed and he provided,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yep thats my God for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matthew 18:19&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I also tell you this: If two of you agree here on earth concerning anything you ask, my Father in heaven will do it for you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-1100649520643584467?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/1100649520643584467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=1100649520643584467' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/1100649520643584467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/1100649520643584467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/05/car-wash-fundraiser.html' title='The Car Wash Fundraiser'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_CG3XYoSjw/TdvNJJ8u2BI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/OCVsF5evdVY/s72-c/IMG955619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-4311930636421537646</id><published>2011-05-18T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T09:43:53.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>Uganda and GHANA! NO WAY HERE I COME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eBKrgtq31BU/TdP2ogMDcJI/AAAAAAAAAgE/-Aac587SLVo/s1600/Photo+on+2011-05-09+at+11.53.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eBKrgtq31BU/TdP2ogMDcJI/AAAAAAAAAgE/-Aac587SLVo/s320/Photo+on+2011-05-09+at+11.53.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so excited to be able to tell you all that after my trip to Uganda in just 2 1/2 weeks I will be boarding a plane back to Belgium and then I will be on my way to GHANA!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YES.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You heard me right I am also going to Ghana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God is so good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Dad will be leading a pastor's conference in Ghana and after praying about it my little brother&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{who is not so little only 18 months younger then me}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;decided that he thinks I should be the one to go with my Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He said this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"you're the one going to move to Africa in just a year, so I think you should be the one to go to Ghana this way you can see more of Africa"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really I was shocked.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He wanted me to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It turns out that my Dad thinks its a great idea for me to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and my flight has been booked and I am going to Ghana!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could not be more excited I will be spending 3+ weeks in Africa!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not only will I be going to &lt;i&gt;MY UGANDA,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But also to Ghana!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so thrilled I will be visiting West Africa for the first time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God has definitely some secrets up his sleeve!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait to see what he will do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I am in Ghana I will be working in Orphanages!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exactly where my heart is - with the orphans!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who knows maybe God has plans for me not only in Uganda but in:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALL OF AFRICA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-4311930636421537646?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/4311930636421537646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=4311930636421537646' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/4311930636421537646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/4311930636421537646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/05/uganda-and-ghana-no-way-here-i-come.html' title='Uganda and GHANA! NO WAY HERE I COME!'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eBKrgtq31BU/TdP2ogMDcJI/AAAAAAAAAgE/-Aac587SLVo/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-05-09+at+11.53.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-9112131929742024298</id><published>2011-05-16T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T08:13:34.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juliet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>Meet my friend Juliet - longing for a Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2o0nFyw9pJs/Tclo7IjH1OI/AAAAAAAAAf0/W2sT-QCP5xQ/s1600/IMG_5281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2o0nFyw9pJs/Tclo7IjH1OI/AAAAAAAAAf0/W2sT-QCP5xQ/s400/IMG_5281.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Juliet is the sweetest thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I met her back in Summer of 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When I was visiting the orphanage that she is at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She was precious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She hangs around me and never leaves my side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We quickly became the best of friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She's 3 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But she talks so very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She speaks good English and so we got to talking when I was back in April.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had already visited her several times since my first time meeting her so immediately she came over to me with such Joy on her face, seeing that I had come back to see her again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She walks around calling me "Auntie Emma"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Auntie is an endearing term so I felt so privileged that she would call me Auntie along with the other children. They have seen me come back time after time so now I am known as there "Auntie"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No longer am I just a visitor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2o0nFyw9pJs/Tclo7IjH1OI/AAAAAAAAAf0/W2sT-QCP5xQ/s1600/IMG_5281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aJE2-pNqZEw/TclofSdFlaI/AAAAAAAAAfk/p_10XENLzlg/s1600/IMG_5363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aJE2-pNqZEw/TclofSdFlaI/AAAAAAAAAfk/p_10XENLzlg/s320/IMG_5363.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aeJvBrqM5-A/Tcloo7SMQLI/AAAAAAAAAfo/vfPW_FhuJUc/s1600/IMG_5182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aeJvBrqM5-A/Tcloo7SMQLI/AAAAAAAAAfo/vfPW_FhuJUc/s320/IMG_5182.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We played and played when I was there in April.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We played ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We rolled it back and fourth and she kept hiding it in her shirt and she would say in her adorable English Accent "Where'd it go?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then she would tell me "Its gone."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-labhiJky7rc/TclotfImGnI/AAAAAAAAAfs/04p3TpLQsHI/s1600/IMG_5267.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-labhiJky7rc/TclotfImGnI/AAAAAAAAAfs/04p3TpLQsHI/s320/IMG_5267.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{Notice the ball behind her back}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nd4ObIfOnlM/Tclo1J9IQTI/AAAAAAAAAfw/E2w4PulhZZ8/s1600/IMG_5270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nd4ObIfOnlM/Tclo1J9IQTI/AAAAAAAAAfw/E2w4PulhZZ8/s320/IMG_5270.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;{The balls under her shirt now}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9Aoqm1ypk0/TclpEfgBCHI/AAAAAAAAAf8/gwT6M_uBePg/s1600/IMG_5283.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9Aoqm1ypk0/TclpEfgBCHI/AAAAAAAAAf8/gwT6M_uBePg/s320/IMG_5283.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We were talking and playing the whole day and then she said something I will never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She said &amp;nbsp;her friends name then &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"went to America"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She proceeded to tell me name after name of her friends who had left her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They had &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"went to America"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her whole attitude changed &amp;nbsp;as she became sad and she told me all of her friends who had left her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then a mama came up and said "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You want to go to American to Juliet?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She said "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This sweet precious girl has watched all her friends leave her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has watched them leave.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never to return she would think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gone to America.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't imagine such a sweet little girl watching child after child walk out the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's left alone with the other children wondering why she can't go to America.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wondering why she isn't chosen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today pray for my special friend Juliet to get a family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For her to have her wish come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That she could go to America.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That she would have a family that loves her and cherishes her sweet spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With every second of her telling me about her friends I wished I could just grab her and run for the door&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To say "I will take you in my family - you can come to America with me".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I couldn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With everything I wished I could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So when you think of our country please pray for Juliet, just a little girl in Uganda,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;longing for America and longing for a family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-9112131929742024298?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/9112131929742024298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=9112131929742024298' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/9112131929742024298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/9112131929742024298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/05/meet-my-friend-juliet-longing-for.html' title='Meet my friend Juliet - longing for a Family'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We held a bake sale at church to raise money for going to Uganda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had &amp;nbsp;tons and tons of delicious treats all made and waiting to be sold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We sold literally like everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We barely had a thing left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YHK7-0LRCXs/TclkxWH3u0I/AAAAAAAAAfc/z1RXPrloowY/s1600/DSC01387.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YHK7-0LRCXs/TclkxWH3u0I/AAAAAAAAAfc/z1RXPrloowY/s320/DSC01387.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;GOD IS GOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We raised somewhere around $427.00 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was an awesome time and God totally provided!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sqBRwHm0Frk/TclkxnhU0pI/AAAAAAAAAfg/juF3zVdjKrw/s1600/DSC01388.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sqBRwHm0Frk/TclkxnhU0pI/AAAAAAAAAfg/juF3zVdjKrw/s400/DSC01388.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;{Destini,Savannah,Me}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yippee Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We still are trying to raise the money so please keep praying we leave in just 3 weeks!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-3809734782598461629?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/3809734782598461629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=3809734782598461629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-2279857415032467488</id><published>2011-05-04T10:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T10:24:29.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my heart aches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edith'/><title type='text'>My Edith goes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gz2jb9NzUNo/TcGINaiea8I/AAAAAAAAAfM/Q1xQVA3vntU/s1600/IMG_6080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gz2jb9NzUNo/TcGINaiea8I/AAAAAAAAAfM/Q1xQVA3vntU/s400/IMG_6080.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I logged on to Facebook and there in the news feed- I read the news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Edith has gone home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its hard news to take and my heart feels like its breaking,its crumbling in millions of pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know the situation in her family life so I imagine it can't be easy for my sweet girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's so innocent and little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She doesn't have a relationship with the aunt and uncle that have taken her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I imagine my girl must be so scared.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Afraid and unsure of what to make of her new life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will you join me in praying for peace and comfort for my precious Edith?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That God will provide a way for me to find her family and keep up to date with her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;My darling girl, I will pray for you everyday,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;'m going to miss you forever Edith.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will love you always.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't forget me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love Mama Emma&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nXaBMdwkno/TcGIaWcuJMI/AAAAAAAAAfU/2W8LwlOBRIc/s1600/IMG_6082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nXaBMdwkno/TcGIaWcuJMI/AAAAAAAAAfU/2W8LwlOBRIc/s400/IMG_6082.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-2279857415032467488?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/2279857415032467488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=2279857415032467488' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/2279857415032467488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/2279857415032467488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-edith-goes.html' title='My Edith goes.'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gz2jb9NzUNo/TcGINaiea8I/AAAAAAAAAfM/Q1xQVA3vntU/s72-c/IMG_6080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-2092636546077137591</id><published>2011-04-28T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T09:09:26.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing Uganda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><title type='text'>Arriving Home - my heart cries!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_419020900"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_419020901"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MX9d4eoi5mI/TbmQu7-IxbI/AAAAAAAAAfE/A0j8_TEI0XQ/s1600/IMG_5759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MX9d4eoi5mI/TbmQu7-IxbI/AAAAAAAAAfE/A0j8_TEI0XQ/s640/IMG_5759.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived home from Uganda early in the morning about 2:00am just one week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The trip was long as I have come home being sick with strep!&lt;br /&gt;But being sick this way is a good thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though being sick is no fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It means something wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It means that &lt;i&gt;I loved&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It means&lt;i&gt; I loved&lt;/i&gt; and snuggled and kissed and held&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;babies,toddlers,children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who's noses wouldn't stop running,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who were so sick as i cuddled them and whispered to them that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Jesus Loves them".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who were hanging on to life by a thread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It means &lt;i&gt;I loved&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It means that I didn't hold back when snot was running down there clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When there pants were dripping with pee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who were so malnourished that breathing was hard for them to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It means that &lt;i&gt;I loved &lt;/i&gt;the kids who have never felt loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I had the privilege to hold them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being able to love is a wonderful thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What are you going to do with your love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes people wonder do I have enough love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes yes you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now what are you going to do with all that love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come to Uganda with me and I will show you:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-2092636546077137591?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/2092636546077137591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=2092636546077137591' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/2092636546077137591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/2092636546077137591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/04/arriving-home-my-heart-cries.html' title='Arriving Home - my heart cries!'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MX9d4eoi5mI/TbmQu7-IxbI/AAAAAAAAAfE/A0j8_TEI0XQ/s72-c/IMG_5759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-7324061227869903624</id><published>2011-04-27T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T11:19:36.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>A Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y60DNYCVbjc/TbhdAjaZo8I/AAAAAAAAAfA/BChvfS94OdA/s1600/IMG_5250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y60DNYCVbjc/TbhdAjaZo8I/AAAAAAAAAfA/BChvfS94OdA/s400/IMG_5250.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just 6 weeks I get to board a plane again!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart is screaming with excitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get to go back to &lt;i&gt;My Uganda&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;for my 7th trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My 7th time to be able to be where my heart longs to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be where God has called me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boarding a plane every trip gives me an anticipation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its the beginning of another journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A journey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To see what connections God will place in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see how God will use me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's such a feeling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A feeling&amp;nbsp;that makes me squirm in my seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know that feeling of when you have been looking forward to something for so long?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When finally that day comes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thats the kind of feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can't decide what to do next but you have a huge smile on your face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little nervous excitement butterflies in your tummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep thats the kind of feeling I get when I board that plane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been fundraising and seeing God provide major.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With going so often raising the funds sometimes look doubtful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will I be able to make it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will God provide?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yes He does everytime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He surprises me every trip!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By showing me His faithfulness, His love and how He provides every every every time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait to begin the&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Journey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Also my computer has had major problems, so the stories of my most recent trip, will finally start coming. &amp;nbsp;Keep checking my blog for the stories and lots and lots of pictures*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-7324061227869903624?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/7324061227869903624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=7324061227869903624' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/7324061227869903624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/7324061227869903624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/04/journey.html' title='A Journey'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y60DNYCVbjc/TbhdAjaZo8I/AAAAAAAAAfA/BChvfS94OdA/s72-c/IMG_5250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-3407313679324520569</id><published>2011-04-15T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T11:01:21.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardest words to say "Goodbye Edith"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b53Oed2d1Ys/TaiHZu0jzjI/AAAAAAAAAe8/oA6KrFRM3TY/s1600/DSC00984.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b53Oed2d1Ys/TaiHZu0jzjI/AAAAAAAAAe8/oA6KrFRM3TY/s320/DSC00984.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Last night the hardest thing that I have had to do happened,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I had to say "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" to my darling Edith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She told me the day that I arrived in Uganda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"TAR TAR"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She wanted me to take her to the car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I said "No Edith no car"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She said "BODA BODA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meaning that she wanted me to taker her on the motorcycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She wanted me to take her far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Edith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I had to tell her "No Edith No boda boda."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;With all of my heart I wanted to jump in the car and take her far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wanted to jump on the Boda, and take her with me far away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Edith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She stayed with me all week. Never leaving my side -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everyday and afternoon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That I came to volunteer at the baby home she would run with a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;BIG smile on her face and throw her arms around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We are buddies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Edith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She would hold my hand and talk and talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She told me "I love you Emma"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;for the very first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The first time she has ever said I love you to anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All of her life she has never felt loved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I feel so privileged that she would chose to LOVE me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That she would feel loved enough from me,to want to love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;At night she would cry and cry when I left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not understanding why I wouldn't take her with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not understanding that I love her so so very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not understanding that there is nothing in the World that&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want more then for her to come home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She sits in her bed at night crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;…Wondering…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why I won't take her home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why she isn't good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My heart is breaking in millions of little pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All day yesterday I told her I was leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Going to America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;On an Airplane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But that I was coming back in 7 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Her face got all sad and depressed and she said "NOOOO".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As night time approached I could see the difference in her&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;attitude all withdrawn and quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As dinner came and went, it&amp;nbsp; was potty time and then bath time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I waited&amp;nbsp; to dress her and pulled out some pJ's&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;{that I brought from the states for her.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;They fit her perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She looked so snuggly and beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I dressed her and then we went and sat on the bench and rocked and talked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She shut down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I believe she understood that I was leaving her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;that she couldn't come home with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That to protect herself she had to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Shut down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;she snuggled in my arms as I whispered in her ear &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;that i love her so much and prayed for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She fell asleep in my arms.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As tears rolled down my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I believe she shut herself down because she wanted to remember that moment of feeling loved and safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But if only I had my choice I'd take her home right then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I rocked her and rocked her praying she wouldn't wake till morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I tucked her in to bed and kissed her check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My sweet Edith I will miss you everyday and be praying for you my sweet girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love you Edith,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Don't forget me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love Mama Emma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-3407313679324520569?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/3407313679324520569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=3407313679324520569' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-4574469770917124958</id><published>2011-04-11T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T12:29:20.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving to Uganda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>REALLY I WOULD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;c&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FZMh7pSw0Ew/TaNVFGiVXdI/AAAAAAAAAe0/o_M1ukpgY7o/s1600/DSC00176.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FZMh7pSw0Ew/TaNVFGiVXdI/AAAAAAAAAe0/o_M1ukpgY7o/s320/DSC00176.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I figured you were all waiting for an update on how my 6th trip to Uganda is?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So praise the Lord for free wifi that we have been blessed with tonight at a friend's for dinner:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The guest house internet has not been working it has been in and out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you haven't thanked the Lord for your Internet today, really now would be a good time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So really internet is such a blessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm so excited to finally be able to write!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The team is doing amazing:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have so much fun together and really they are being so touched and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;they are thinking about when they can come back again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am loving being back again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like I'm at home here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait for the day that I stand in the citizen line as I enter My Uganda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The time is going fast and it feels like I just got here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not ready to realize this is my last week here until June.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really wish I could just have my stuff sent here and stay forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rvx6vfNkEYE/TaNVrHAI1kI/AAAAAAAAAe4/gB5dEoqhzLU/s1600/DSC00175.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rvx6vfNkEYE/TaNVrHAI1kI/AAAAAAAAAe4/gB5dEoqhzLU/s320/DSC00175.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I &amp;nbsp;am called to Uganda and I can't imagine the day this week&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that&amp;nbsp;I have to hug my babies and tell them goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I really would&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; if I could move to My Uganda today:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So is anyone willing to go to Colorado and pack my stuff?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll pay shipping:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-4574469770917124958?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/4574469770917124958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=4574469770917124958' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/4574469770917124958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/4574469770917124958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/04/really-i-would.html' title='REALLY I WOULD!'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FZMh7pSw0Ew/TaNVFGiVXdI/AAAAAAAAAe0/o_M1ukpgY7o/s72-c/DSC00176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-5418578585310308458</id><published>2011-04-09T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T02:54:04.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh</title><content type='html'>This is Linny. &amp;nbsp;I am so sorry to say that the live stream video did not work out. &amp;nbsp;We were so excited as we anticipated it, but unfortunately there are some things that don't turn out as planned. &amp;nbsp;Thank you for waiting up to all who did and thank you for being understanding. &amp;nbsp;It has been a morning mixed with many emotions. &amp;nbsp;I will write more soon. &amp;nbsp;We are going to the reception now. &amp;nbsp;We did take quite a few pictures, so you will see those when we are able. &amp;nbsp;~Linny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-5418578585310308458?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/5418578585310308458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=5418578585310308458' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/5418578585310308458'/><link 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Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>SURPRISE!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAVE WE GOT A SURPRISE FOR YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;watch this video, if connection doesn't work read below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" height="296" id="utv851793" name="utv_n_107402" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="loc=%2F&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;vid=13860020&amp;amp;locale=en_US&amp;amp;hasticket=false&amp;amp;id=13860020&amp;amp;v3=1" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://www.ustream.tv/flash/viewer.swf" /&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="loc=%2F&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;vid=13860020&amp;amp;locale=en_US&amp;amp;hasticket=false&amp;amp;id=13860020&amp;amp;v3=1" width="480" height="296" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" id="utv851793" name="utv_n_107402" src="http://www.ustream.tv/flash/viewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should the video not work {because of the slow connection in Uganda}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are happy to announce that we are going to mainstream Abby and David's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The connection is listed under:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ustream.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the channel is &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;EmONAMISSION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show name is &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;David and Abby's wedding&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join us at 10am Uganda time&lt;br /&gt;1am Mountain Standard time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the wedding of the century and the boys you all shopped for&lt;br /&gt;at there very first wedding to ever attend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-7137317402054192622?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/7137317402054192622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=7137317402054192622' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/7137317402054192622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/7137317402054192622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/04/surprise.html' title='SURPRISE!!!!!!'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-6621157544091253288</id><published>2011-04-06T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T13:18:06.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>Answered prayer - my baby girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today a miracle took place,and I mean a miracle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously bloggy friends God&amp;nbsp;is so good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just Thursday 3 days before I left for Uganda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I received an email from a friend who volunteers at the baby home once a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the letter it told me how my sweet baby girl that I love was leaving the baby home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It said that they thought she would be gone by the time I arrived in Uganda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;{She was so sweet to email me and share the sad news}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My heart was shattered.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everything inside me felt broken.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I would never have the chance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to tell my darling girl &amp;nbsp;Edith I love her one more time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To hug her sweet little body against mine and snuggle her &amp;nbsp;one more time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I would never be able to tell her Goodbye.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I prepared myself for not seeing her sweet face greet me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt sad and hopeless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I prayed and prayed:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"God please let me see her one more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Find a way please"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this afternoon I went to the baby home with the team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gideon who calls me "Mama &amp;nbsp;Emma" came running and through his arms around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I looked around NO Edith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I turned somemore NO Edith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I walked up the side walk &amp;nbsp;and up some stairs to the gazebo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still NO Edith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I met the Lady&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who was going to give the tour with for the team to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the whole baby home and hear the history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I asked her "Is Edith here?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She said: "yes"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;{SHOCKED}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"She is? Where is she?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I turned around behind me she pointed to a baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I said: "Edith"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She spun around and smiled and ran and ran with her arms open out she grabbed me in a hug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She didn't let me go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She hugged me tight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As my eyes welled up with tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yes God has answered my prayer my baby was here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She held onto me the rest of the day never letting me go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is living proof that&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God does do miracles today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-6621157544091253288?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/6621157544091253288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=6621157544091253288' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/6621157544091253288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/6621157544091253288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/04/answered-prayer-my-baby-girl.html' title='Answered prayer - my baby girl'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-582559134800838808</id><published>2011-04-05T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T11:35:21.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>Are we there yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We left Sunday afternoon to begin out journey to Uganda!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday we flew out and met the team in Texas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday we arrived in Europe and walked around the city&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's Tuesday night and we are exhausted.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Falling asleep standing,falling asleep praying,falling asleep all over but trying to stay awake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our bodies our so sleepy and tired.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You could say the time change is hitting us hard!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But we are anticipating, arriving in my sweet Uganda tomorrow morning early&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The last flight was really bumpy and it didn't sit well with everyone,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;so please be praying for a smooth flight!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can't wait to be there holding my sweet babies and seeing my Ugandan brothers and sisters!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Its so close I am finally almost back to my Uganda!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wzZZA4ZIzUs/TVAt-b-NMdI/AAAAAAAAAc0/USOP3eZiIR4/s1600/Uganda+Summer+2010+823.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wzZZA4ZIzUs/TVAt-b-NMdI/AAAAAAAAAc0/USOP3eZiIR4/s320/Uganda+Summer+2010+823.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-582559134800838808?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/582559134800838808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=582559134800838808' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/582559134800838808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/582559134800838808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/04/are-we-there-yet.html' title='Are we there yet?'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wzZZA4ZIzUs/TVAt-b-NMdI/AAAAAAAAAc0/USOP3eZiIR4/s72-c/Uganda+Summer+2010+823.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-5080787336769383755</id><published>2011-04-04T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T07:28:07.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Countdown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>Off I go:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The countdown has come to end.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My alarm on my calendar in my phone has rung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The bags are packed and loaded.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The team is boarding their flights around the country to meet for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I find myself saying im going I'm going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's today it's today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to uganda today!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still can't believe its finally today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God your so good!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so excited and still in shock that it is finally today!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sitting in the airport about to board my first of many flights!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please be praying for mom and I and the team.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pray for safety and smooth flights.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pray for peace and god to use us!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4gxItbBTLlI/TZnVWpbnhiI/AAAAAAAAAew/6nUkoM0pKRc/s1600/Photo+on+2011-04-02+at+16.42.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4gxItbBTLlI/TZnVWpbnhiI/AAAAAAAAAew/6nUkoM0pKRc/s320/Photo+on+2011-04-02+at+16.42.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watch out Uganda here we come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-5080787336769383755?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/5080787336769383755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=5080787336769383755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/5080787336769383755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/5080787336769383755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/04/off-i-go.html' title='Off I go:)'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4gxItbBTLlI/TZnVWpbnhiI/AAAAAAAAAew/6nUkoM0pKRc/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-04-02+at+16.42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-7657663146977871673</id><published>2011-03-30T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T08:48:11.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Countdown'/><title type='text'>Bound:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monday was the beginning of only one week till departure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One week till we board the plane bound for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My&amp;nbsp;Uganda&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bound for new beginnings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bound for God moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so excited to see what God has for me on this trip.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really feel that it is for a significant reason,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For a reason beyond my wildest imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My prayer is that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"God will open my eyes to the things unseen, that my heart will be broken for them again. That he will use me and teach me. I want to be completely yours oh God."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MWqTwflNOUY/TZE-Ab7tAiI/AAAAAAAAAes/gUqlkcPfoMo/s1600/IMG_1950.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MWqTwflNOUY/TZE-Ab7tAiI/AAAAAAAAAes/gUqlkcPfoMo/s400/IMG_1950.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-7657663146977871673?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/7657663146977871673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=7657663146977871673' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/7657663146977871673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/7657663146977871673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/03/bound.html' title='Bound:)'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MWqTwflNOUY/TZE-Ab7tAiI/AAAAAAAAAes/gUqlkcPfoMo/s72-c/IMG_1950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-6881358231621246164</id><published>2011-03-25T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:46:30.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yippee jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers answered'/><title type='text'>A prayer answered- Yippee Jesus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ncrwEuetFl4/TY0L5AdQNjI/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdVuHX0vaO8/s1600/166797_1770657356411_1538555867_31791563_2626565_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ncrwEuetFl4/TY0L5AdQNjI/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdVuHX0vaO8/s320/166797_1770657356411_1538555867_31791563_2626565_n.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{Edith and me}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recently I was flipping through some emails and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I came upon a letter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but not just any letter a very special letter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I began to pray recently that God would let me hear or see pictures of my Little Miss Edith.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart has been broken for this sweet little bundle&amp;nbsp;since&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I fell in love with her on my last trip to Uganda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was so so precious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I loaded my emails I found a newsletter from the orphanage that she is at.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a rare rare thing as they don't send out newsletters very often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like basically twice a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loaded the newsletter and began to pray that God would have some pictures of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now take a step back for a moment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they never use new photos they have always been about 2 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I prayed "God please let there be news about my Edith"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I clicked on the email.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and waited and waited and waited&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes the internet is way slower then it should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I prayed and waited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the letter appeared I began to read and to my surprise there were 3 pictures of my sweet little Edith!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you believe that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God is so good - He cares about the simple tiniest things- the little desires of your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes that's my God for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yippee Jesus!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-6881358231621246164?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ncrwEuetFl4/TY0L5AdQNjI/AAAAAAAAAeo/cdVuHX0vaO8/s72-c/166797_1770657356411_1538555867_31791563_2626565_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-692859798899254611</id><published>2011-03-15T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T10:30:51.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ssenge Village'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stepchild'/><title type='text'>The Boy who laughed Part Two :The burns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1A4MvBS1904/TX-hCVi0HuI/AAAAAAAAAek/_4FLTjrF6sU/s1600/walter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1A4MvBS1904/TX-hCVi0HuI/AAAAAAAAAek/_4FLTjrF6sU/s400/walter.jpg" width="383" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(porridge burns above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days back I did a post&amp;nbsp;about the boy who laughed at me that day in the village of Ssenge the first time I met him {2008}.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fast forward to January 2011 when I was in Uganda,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was able to talk with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He speaks little english still so I had a friend of his translate for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was asking him some questions and we were just talking and talking:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;catching up after not seeing him for several months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's when I noticed something about him I had never noticed before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He reached out for something and his long sleeve shirt came up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I looked down and there I saw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The burns on his arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His arm looked raw and hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I reached out and held his arm,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he pulled away from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I asked what had happened to my sweet boys arms?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He told me this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My stepmother. She didn't like me so she spilled porridge on my arm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hurt my sweet boy because he wasn't her child.&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches for him.&lt;br /&gt;He then went on to tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"she no buys me clothes or shoes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been moved to live with his grandmother. &amp;nbsp;He no longer lives with his step-mother and father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine being rejected because you were not her child?&lt;br /&gt;Just a step child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah my heart aches and aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jesus please be with my sweet boy and heal his hurt and pain. &amp;nbsp;Heal his burns and scars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;He heals the brokenhearted and bandages their wounds.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Psalm 147:3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-692859798899254611?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/692859798899254611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=692859798899254611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/692859798899254611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/692859798899254611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/03/boy-who-laughed-part-two-burns.html' title='The Boy who laughed Part Two :The burns'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1A4MvBS1904/TX-hCVi0HuI/AAAAAAAAAek/_4FLTjrF6sU/s72-c/walter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-4308934158240105692</id><published>2011-03-09T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T10:45:21.612-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my heart aches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fasting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Destini'/><title type='text'>Heart ache and healing for Destini</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wuFIGCfC2UY/TXfG_hbyshI/AAAAAAAAAdk/XJ8G1zgna9U/s400/20869_1331873060147_1330624758_30806112_6592323_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582149057758016018" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Me and Destini summer camp 2010)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This past week I was driving home in the car with my Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; when I heard &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;NEWS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; that made my heart want to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found out my best friend Destini is sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now let's take a step back for a moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Destini and I met when she first moved here 5+ years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We instantly became best friends, we went and did everything together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We dressed alike and matched in everything we did, we also styled our hair the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were the same height so it worked perfectly everywhere we went they asked questions about how we were twins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We laughed together and cried together and grew up into young ladies together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have always been opposites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I am the singer and Africa lover, I'm not really good at sports but I love to dance and I love Drama {as in acting}.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;She is the sporty type playing every sport imaginable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; and she has always been so healthy and she loves to exercise, joy just flows out of her she is nice and sweet and everybody's friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Destini and I have many memories together we used to make videos of us eating horrible food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;We love to watch scary movies together and scream and scream!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;One year when we went to camp we decided to have a screaming contest on who could scream louder our contest lasted for over an hour!! Ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;ha our poor driver!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SJl90y9Y5j8/TXfIuSWnFOI/AAAAAAAAAd0/BTIUy_JcLDg/s400/20869_1331854299678_1330624758_30806044_6828010_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582150960675230946" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;(camp 2010 showing off our muscles) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Now back to the present:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I learned Destini my best girl-friend in the world was sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Not just a cold or a flu but really really sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;She was having horrible head aches &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;so her Mom ended up taking her to the doctor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;they did X-rays and found out she has:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Histiocytosis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(20, 55, 108); line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is really serious.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is sometimes treated like cancer with chemo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;There is no cure for it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;My heart is aching as is her family and her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would you join me in praying for Destini's healing?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;For comfort and directions in where they should go {as in what specialist}?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Bible says :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;  font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Isaiah 58:8-9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" face="'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style=" display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;p style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Then your light shall break forth like the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" face="'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style=" display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;p style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" face="'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style=" display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;p style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Your healing shall spring forth speedily,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" face="'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style=" display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;p style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" face="'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style=" display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;p style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And your righteousness shall go before you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" face="'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style=" display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;p style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading" style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" face="'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style=" display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;p style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The glory of the LORD shall be your rear guard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" face="'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style=" display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;p style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" face="'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style=" display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;p style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Then you shall call, and the LORD will answer;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" face="'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style=" display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;p style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" face="'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style=" display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;p style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You shall cry, and He will say, ‘Here I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 27px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" face="'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style=" display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;p style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm crying out to you God  please heal Destini bring her comfort, please touch her body.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-4308934158240105692?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/4308934158240105692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=4308934158240105692' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/4308934158240105692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/4308934158240105692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/03/heart-ache-and-healing-for-destini.html' title='Heart ache and healing for Destini'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wuFIGCfC2UY/TXfG_hbyshI/AAAAAAAAAdk/XJ8G1zgna9U/s72-c/20869_1331873060147_1330624758_30806112_6592323_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-1837527069546977193</id><published>2011-03-07T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T09:25:12.305-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the countdown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>The Clock Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iGMnJCW7Ec/Scr7L2g8UQI/AAAAAAAAc7w/XmFEKh2HjKU/s320/Old%2BClocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iGMnJCW7Ec/Scr7L2g8UQI/AAAAAAAAc7w/XmFEKh2HjKU/s320/Old%2BClocks.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is the start of spring break ,but not for me:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have something more exciting coming up!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have four sweet tiny sorta-long weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Four Weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OR one month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OR 672 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;40,320 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you tell I am just a litte bit excited?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seemed to finally be getting warm here in freezing Colorado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but today when I woke up it was snowing and snowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seems Spring is still around the corner and so is Uganda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm afraid waiting for something always seems to take forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am patient but not very when it seems to be waiting for something you can't wait for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For now I will just have to keep checking the clock and realize it's closer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I only have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;40,319 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I find myself staring at the clock and counting down the minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;40,318 minutes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;40,317 minutes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh Golly miss molly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-1837527069546977193?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/1837527069546977193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=1837527069546977193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/1837527069546977193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/1837527069546977193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/03/clock-countdown.html' title='The Clock Countdown'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1iGMnJCW7Ec/Scr7L2g8UQI/AAAAAAAAc7w/XmFEKh2HjKU/s72-c/Old%2BClocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-3191829602234497445</id><published>2011-02-24T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T09:40:32.982-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ssenge Village'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing Uganda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my heart aches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><title type='text'>The Boy who laughed Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pukr7u83yZI/TWaWa8ERSeI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Ho-VNUnpScQ/s1600/ssenge"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577310578089740770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pukr7u83yZI/TWaWa8ERSeI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Ho-VNUnpScQ/s400/ssenge" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(sitting under the banana tree that day in 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Recently when I was in Uganda just a little over a month ago,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was able to see a boy I have fallen completely in love with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when I met him in July 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the pastors conference and my first trip to my beloved Uganda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was one of the first American girls to visit this tiny village of Ssenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is about an hour and a half outside of Kampala the capital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people live in this village. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda bored of sitting in the church and decided to take a stroll outside and walk around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the little part near the church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met several kids and none of them spoke English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile of meeting and playing with the kids outside it was so Hot and Humid and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577310573542584418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ghREldqraBw/TWaWarIJMGI/AAAAAAAAAdU/19i2A7yXL_Q/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{Ruel,Joshua,Sanyu and me inside the church}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so we all decided to sit on the ground under a banana tree.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The mamma's noticed me sitting with them in the dirt &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so they brought out a mat for us all to sit on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt so honored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We quickly started doing signs to communicate to each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pulled out some paper from my purse and some pens and the kids set to work writting on the papers, I thought for sure they would color and draw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I looked down at one of the kids papers and saw that it was scribbled with numbers all over it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's when I realized none of these kids ever had the chance to be that -&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;just kids&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These kid's always worked and worked to help there families.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There arms held muscle bigger then some teenage guys I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because constantly they "fetch water" for their families.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since in their village they have to hike down an incline to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pump water from the village well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's when I spotted him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was not far from where I was sitting surrounded by kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surely he must of thought that I would not notice him standing but a few feet away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was talking with a girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were laughing and then I caught his eye as he was pointing at me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then burst out laughing with the girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were talking in Luganda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clearly as I watched him I realized they were making fun of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pointing and laughing and laughing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I motioned to them and they would just laugh and laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew surely they really didn't like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all I was just visiting the village never to return right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They thought I would just visit take some pictures and then they would never see me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I would return to America and forget about the Ssenge people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But that is not what God had planned for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He had called me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Called me t0 work in Uganda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To work in Ssenge village.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since meeting this sweet precious boy who strongly disliked me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have become friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He has learned to love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He now calls me Sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I call him my Brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that girl he was laughing with that hot day in July now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;considers me one of her best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The two who would point me out and laugh and talk about me in Luganda,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now have learned I love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I care and won't forget them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I can call them by name and they call me by mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-3191829602234497445?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/3191829602234497445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=3191829602234497445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/3191829602234497445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/3191829602234497445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/02/boy-who-laughed-part-one.html' title='The Boy who laughed Part One'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pukr7u83yZI/TWaWa8ERSeI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Ho-VNUnpScQ/s72-c/ssenge' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-8055415200362478505</id><published>2011-02-21T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T09:51:38.729-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Countdown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>AH HA! 6 WEEKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9y68ucBpPU/TWKmGT_tlxI/AAAAAAAAAdM/zpv8APi0UfQ/s1600/slide5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9y68ucBpPU/TWKmGT_tlxI/AAAAAAAAAdM/zpv8APi0UfQ/s400/slide5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576201916015023890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;AH HA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I am so over flowing with Joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can not believe that another week has passed! God has been so good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The time is coming fast and I am thrilled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The team is assembled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The flights are booked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The guest house reservations have been made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The schedule is being planned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The itinerary is being worked on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its close - its close!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God has totally been providing for me over and over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lady wrote me a check yesterday  at church and handed it to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought surely it was for the bake-sale we were doing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I started to fold it and put it in the jar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then she quickly said "that's just for you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank You Jesus for providing for me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You see my need and continue to show up and amaze me over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; You always provide for  me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yippee Jesus!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just 6 weeks away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I will be on my way back to my sweet Uganda!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-8055415200362478505?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/8055415200362478505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=8055415200362478505' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/8055415200362478505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/8055415200362478505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/02/ah-ha-6-weeks.html' title='AH HA! 6 WEEKS!'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9y68ucBpPU/TWKmGT_tlxI/AAAAAAAAAdM/zpv8APi0UfQ/s72-c/slide5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-8228855827708993583</id><published>2011-02-11T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T10:58:35.220-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing Uganda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my heart aches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edith'/><title type='text'>Deja Vu?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572508140291559506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TVWGoRINEFI/AAAAAAAAAdE/xWpwdU_lkDk/s400/Uganda%2BMay%2B2010%2B411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytime I see your picture I try to remember just how long ago I was there holding you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's weird thinking that just a few weeks ago I was there with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was I really - my heart and mind ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your face is different in my memory as your face fades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you my sweet girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was I really there?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did I really hold you?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did you really love me back?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sweet girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pray for you everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't stop thinking about that short little girl, who is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tiny tiny, her little puddgy hands reaching for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her sweet little voice saying my name "Emma" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Mama Emma"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My darling girl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In just 7 short weeks I will walk back down that dirt path on the edge of one of the most dangerous roads, I will walk and stumble as my excitment can't be contained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will smooth my hair and my skirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And quickly scribble my name in the volunteer book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I will rush up those outside stairs and franticly turn the handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will run through the doors past all the babies laying in there cribs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will run through the eating room searching for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scanning the room for your sweet face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our eyes will meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My darling girl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please see my picture and remember me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please darling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-8228855827708993583?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/8228855827708993583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=8228855827708993583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/8228855827708993583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/8228855827708993583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/02/deja-vu.html' title='Deja Vu?!'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TVWGoRINEFI/AAAAAAAAAdE/xWpwdU_lkDk/s72-c/Uganda%2BMay%2B2010%2B411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-5055885281430813115</id><published>2011-02-07T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T10:52:08.956-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Countdown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>7 Weeks and Counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TVAvzis4mEI/AAAAAAAAAc8/BF3etpXEvN0/s1600/Uganda%2BSummer%2B2010%2B1088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571005301592201282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TVAvzis4mEI/AAAAAAAAAc8/BF3etpXEvN0/s400/Uganda%2BSummer%2B2010%2B1088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today marks one more week gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One more week closer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Closer to leaving for my Uganda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The anticipation is building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Lists are being made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday Abby Tracy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(director and founder of A Perfect Injustice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the dreamer and amazing young lady who first helped me make connections in Uganda....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my friend who is giving her life away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{and I want to be just like her}.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She just inspires me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abby and her Ugandan fiance were at the River Church &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday speaking about their ministry in Uganda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We brainstormed together and later this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;afternoon my Momma &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will tell you all about an exciting opportunity for each &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of you to collect for an Orphan Project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571003281108123410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TVAt97z8PxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/6rwoYBDnhLk/s400/Uganda%2BSummer%2B2010%2B137.JPG" /&gt;I am so excited for this upcoming trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know God must have something big in store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will be working alongside with A Perfect Injustice at several of their ministries,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will also be working in Ssenge Village at African Hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And in the Slums with the street kids and at the feeding program.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course we will also be loving on the babies at the baby home and at several orphanages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only 7 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 weeks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uganada - here I come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-5055885281430813115?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/5055885281430813115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=5055885281430813115' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/5055885281430813115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/5055885281430813115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/02/7-weeks-and-counting.html' title='7 Weeks and Counting'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TVAvzis4mEI/AAAAAAAAAc8/BF3etpXEvN0/s72-c/Uganda%2BSummer%2B2010%2B1088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-6884568562184328859</id><published>2011-02-03T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T13:09:55.615-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orphans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='convicted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='captives'/><title type='text'>Convicted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TUsZalrWUiI/AAAAAAAAAck/Y2G8fk_1XFw/s1600/Uganda%2BSummer%2B2010%2B745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569573308754973218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TUsZalrWUiI/AAAAAAAAAck/Y2G8fk_1XFw/s400/Uganda%2BSummer%2B2010%2B745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My heart is heavy from some news I just read in an email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you ever feel like you carry a burden for a reason?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like maybe this burden is so that you will get involved and change the destiny?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that the destiny for those Orphans is changed?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that they are rescued?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that those Orphans can be healed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that those Orphans can be placed in a Forever Family?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that life can be saved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that they are not alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that the weight they have carried for so long is lifted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that they can just be a baby?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that they can be loved?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that they can love in return?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is a burden I feel like I am carrying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like maybe this is the reason I am here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In this place at this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To give it all I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To not give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To prevail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To win this battle for their Destiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esther 4:14&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You were made for such a time as this"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pray this prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"May we all be convicted until together we set the captives free."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will fight with everything I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"God will make a way when there seems to be no way"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-6884568562184328859?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/6884568562184328859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=6884568562184328859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/6884568562184328859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/6884568562184328859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/02/convicted.html' title='Convicted'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TUsZalrWUiI/AAAAAAAAAck/Y2G8fk_1XFw/s72-c/Uganda%2BSummer%2B2010%2B745.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-1895884625542255608</id><published>2011-02-01T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T12:55:51.437-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anxious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>9 weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TUhy5tSAWSI/AAAAAAAAAcY/tKTY2d1wq1w/s1600/my%2Bbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568827274976844066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TUhy5tSAWSI/AAAAAAAAAcY/tKTY2d1wq1w/s400/my%2Bbaby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is just Nine weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nine weeks to what you may ask?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nine weeks till I am on my way again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On my where?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why back to Uganda, of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never could have imagined that after just being home two weeks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would be preparing to go back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart is rejoicing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In just nine weeks I will be holding her again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will be in the warm African sunshine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In eight weeks I will be finishing school for the summer and packing my suit case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then you know what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I come home from that trip - I will be preparing again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this time it will be about 6 weeks till I go back for my 7th trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am Anxious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anxious to see what God is doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why He is allowing me to go 3 times this year?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What connections will I make for when I move there next year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is definitely up to something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nine weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yippee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I come summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I come Uganda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I come Edith!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-1895884625542255608?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/1895884625542255608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=1895884625542255608' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/1895884625542255608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/1895884625542255608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/02/9-weeks.html' title='9 weeks!'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TUhy5tSAWSI/AAAAAAAAAcY/tKTY2d1wq1w/s72-c/my%2Bbaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-2590842125227829061</id><published>2011-01-28T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T10:51:58.493-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>breaking in places.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TUMNA9O1tgI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/epsvRf02jvA/s1600/edith%2Bdarling.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567307874448029186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TUMNA9O1tgI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/epsvRf02jvA/s400/edith%2Bdarling.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Before every trip, &lt;div&gt;I pray a prayer like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Lord, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Break my heart for what breaks yours,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give me your eyes for the broken hearted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me your love for the hurting. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me your love for the orphans.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help me to be able to touch them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help me to be able to Love them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything I am is yours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Use me God. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567307869075790306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TUMNApN_2eI/AAAAAAAAAcI/FKxSgtP89mM/s400/IMG_0274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is broken in so many pieces from this trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't understand why it always has to hurt so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if it is not hurting how else would I know He's breaking my heart a little more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few more places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using me more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working through me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using the circumstances, the things I saw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To change me, but not just me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To change others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me to come home with stories to tell all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To show you all how you're needed there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To show you that God is calling you to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That He needs more people to hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To hear about the people with the hurt in their eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To hear about the prostitute who God is changing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To hear about the little boy in the striped shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To hear about the little orphan crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To simply just hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that you can pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that you can go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's why my heart was broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can tell HE is going to use my pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think it can ever be whole again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm broken  in many places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;being torn apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But its a good feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;knowing that because of my pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More orphans will be held.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More orphans will be loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More orphans will know someone cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567307863587783074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TUMNAUxjgaI/AAAAAAAAAcA/0YnzRyIEY0E/s400/IMG_0238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More children in the village will know that there is a God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More prostitutes will be saved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More children will be sponsored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More people will come to know Jesus as their savior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh Yes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's worth all the pain in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Break my heart more God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Break it More.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-2590842125227829061?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/2590842125227829061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=2590842125227829061' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/2590842125227829061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/2590842125227829061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/01/breaking-in-places.html' title='breaking in places.'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TUMNA9O1tgI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/epsvRf02jvA/s72-c/edith%2Bdarling.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-7022642105894136944</id><published>2011-01-27T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T08:08:29.818-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jubilee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My family'/><title type='text'>My sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TTtoFQ7rJrI/AAAAAAAAAa4/mzoMWV4nH7A/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-22%2Bat%2B15.49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565156204200273586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TTtoFQ7rJrI/AAAAAAAAAa4/mzoMWV4nH7A/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-22%2Bat%2B15.49.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love, love, love my baby sisters Jubilee and Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;They mean the world to me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;They make my life happier and more crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;They love to snuggle and play dollies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;They love doing makeovers and nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;But most of all they love to cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago they asked if they could do my hair.&lt;br /&gt;So they set to work.&lt;br /&gt;and they worked and they worked.&lt;br /&gt;Till tangles were many and knots were everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;But they loved there master piece and then they quickly turned it into pigtails.&lt;br /&gt;And to show off there handy work we took some pictures on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TTtoFC4hGfI/AAAAAAAAAaw/ga2rQNiozz0/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-22%2Bat%2B15.49%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565156200428935666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TTtoFC4hGfI/AAAAAAAAAaw/ga2rQNiozz0/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-22%2Bat%2B15.49%2B%25232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TTtoFIGuaBI/AAAAAAAAAao/taXRvXBaUSM/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-22%2Bat%2B15.47%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565156201830705170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TTtoFIGuaBI/AAAAAAAAAao/taXRvXBaUSM/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-22%2Bat%2B15.47%2B%25233.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TTtoE-zPjLI/AAAAAAAAAag/NMFX78HnodI/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-22%2Bat%2B15.47%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565156199333072050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TTtoE-zPjLI/AAAAAAAAAag/NMFX78HnodI/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-22%2Bat%2B15.47%2B%25232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        Aren't they just the cutest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-7022642105894136944?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/7022642105894136944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=7022642105894136944' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/7022642105894136944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/7022642105894136944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-sisters.html' title='My sisters'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TTtoFQ7rJrI/AAAAAAAAAa4/mzoMWV4nH7A/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-22%2Bat%2B15.49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-6040201515790456423</id><published>2011-01-26T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T08:00:06.136-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orphans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tecate Mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><title type='text'>My very first missions {trips}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565163563476839282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TTtuxoX763I/AAAAAAAAAbI/IiU02Rx97_M/s400/000_0054.JPG" /&gt; I was flipping through some old pictures a few days ago and it made me remember my very first missions trip...The story goes back to my sisters wedding four and a half years ago:)..We were in California when my family met Erik...We ended up talking to him and found out he was the assistant director of an orphanage south of Tecate, Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In school I had been working on Spanish and was actually quite good. So when we found out he was in Mexico we decided to pack up the family and go for a missions trip and scout out for taking a team to &lt;em&gt;Casa Celestial {&lt;/em&gt;the Orphanage that Erik worked at}...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565163575518099106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TTtuyVOy9qI/AAAAAAAAAbg/ClWbFUNxgsk/s400/000_0038.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I fell in &lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt; with Mexico and the people and kids... So did my family. We went as a family, back then it was just my parents, me and Graham and Liberty - everyone else was already out of the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time after time we went back that year! We fell in love with the kids. It was just a 17 hour drive so we decided to go for are vecation and just some weekends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And even once when my Dad was gone to a conference in Texas, my crazy Mom loaded us in the car and off we went to Mexico to work at &lt;em&gt;Casa Celestial &lt;/em&gt;for the week. Just my mom and the three of us kids. Some would say she was crazy for driving us all there 17 hours by herself to work for the week...but really it provided amazing memories and what an adventure! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a blast!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Liberty, who tans so well, that everyone there would talk to her in Spanish cause they thought she was Mexican! haha :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565163571342670290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TTtuyFrS-dI/AAAAAAAAAbY/6YOK_oZ56Mk/s400/000_0039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom and I would work in the kitchen and the cook named Abby would teach us more Spanish and we tried to teach her English (so fun)...Liberty would play with the kids and Graham would play soccer with the older boys...After I'd been going for awhile to work there I became the older sister or role model to the two little girls there named Marilu and Lorena who were toddlers. They followed me everywhere. If I walked this way they did, if I jumped they did, if I went in the kitchen they did. I mean they were everywhere I was..I miss those girls... My mom became the Mom to lots of the kids...Dad worked on the church plant and became a Dad to many of the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565163569626986066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TTtux_SPtlI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/dYNMpVU2J-Q/s400/000_0052.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;After we had ministered there many times things fell through for the Orphanage with the government and the Orphanage was shut down... My heart still grieves for the loss of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565163559972583410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TTtuxbUdN_I/AAAAAAAAAbA/N1sie4xzJTY/s400/000_0040.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Time after time my heart aches for the loss of the kids who I loved so much.....I miss you Lorena, Patchanco, the twins Pepe &amp;amp; Eric, and Estrella, Eskay, Enrique, Dalai, Marilu...and all the rest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-6040201515790456423?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/6040201515790456423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=6040201515790456423' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/6040201515790456423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/6040201515790456423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-very-first-missions-trips.html' title='My very first missions {trips}'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TTtuxoX763I/AAAAAAAAAbI/IiU02Rx97_M/s72-c/000_0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-395488594942845993</id><published>2011-01-24T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T09:30:54.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orphans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing Uganda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fasting'/><title type='text'>Fasting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TT21LsCSTzI/AAAAAAAAAbw/MAMI1YVOCyY/s1600/Uganda%2BSummer%2B2010%2B1009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565803926903738162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TT21LsCSTzI/AAAAAAAAAbw/MAMI1YVOCyY/s400/Uganda%2BSummer%2B2010%2B1009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever wanted to make a difference in an orphan's life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever felt burdened for that one baby's face you saw in a magazine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart is heavy with the babies I saw in Uganda &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who are not adoptable at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to see them set free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to see them adopted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to see them being hugged and kissed goodnight by a mommy and daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart grieves thinking about the babies that I left behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The babies who I am not there tonight to tuck in as they go to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The babies I am not there tonight to hold and love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The babies I am not there tonight to snuggle and wipe away there tears!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The babies I left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was the hardest moment of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as I hugged my baby Edith goodbye and told her "Un Kwagala Nyo" (I love you).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She knew I was leaving her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She threw her dolly down that I had just given her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And raced after me as I saw the nannies shut the gate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her tears pouring down her face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her cry echoing in my head as I left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Days later I can still hear her crying as I leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my heart aches and aches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss all the babies that I left behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So tomorrow I am fasting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am fasting for kids all over the world to be released.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be able to be adopted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For families to rise up and adopt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For families to cast down there fears and worries and step up for the orphan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am fasting for my babies I left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"God can make a way when there seems to be no way"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fasting when: Tomorrow - Tuesday January 25th, 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For: The Orphan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 18:20&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For where two or more are gathered in my name, I am there in their midst."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Please, please, please will you join me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-395488594942845993?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TT21LsCSTzI/AAAAAAAAAbw/MAMI1YVOCyY/s72-c/Uganda%2BSummer%2B2010%2B1009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-1089652262018051201</id><published>2011-01-22T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T08:35:08.262-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ssenge Village'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing Uganda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emmamarie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='names'/><title type='text'>What a name means in Uganda.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TTsEneS4QYI/AAAAAAAAAaY/MsenRcVLoA4/s1600/IMG_0715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TTsEneS4QYI/AAAAAAAAAaY/MsenRcVLoA4/s400/IMG_0715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565046840740036994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(walking in Ssenge village with some friends beside us is the school the team painted)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In Uganda a name is simply not just a name.&lt;br /&gt;A name means more then you would have ever thought.&lt;br /&gt;A name means something special.&lt;br /&gt;A name is a title.&lt;br /&gt;A title to what your relationship with that person is.&lt;br /&gt;I personally am not very good with names.&lt;br /&gt;I forget easily  and struggle with remembering.&lt;br /&gt;So now I pray that God will help me remember them.&lt;br /&gt;Because in Africa it means the world to these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What a name means:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A name means you care about them.&lt;br /&gt;A name means you love them.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering a name means you think they are important.&lt;br /&gt;A name means you are Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny to think a name can mean all those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To someone you have barely met.&lt;br /&gt;But it does.&lt;br /&gt;When  you know someone by name they become important to you.&lt;br /&gt;When you think about him/her name you begin to love things about that person.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you know their name you care about them.&lt;br /&gt;Having them remember your name makes you friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walk through the village&lt;br /&gt;and hear "Mzungu" (white person)&lt;br /&gt;It is just what they call every other (white person)&lt;br /&gt;But its totally different&lt;br /&gt;when I walk through the village and hear "Emmamarie"&lt;br /&gt;My whole heart changes because it is my friends calling me.&lt;br /&gt;It is someone who loves me.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who thinks I am important.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who cares about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how if you meet someone you have met before and they can't remember your name it puts a distance between you. But if they remember it changes everything.&lt;br /&gt;It says in bible that God knew your name before you were made.&lt;br /&gt;If God can remember billions of people's names&lt;br /&gt;I think I can remember a few hundred:)&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="verse"&gt;          &lt;p&gt;      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But now thus says the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="sc"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;, he who created  you, O Jacob, he who formed you, O Israel: “Fear not, for I have  redeemed you;I have called you by name, you are mine. Isaiah 43:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So next time you meet someone try to remember there name&lt;br /&gt;something so small can mean the world to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-1089652262018051201?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/1089652262018051201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=1089652262018051201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/1089652262018051201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/1089652262018051201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-name-means-in-uganda.html' title='What a name means in Uganda.'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TTsEneS4QYI/AAAAAAAAAaY/MsenRcVLoA4/s72-c/IMG_0715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-1636582950885539098</id><published>2011-01-20T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T09:46:50.800-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orphans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>The Boy in the Striped Shirt part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564323166729246018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TThycGhflUI/AAAAAAAAAaA/lQ_DJ6cyUSI/s400/IMG_0365.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Uganda I wrote and told you all the story of the boy in the striped shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Chivate" and his brother who are orphans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They live in the slums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like the other kids in the slums:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each day life is filled with just trying to survive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day life is filled with wanting someone to love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564323172243611106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TThycbEOHeI/AAAAAAAAAaI/cymeZpt3nVg/s400/IMG_0380.JPG" /&gt;Every night they go to bed with out a Mom or a Dad to tuck them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many of you wrote me and my Mom and asked if they were adoptable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the moment they are not - I looked into it while I was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A leader of the feeding program has taken them in and been taking care of them for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someday down the road hopefully, Lord willing, they will be adoptable :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fell so in love with him as he cuddled in my lap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Longing for love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564323177409458850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TThycuT2sqI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/F57wtQL8L2Q/s400/IMG_0386.jpg" /&gt;He snuggled closer trying to get as much love from me holding him can give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He willingly let anybody hold him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just wanting some love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart is broken for him and his brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is so little to face the world without a Mommy or a Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without a big sister to hold him and spoil him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is 3 yrs old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weights probably 14 pounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is tiny tiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So skinny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is hurting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you could pray with me that both him and his brother would be able to be adopted and find that love and also find the love of Jesus! As he gets older that he would forgive his Mom for hurting him and be able to accept the love of a Mommy again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart is broken for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is he at the feeding program today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is he being held by a volunteer or are things so busy that he is not noticed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please pray for him and his brother today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-1636582950885539098?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/1636582950885539098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=1636582950885539098' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/1636582950885539098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/1636582950885539098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/01/boy-in-striped-shirt-part-2.html' title='The Boy in the Striped Shirt part 2'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TThycGhflUI/AAAAAAAAAaA/lQ_DJ6cyUSI/s72-c/IMG_0365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-2613444742346275887</id><published>2011-01-19T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T08:44:22.243-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing Uganda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my heart aches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edith'/><title type='text'>Run over by a Semi truck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TTcUvw14iXI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/rzJwUe6yeSA/s1600/Edith%2Band%2BMe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563938675436849522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TTcUvw14iXI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/rzJwUe6yeSA/s400/Edith%2Band%2BMe.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since leaving Uganda just a couple days ago,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am constantly changing the times to see what time it is in Uganda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I look at the clock take away two hours and change it from am to pm or reverse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think about it and think about the babies at the baby home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The babies are eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The babies are sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The babies are at pre-school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The babies are outside playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it raining or is it chilly? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do they remember me coming everyday and look for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do they miss me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does Edith realize I am not coming back for a few months?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do they look up every time someone white walks in and wonder &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who they are and are they from Emma's team?..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do the nanny's wish we were still there to help?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aghhhh, it's driving me crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can see the tears falling down her face as I said goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can see the doll I gave her that she threw on the ground as she watched me leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ohhhh how my heart is aching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like it was run over by semi truck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am coming back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hold on darling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-2613444742346275887?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/2613444742346275887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=2613444742346275887' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/2613444742346275887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/2613444742346275887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/01/run-over-by-semi-truck.html' title='Run over by a Semi truck.'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TTcUvw14iXI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/rzJwUe6yeSA/s72-c/Edith%2Band%2BMe.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-6184204137608592591</id><published>2011-01-18T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T07:23:34.436-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>5 little munchkins in my bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; This morning I woke up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I am not in Uganda anymore I am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke up with 5 little munchkins in my bed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess that means they missed me:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slowly all night long they came and climbed into bed with me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And fell asleep..So precious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart is breaking for those I left behind - all my babies and kids I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it's also happy for I missed my little brothers and sisters and my Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My last days in Uganda the internet was out so I wasn't able to post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have so many more stories to tell that will break your heart as you hear them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the goodbyes I had to say all the tears that followed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-6184204137608592591?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/6184204137608592591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=6184204137608592591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/6184204137608592591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/6184204137608592591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/01/5-little-munchkins-in-my-bed.html' title='5 little munchkins in my bed'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-1741848999069495920</id><published>2011-01-12T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T12:23:17.689-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The boy in the striped shirt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>The boy in the striped shirt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today we went into the slums for a feeding program.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where we hung out and loved on the kids and then fed them lunch!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was probably 100+ kids &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But there was one little boy in a  little striped shirt I fell in love with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His name is Chivate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am in love with him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is almost four and looks like he is 18months old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is sick with a cough and a runny runny nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has a little brother who's leg was broken and will never ever heal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is stuck like that,due to the way it was treated it is turned in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The two brothers were abandoned by there mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just left in the slums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I held Chivate for a lot of the feeding program..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He snuggled me and I held him close and kept kissing his forehead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I then realized it he doesn't have a Mom and a Dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They abandoned him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are Orphans with no one to take care of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart is breaking..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was leaving I had to set him down and tell him goodbye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tears were streaming down his face and he was crying and crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It hurts my heart so badly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is alone tonight with his brother and no one to hold him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can picture him snuggled next to his brother in that little mud hut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His heart aching for a Mom and a Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His heart aching for a family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His heart aching for someone to love him and to care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....My heart is aching for them....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you think of it pray tonight for the little boy in the striped shirt and his brother..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-1741848999069495920?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/1741848999069495920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=1741848999069495920' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/1741848999069495920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/1741848999069495920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/01/boy-in-striped-shirt.html' title='The boy in the striped shirt...'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-8421189510259880478</id><published>2011-01-11T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T11:27:53.723-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>In LOVE with HER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "&gt;I am so in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes in love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In love with you may ask?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Her...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who's her??!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meet my baby Edith &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;Finally I have waited so long for the pictures to finally be able to upload all the way from Uganda!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TSytGzTEO2I/AAAAAAAAAZo/pCL8TP19V2c/s400/IMG_0161.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561009972256717666" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TSyKGlm_VWI/AAAAAAAAAZg/T5hk9EKWpro/s1600/IMG_0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TSyKFxaPkyI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Y97p9-JwcA4/s400/IMG_0144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560971471663108898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-8421189510259880478?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/8421189510259880478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=8421189510259880478' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/8421189510259880478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/8421189510259880478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-love-with-her.html' title='In LOVE with HER!'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TSytGzTEO2I/AAAAAAAAAZo/pCL8TP19V2c/s72-c/IMG_0161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-2122385368441228712</id><published>2011-01-09T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T12:09:49.784-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ssenge Village'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel and Peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><title type='text'>The hair ties...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; sometimes we take things for granted..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But some things are not things you would typically notice &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as being something you could take for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I realized what "somethings" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't realize or picture it as taking it for granted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;such as &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having clothes to wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having the privledge of having a Mom or a Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having a roof over my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having a grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having alive family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somewhere safe to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the last few days I have noticed these things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; and realized how privileged I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like when today at church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; we had kids come up to us asking us to pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for them to have school fee's so that they can go to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When all the time at home people complain about school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When really in reality we&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; HAVE THE PRIVILEGE TO GO.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then there is the street mom and daughter I saw as I was walking the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who had nothing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they had ripped clothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No Home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No safe place to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And  I have the privilege to have food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to have water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to have a home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to have a safe place to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart just aches as I picture them forever imprinted in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I handed them the rest of my water bottle.... and they were so blessed and excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To have just water..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then there is the the African Hearts Leaders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who told us there testimony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... Like Junior...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who's Mom died of AIDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who's Sister died of AIDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who's Brother died of AIDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who's DAD died of AIDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who's Auntie's died of AIDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes we don't realize how big of a blessing it is to have a family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...Then there is my sweet Friends Rachel and Peace..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From Ssenge Village.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are so sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have watched Rachel grow up since 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; she is now 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today I met her friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;little Peace who is also 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They sat next to me the whole church service. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holding my hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They kept rubbing my arm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and playing with 2 hair ties on my arm for me to put my hair up later with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I realized it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How I take for granted even my little hair ties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little things you don't think about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like my hair ties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have learned on this trip how I want to be that girl who gives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who doesn't hold back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and say well I need that in case I get hot and want to put my hair up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to be that girl who gives with out holding anything back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who gives everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If someone is hungry I give them food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If someone is thirsty I give them water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If someone needs clothes I give them mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really I want to give everything away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more holding back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more worrying about money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;No more &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;No more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after awhile I realized how they just really adored my little hair ties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really they loved them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I slipped them off my wrist and put one on Rachel's hand and one on Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was like I had given them the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And in reality it was just a little hair tie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How much I have taken for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From now on I will give and give and hold nothing back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-2122385368441228712?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/2122385368441228712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=2122385368441228712' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/2122385368441228712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/2122385368441228712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/01/hair-ties.html' title='The hair ties...'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-2599874367428622841</id><published>2011-01-08T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T10:54:59.203-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my boyfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th trip to Uganda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gideon'/><title type='text'>Those two special words..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Tonight I went down to sanyu babies home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart was melted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You see Josh and I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;had noticed that none of the lightbulbs had been working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are up really high &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and in Uganda there is no such thing as like a ladder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so Josh and I decided to go buy some and replace the broken lightbulbs in the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; eating room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sleeping room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and changing room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we counted how many we needed and decided to go buy some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got there this evening and went right to it putting them in..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Josh had to stand on the changing table, then put a chair on top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then stand on the chair on his tipi toes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to change the lightbulb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then in came Gideon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is about 3 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And soo precious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He knows every baby's name at the baby home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is such a good english speaker and talks and talks and talks!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I picked him up as we watched Josh change the lightbulbs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He looked up at me and said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Mama Emma"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Mama Emma"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so darling and makes me realize how much he must long for a Mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How much he must long for a family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How he has watched his friends be taken and still he waits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and waits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart is breaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear God please bring sweet Gideon a family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-2599874367428622841?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/2599874367428622841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=2599874367428622841' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/2599874367428622841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/2599874367428622841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/01/those-two-special-words.html' title='Those two special words..'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-3789559674980082528</id><published>2011-01-07T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T12:43:43.508-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>A letter from to my mom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Goodmorning or afternoon mom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your feeling more rested and could sleep. How are the kids today? I miss them all sooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like God is really teaching me to love on this trip. Like I know how to love but not like God does. I really want to make a difference in the way I love and I want to give and give until I have nothing to give and then still find a way to be generous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to tell you about the babies I am in love with from Sanyu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like tonight I met this little girl named Rebecca.&lt;br /&gt;She was sitting in the baby home all alone. She is probably 2years old.She is new. And so sad she was sitting all alone on the bench with her hands clasped in her lap. She was so sad..So I tried to hold her hand and still she was to sad to hold my hand. So I picked her up and held her she couldn't even look at me in my eyes. She is so unloved. You can tell thats how she has always been. And I started to think how I want to be that girl who makes an impact in her life for even just a day of love she will have felt special she will have felt loved. And cared about. She will have felt wanted and loved for the day. I want to bring her home and make her smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember little Faith I talked about from Sanyu? I had a picture of her and Josh and I holding her last summer and she was so sad like Rebecca. Now she has gained weight you can hardly tell it is her. And she brings such joy to the baby home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also there is Edith..Mom she looks like Beth. She looks just like Beth as a baby. Exactly the same.She has a belly like Beth and she is soooo short. She runs around laughing and smiling I want to bring her home too. I can just imagine her and Beth playing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Esther. (I know you want that name for a little girl and she melts my heart but so do the other girls)&lt;br /&gt;She is special needs she was malnourised and needs a family badly. She is 3 now. And big and has gained weight. Due to her malnourishment she is just now learning to walk. She is like a new baby learning to walk. Except she is big. She was beaten before sanyu and so she flinches when someone touches her. She is happy. And desperatly needs a loving family.Seriously I want to bring her home too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is my Watson.&lt;br /&gt;He is darling and he has an eye problem. He has a problem with his nose everytime he eats it comes out his nose. Its so strange. I am in love with him. He sat on my lap and wrapped his arms around me. His little arms could only barley touch my back but he wouldn't let go.&lt;br /&gt;So I think I will bring him home too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with these kids&lt;br /&gt;My heart is braking on how they dont have familys.&lt;br /&gt;I want to love Rebecca. So that she may feel love even for just one day. I am going to try to show as much love as I can give.. Can you imagine that to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;one even for just one day. And see the difference it will make... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Yes my Ugandan missionary american friend Elijah has been with us every work day. He comes to the land with us. He is doing a great Job helping out and painting a ton.Today his parents came to see what we are doing there. They are the Ugandan side- directors for an orphanage with 94 kids! We hope to go visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Well its time for bed!&lt;br /&gt;I love you mom!&lt;br /&gt;-Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-3789559674980082528?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/3789559674980082528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=3789559674980082528' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/3789559674980082528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/3789559674980082528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/01/letter-from-to-my-mom.html' title='A letter from to my mom...'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-1260575887561777539</id><published>2011-01-06T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T10:56:12.842-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th trip to Uganda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exhausted'/><title type='text'>Uganda Uganda you smell so sweet?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fan is blowing in my face..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am laying on my bed exhausted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But a good exhausted its an awesome feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; The kind you get when you have traveled and traveled for 4 days straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; The kind you get after a long day of hard work of sanding and painting until your hands start to have the forming of blisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes yes this kind of exhausted is good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It makes you know your alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It makes you know yes yes your here in Uganda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where you have longed to be for so long!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where you worked hard and saw God provide and provide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes yes this exhausted awesome feeling is the feeling of being here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my Uganda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-1260575887561777539?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/1260575887561777539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=1260575887561777539' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/1260575887561777539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/1260575887561777539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/01/uganda-uganda-you-smell-so-sweet.html' title='Uganda Uganda you smell so sweet?!'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-935473148373147477</id><published>2011-01-03T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T16:13:20.637-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>Dubai bound</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; We are about to take off for Dubai!!&lt;br /&gt;The team is amazing I am in love with everyone on the team!! This truly is a God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anointed&lt;/span&gt; team.&lt;br /&gt;Well I know its short but the guy over the loud speaker is calling me to board.Please keep praying for safety for our team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-935473148373147477?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/935473148373147477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=935473148373147477' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/935473148373147477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/935473148373147477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/01/dubai-bound.html' title='Dubai bound'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-3358271514213627784</id><published>2011-01-01T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T09:35:15.245-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>Flights and the journey! Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TR9la5n-nDI/AAAAAAAAAZI/f8tYKFeQyiQ/s1600/Uganda%2BMay%2B2010%2B253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557271978017987634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TR9la5n-nDI/AAAAAAAAAZI/f8tYKFeQyiQ/s400/Uganda%2BMay%2B2010%2B253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't think of a better way to start off my New Year &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then with heading to Uganda for my 5th time just tomorrow!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Around four in the afternoon we will drive to Albuquerque New Mexico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then early on Monday morning we will fly out to Houston Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then from Texas we will fly to Dubai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We stay over night in Dubai and then early on the 5th we will fly out to Uganda!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so excited I can't believe its finally here!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm almost back in Uganda!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I plan on posting every day once I'm in Uganda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I might miss some of the traveling because I am not sure I will have Internet:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please Keep us in your prayers as we begin are journey tomorrow!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your New Year going to be like any crazy adventures to kick it off?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wishing you a very very&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy New Year 2011!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-3358271514213627784?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/3358271514213627784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=3358271514213627784' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/3358271514213627784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/3358271514213627784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2011/01/flights-and-journey-happy-new-year.html' title='Flights and the journey! Happy New Year!'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TR9la5n-nDI/AAAAAAAAAZI/f8tYKFeQyiQ/s72-c/Uganda%2BMay%2B2010%2B253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-5770843052140352687</id><published>2010-12-29T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T12:48:31.476-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God provides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th trip to Uganda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last minute'/><title type='text'>Wait till you hear this!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TRuZMv4ZMTI/AAAAAAAAAY4/H35lbGYzlVY/s1600/Uganda%2BSummer%2B2010%2B444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556203009582117170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TRuZMv4ZMTI/AAAAAAAAAY4/H35lbGYzlVY/s400/Uganda%2BSummer%2B2010%2B444.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This trip fundraising has been a lot different.. It's been very difficult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People haven't been giving easily with the holidays and the economy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't know if I could raise the money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I kept praying and praying..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew my God would provide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I asked you guys to pray and you prayed with me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then today I got the most amazing news!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My fundraising for this trip is finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like God said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Emma I know you've been trusting me. Here is a little &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gift so that you know that you're really hearing me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God provided and my trip is paid for!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so relieved with just 5 days till the trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am in awe and I am so excited to see that God provided once again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Praise the Lord!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-5770843052140352687?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/5770843052140352687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=5770843052140352687' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/5770843052140352687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/5770843052140352687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2010/12/wait-till-you-hear-this.html' title='Wait till you hear this!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TRuZMv4ZMTI/AAAAAAAAAY4/H35lbGYzlVY/s72-c/Uganda%2BSummer%2B2010%2B444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-4082776308510174767</id><published>2010-12-27T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T12:26:59.118-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>Leaving..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TRj2BN_sYAI/AAAAAAAAAYw/bFHmN6wU1q0/s1600/Uganda%2BSummer%2B2010%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555460641158619138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TRj2BN_sYAI/AAAAAAAAAYw/bFHmN6wU1q0/s400/Uganda%2BSummer%2B2010%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In just one week from today I will be boarding a plane..But not just any plane..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A plane that will take me across the ocean...To the other side of the World..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm anxious to get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm anticipating hugging my babies again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm imagining if they will remember me?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm wondering how the reaction will be when I reach Ssenge village &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will they all come running shouting Emmarie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will it happen like I imagine or will it be different?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm also nervous to fly as I am not a big flying lover.   It makes me nervous, so I am asking you to please pray for peace and safe flights,for the others on the team for there flights as well. Please also pray for health while we travel and while we are in the country. For God to show up and use us in big ways and that He'd break our hearts for the things that break His.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That people on the team would be changed and touched,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FOREVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-4082776308510174767?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/4082776308510174767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=4082776308510174767' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/4082776308510174767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/4082776308510174767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2010/12/leaving.html' title='Leaving..'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TRj2BN_sYAI/AAAAAAAAAYw/bFHmN6wU1q0/s72-c/Uganda%2BSummer%2B2010%2B015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-1016444261763026677</id><published>2010-12-14T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T10:47:23.394-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missions trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>From my Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TQe7jgCU4oI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Nny-epoQ2HM/s1600/Uganda%2BSummer%2B2010%2B660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550611284326933122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TQe7jgCU4oI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Nny-epoQ2HM/s400/Uganda%2BSummer%2B2010%2B660.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Friends and Family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off I want to thank you for supporting me in the past and praying for me as I go on mission's trips to Uganda in East Africa. God has truly placed Uganda on my heart. I feel God is calling me there full time and I plan on moving there as soon as I graduate. I'm so excited to see what God will have me do for HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was a little girl I have felt God calling me to Africa. I'm so excited for this upcoming trip in January 2011. This will be my 5th trip to Uganda. While we are in Uganda we will be working in the slums with A Perfect Injustice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Perfect Injustice has recently purchased land - we will be clearing the land and preparing it to be built on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will also be working in Ssenge Village with African Hearts - working on the land , possibly painting and always loving on the boys. We will also be working at several orphanages!! I can not wait to be there loving on the babies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ask you to please pray and consider supporting me in sending me to Uganda.&lt;br /&gt;Help the orphans by helping me go serve and show them the love of Jesus Christ!! Even the smallest amount would help greatly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep the team and I in your prayers!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Emma Saunders&lt;br /&gt;c/o The River Church&lt;br /&gt;860 Plymouth Drive&lt;br /&gt;Durango, CO 81301&lt;br /&gt;In memo space: Emma - GO Uganda January&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-1016444261763026677?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/1016444261763026677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=1016444261763026677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/1016444261763026677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/1016444261763026677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2010/12/from-my-heart.html' title='From my Heart'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TQe7jgCU4oI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Nny-epoQ2HM/s72-c/Uganda%2BSummer%2B2010%2B660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-4623959583514787066</id><published>2010-12-09T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T09:20:20.992-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fundraisers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer needed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>Just ASK!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TQEPx84mOYI/AAAAAAAAAYc/EAs1B7d20Fo/s1600/Wranglers.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548733566728681858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TQEPx84mOYI/AAAAAAAAAYc/EAs1B7d20Fo/s400/Wranglers.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we prepare to go, this January 2011 (to my sweet country) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we have meetings,to prepare the team and build a team before we even get to Uganda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night we met at the church as a team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have 3 team members joining us from the bloggy world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were able to either skype or talk on the phone to them as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the meeting was over nobody even wanted to leave,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we just sat around and talked and talked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we are already starting to make some great friendships!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so excited for this trip that my Dad and I are leading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am thrilled beyond words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then again when am I not excited to go back to where God has called me?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The people are amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait to meet the ones across the states who will be joining us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight we have another fundraiser - we are having another bake sale at the church! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight the &lt;a href="http://www.bardchuckwagon.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bar D Wranglers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are coming to play a Cowboy Christmas - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there will be hundreds of people - the church will be packed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So although this might sound strange - would you pray that people would be hungry and want to purchase some snacks? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm asking you to pray that people will be generous and willing to give!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm asking you to pray this because of this verse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matthew 7:7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ask, and you will receive. Search, and you will find. Knock, and the door will be opened for you."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll keep you updated on how the bake sale turns out!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-4623959583514787066?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/4623959583514787066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=4623959583514787066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/4623959583514787066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/4623959583514787066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-ask.html' title='Just ASK!!'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TQEPx84mOYI/AAAAAAAAAYc/EAs1B7d20Fo/s72-c/Wranglers.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-3630432643586334933</id><published>2010-12-04T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T10:01:31.076-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fundraisers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers and sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='He provides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th trip to Uganda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graham'/><title type='text'>Yummm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fundraisers are finally in full swing!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the January 2011 Uganda team had a bake sale!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God totally provided! He provided more then we can think or ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Jesus!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The day before the bake sale,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Graham (my little brother - 18 months younger then me) and I spent the entire day baking and baking and baking some more. We made 5 pumpkin pies,3 Kentucky Derby pies ,and a ton of cinnamon rolls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It may not sound like it should have taken like all day but the pumpkin pies were made from scratch like cut open the pumpkin, cook it,puree it and then put it in a pie! It took waaaay longer then I thought it would have!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bake sale was held at our church and other team members participated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had donation only and people gave and then gave and gave some more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you ready to hear how much God provided?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He provided $700.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YES &lt;em&gt;SEVEN HUNDRED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GOD'S SO AMAZING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND YES WE HAD EXACTLY 7 PEOPLE PARTICIPATE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO EACH TEAM MEMBER GETS A HUNDRED DOLLARS TOWARDS THEIR TRIP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So $100 down $2,900 to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just remember God will provide just like He always does!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pies and baked goods we made...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TPg3wHDcCnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/2ggpMFTgBVw/s1600/2010November25Thanksgiving%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546244240773483122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TPg3wHDcCnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/2ggpMFTgBVw/s400/2010November25Thanksgiving%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        Above Kentucky Derby Pies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TPg3vii4LuI/AAAAAAAAAYM/YRF5D5T5Tts/s1600/2010November25Thanksgiving%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546244230973239010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TPg3vii4LuI/AAAAAAAAAYM/YRF5D5T5Tts/s400/2010November25Thanksgiving%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           Above Cinnamon Rolls and Pumpkin Pies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TPg3vV0t2jI/AAAAAAAAAYE/4aY8L5htqsc/s1600/2010November25Thanksgiving%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546244227558398514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TPg3vV0t2jI/AAAAAAAAAYE/4aY8L5htqsc/s400/2010November25Thanksgiving%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-3630432643586334933?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/3630432643586334933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=3630432643586334933' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/3630432643586334933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/3630432643586334933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2010/12/yummm.html' title='Yummm...'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TPg3wHDcCnI/AAAAAAAAAYU/2ggpMFTgBVw/s72-c/2010November25Thanksgiving%2B006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-8858780807280186695</id><published>2010-11-17T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T08:17:07.273-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lutaaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the pattern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th trip to Uganda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Countdown'/><title type='text'>69,120 minutes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke up this morning feeling excited. Yes very excited. I logged on to good old Facebook and who would chat me but Lutaaya in Uganda:) see story about him and his fiance in a few posts down:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I began to talk to him ,I thought about it and began to calculate how much time I had till the January 2011 team would be on there way:)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We have approximately&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1152 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69,120 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till we get to Uganda again!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to be back again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, God you're so good to me, for calling me there and continuing to provide so I can go back and make relationships with the people even before I graduate and move there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God you're sooo Good..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so excited to see what God's going to do with my life!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540551364807908978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TOP-HHcuXnI/AAAAAAAAAX8/nFz8vsp63G0/s400/Uganda%2BSummer%2B2010%2B743.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-8858780807280186695?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/8858780807280186695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=8858780807280186695' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/8858780807280186695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/8858780807280186695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2010/11/69120-minutes.html' title='69,120 minutes...'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TOP-HHcuXnI/AAAAAAAAAX8/nFz8vsp63G0/s72-c/Uganda%2BSummer%2B2010%2B743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-4448496388994760905</id><published>2010-10-26T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T09:05:20.609-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer needed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praising jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the pattern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>The pattern 20 steps...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532381611766933778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TMb3w5tFaRI/AAAAAAAAAXs/NynqWNWovXU/s400/Uganda+Summer+2010+129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's starting again all over again...the pattern the steps it takes to get there..&lt;br /&gt;the steps I've taken 4 times...the process.. the pattern.... the journey to getting to my destination. First...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. God calling me again to go....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Me saying "yes God I'll go"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3. praying for God to show me when and how&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The dates are released for trip to Uganda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;5. We begin planning &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(The applications are being sent out today by church)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Thinking and praying for idea's for new fundraisers for funds for the trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;7. Thinking of new things to bring to the people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Begin Fundraising!!!!! Planning dates of fundraisers (this is the step I am on) :) whooo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9.Preparing meeting with the team (yikes can't wait)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. Watching God provide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;11. Start collecting things for the kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Printing pictures to take back to all my friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13. Continue meeting with the team!! (getting to know everyone on the team)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Order team shirts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15. Finish last planning of trip everythings almost ready state side and Uganda side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;16. Pull out the old suit case -- yippee!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;17. Begin packing &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;18.Charge my camera battery and prepare to leave&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;19. Wake up...freak out. Wait!! I didnt sleep all night too excited..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Arrive back in my sweet country that I love I am back in Uganda..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532382790979657426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TMb41inTntI/AAAAAAAAAX0/LQV0RkjiUIU/s400/Uganda+Summer+2010+661.JPG" /&gt;The pattern ,it's there, it's beginning again:) I'm so stoked to see how God is going to provide and what God is going to do on this trip!! If your thinking about going on this trip, and you don't know if you can raise the money in time let me tell you: If you're meant to go on this trip God will provide just like He always does!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just Trust in the Lord... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Proverbs 3:5 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-4448496388994760905?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/4448496388994760905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=4448496388994760905' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/4448496388994760905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/4448496388994760905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2010/10/pattern-20-steps.html' title='The pattern 20 steps...'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TMb3w5tFaRI/AAAAAAAAAXs/NynqWNWovXU/s72-c/Uganda+Summer+2010+129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-1518048614840292961</id><published>2010-10-14T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T10:42:40.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ssenge Village'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uganda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th trip to Uganda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Countdown'/><title type='text'>"Emmamarie" returns...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TLdAD5aT-mI/AAAAAAAAAXk/CzarFZBZJ00/s1600/Uganda+Summer+2010+371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527957503315540578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TLdAD5aT-mI/AAAAAAAAAXk/CzarFZBZJ00/s400/Uganda+Summer+2010+371.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm so excited for January, I just can't stand it. It's in my thoughts, mind, heart, and everywhere I look!! Just three short months and I'll be back holding my "babies" and hugging my kids, who call me "Emmamarie". In Uganda "Emma" is a boy's name so I've been told, and asked if I was a boy way too many times:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I decided to tell everyone my name is "EmmaLee" in Uganda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But some how the people can't quite understand "EmmaLee" so they call me "Emmamarie" and I think thats simply precious and adorable!! When I walk through one of my favorite parts of Uganda, Ssenge Village, everyone knows my name and comes out to see that "Emmamarie" has returned...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The excitement in me is building: beautiful dark skin, to see their gleeming smilies ,their bare feet, their torn clothing, their contagious happiness, - All welcoming me back! I can only dream of, in just a year and a half, their greeting me and this time I can hear it in my mind...them saying..."Welcome &lt;em&gt;Home&lt;/em&gt; Emmamarie".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not saying I'll be moving exactly to Ssenge Village but definitely visiting all the time!! I'm not sure yet where in Uganda God is calling me...But I can tell you that it's exciting and I'll be telling you every bit of my story!! Stay tuned:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-1518048614840292961?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/1518048614840292961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=1518048614840292961' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/1518048614840292961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/1518048614840292961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2010/10/emmamarie-returns.html' title='&quot;Emmamarie&quot; returns...'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TLdAD5aT-mI/AAAAAAAAAXk/CzarFZBZJ00/s72-c/Uganda+Summer+2010+371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-8182237563330923075</id><published>2010-10-12T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T15:08:50.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lutaya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers and sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uganda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='African hearts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5th trip to Uganda'/><title type='text'>The wedding date...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TLTW9tMIaXI/AAAAAAAAAXc/BIsLFwOg9Ig/s1600/Lutaaya.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527278998281283954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TLTW9tMIaXI/AAAAAAAAAXc/BIsLFwOg9Ig/s400/Lutaaya.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lutaaya and me (presenting the instruments I brought first trip)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It all goes back to Uganda July 2008 my very first trip to Uganda....It was just me and my Dad...My Dad was going to be teaching a pastors confrence and I would work in Orphanages and we would both work with African Hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For those of you who dont know -African Hearts is a boys program which takes boys off the streets, and gives them a second chance. They will also learn a brass instrument and get to play in the brass band that is famous in the Kampala area. The money raised by the brass band will provide funds for college. They attend church and learn all about Jesus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Dad was also going to be mentoring the young African Hearts Leaders at the Kampala Boys home!! (There is now 2 homes - one in Ssenge and one in Kampala.)....Well during one of the mentoring times he had all of the leaders gathered around: George,Tony, Lutaaya, Junior,etc... He started to talk about "Dads and Fathers" and the room became silent..He looked around and asked "Who here has a Dad?" Every one of those young men looked at him and said "none of us do".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All of their Dads had either abandoned them or left them. They all grew up around the streets of Kampala...and now radically changed by the Power of God, they were not only off the streets themselves but now giving their lives away for the young street boys! It's truly amazing to watch these young men who have had nothing give away every part of themselves for these boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the mentoring.... when all of them replied sadly that none of them had fathers... My Dad said "I'll be your Dad" and instantly all of the young men jumped up and started cheering!! They were giving each other high fives and shouting with excitement!! They now had a Dad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From then on I have always been their sister... When I see them they will say "Hey sister" "I love you sister"...They really are the most amazing brothers!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are as close to me as all my siblings are!! They call my mom "Mum" and my Dad "Dad".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We really are a much bigger family then you all know:)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from left to right Lutaaya,Me,Kasandra,Dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527276070823018274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TLTUTTjsPyI/AAAAAAAAAXE/8GXNF4nC3Kg/s400/Uganda+Summer+2010+881.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Lutaaya has long been in love with Kasandra (his princess). They have planned to get married since meeting them in 2008. In Uganda there is the "bridal price" that every young man must pay for his bride. He pays it to the brides family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since :utaaya has been giving it all to serve the street boys...he didn't have the funds to buy all the cows and this bride is so beautiful she is far more expensive:) He needed 10 cows....so this past May when I was in Uganda...Before hand we decided to surpise him... we came up with BUY A COW FOR LUTAAYA at our church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started advertising it and every person who bought a cow we would take a picture of the person who bought it, to present it to him!! So one night in May we invited Lutaaya and Kasandra to have dinner with us up at Namirembe (the guest house we stayed at).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We told them we had a present for them..Slowly we started to pull out envelopes and pass one to Lutaaya and Kasandra. Each card read "I have bought one cow"....they were crying and so excited they love each other so much!! The last cow was still missing. We had an envelope that read "you must buy the last cow yourself because I am your Dad I want you to work hard for this last cow." Then my dad paused and said, "The only one who can change this is your Mum."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's cell phone started to ring. My dad had Lutaaya answer the phone. It was mom on the other end, calling from Colorado. She said to Lutaaya, "Son, we are very proud of you. We are very proud of how you have sacrificed for the Lord. We love you very much. We always miss you. Please ask Dad for the envelope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately Lutaaya turned to my dad and said "Dad give me the envelope." Everyone burst out laughing...Inside the hidden envelope were the words, "Cow number 10 has been paid for by mum and dad." Tears were rolling down their cheeks as their dream was fulfilled -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they finally had the money to pay the bridal price....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so they could get married!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately Lutaaya invited his sister {me!} to the wedding :) and my Dad and so on with our family...Kasandra grabbed her calander in her purse and started naming off dates they could be married on!!! It was so thrilling and exciting to watch my Brother and his fiance, with love in their eyes, talk of being married soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days ago we got the date for their wedding. They are to be married on January 16, 2011....Dad and I and Graham will be attending the wedding!! Dad and I will again be leading a team leaving (give or take) January 3rd, 2011 to January 16th, 2011...Dad and Gray and I will stay longer. Lots of details to come. Check out : &lt;a href="http://aplacecalledsimplicity.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A Place Called Simplicity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for details:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 405px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 376px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527276078233938610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TLTUTvKl6rI/AAAAAAAAAXM/oQphqrcCLz4/s400/Uganda+Summer+2010+879.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can not wait to be back in Uganda! Only a few months away and lots of fundraising to do but God will provide just like he always does!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-8182237563330923075?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/8182237563330923075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=8182237563330923075' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/8182237563330923075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/8182237563330923075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2010/10/wedding-date.html' title='The wedding date...'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TLTW9tMIaXI/AAAAAAAAAXc/BIsLFwOg9Ig/s72-c/Lutaaya.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-1221763931006302835</id><published>2010-08-14T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T08:31:02.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers and sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my boyfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isaiah'/><title type='text'>Dates with the brothers:)</title><content type='html'>So I decided I thought id start sharing more of what goes on in my life and what just normal everydays are like for me:) So the other day Josh (my boyfriend of more then one year) and I decided that we should take our brothers on a date so we told them about our plan and they were stoked:) Josh's brother Andrew and my brother Isaiah are good friends Andrew is nine and Isaiah is six. We decided to go to a movie theater to see Despicable Me! Isaiah asked "Can I have my own soda?" so of course he got it:) (soda is a big treat in my family!).. After the movie we decided to go grab some food and go the park!! They loved it and we've decided every few weeks will go on a brothers date:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( below: Isaiah was so excited to go he couldn't stand it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505282879203222530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TGaxnELypAI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GoneVjR4m_8/s400/Isaiah4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(below:the boys playing in the park I think they were ninjas!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505283139771537506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TGax2O4HmGI/AAAAAAAAAW0/mjXUlXd31aY/s400/Isaiah6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isaiah and I are getting married someday...at least he thinks so:)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505282876776250834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TGaxm7JJ_dI/AAAAAAAAAWk/p7o0QZYfVMo/s400/Isaiah3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505282866474851890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TGaxmUxHHjI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ljiAohWGp6g/s400/Isaiah2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505282861332387698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TGaxmBnDV3I/AAAAAAAAAWU/ET-oFYFzLDc/s400/Isaiah1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505282860501464354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TGaxl-g8dSI/AAAAAAAAAWM/fo9LvJB41Xs/s400/Isaiah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-1221763931006302835?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/1221763931006302835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=1221763931006302835' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/1221763931006302835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/1221763931006302835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2010/08/dates-with-brothers.html' title='Dates with the brothers:)'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TGaxnELypAI/AAAAAAAAAWs/GoneVjR4m_8/s72-c/Isaiah4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-5642286687527159479</id><published>2010-08-10T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T20:16:18.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='He provides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorial Box Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlee'/><title type='text'>Meet Charlee Louise Nja Kugenda</title><content type='html'>For awhile now I have been feeling like I &lt;em&gt;needed&lt;/em&gt; a puppy :) So for my birthday I started leaving hints. Little hints here and little hints there....I started praying that God would provide a puppy and He would direct me to the right one.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want the excitment to seem like "yes this is it" when really God had something way better in store. So I prayed and prayed and looked everywhere,craigslist and ebay pets,news papers galore...Sunday after have searching for months I felt I should look on craigslist again so again I loaded the web page and waited and waited.....ughh it sometimes my internet is so slow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I felt God said to search in a near by town about an hour away....I thought, 'Why? This town won't have anything' but still I felt God said to search so I loaded the page....Wow! There I saw an ad for two poodles {toy} just what I had searched and searched for!! I quickly dashed an email to the seller requesting some pics. With in about an hour the pics were there of some adorable poodles. I was like wow are they not cute??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we made the trip to go shopping and happened to set up a time to drop by and meet these sweet fuzzy friends!! The seller told me that now he only had one and it was the girl - the very one I had thought was the cutest...We met her she was precious I grabbed her and instantly she cuddled into my arms and looked up at me. I knew she was what I had prayed for!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please meet my sweet new puppy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charlee Louise Nja Kugenda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charlee - meaning: Free Girl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Louise- meaning: Famous Warrior &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really just loved the name Charlee Louise its just cute the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;next part is special cause it's in Luganda:) Uganda's native language:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nja Kugenda -meaning: &lt;em&gt;I shall Go&lt;/em&gt; (significant for me going to Uganda)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now meet my puppy=]]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TGIPVYV8RmI/AAAAAAAAAWE/s6BwoX4wFrI/s1600/me+and+her+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503978554586318434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TGIPVYV8RmI/AAAAAAAAAWE/s6BwoX4wFrI/s400/me+and+her+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Where's Charlee?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TGIPVNPz2yI/AAAAAAAAAV8/YzBSMyyoGp4/s1600/me+and+her.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503978551607810850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TGIPVNPz2yI/AAAAAAAAAV8/YzBSMyyoGp4/s400/me+and+her.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my sweet new puppy:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503976863691920274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TGINy9RTU5I/AAAAAAAAAV0/vKfF3EmIAWc/s400/summer+2010+760.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503976849797365186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TGINyJglPcI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Y1wFUW7o_EY/s400/summer+2010+749.JPG" /&gt; Isn't she cute I think she looks darling with the bow but apparently she doesn't like it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TGINx7X5H4I/AAAAAAAAAVk/Py8Wu6vr4A4/s1600/summer+2010+743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503976846002823042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TGINx7X5H4I/AAAAAAAAAVk/Py8Wu6vr4A4/s400/summer+2010+743.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503976830884549970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TGINxDDalVI/AAAAAAAAAVc/-_65UFKlNEo/s400/summer+2010+738.JPG" /&gt;she is precious and snuggles and snuggles she is so content and cuddlie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be putting a small figure of a puppy for my Memorial Box:) to remember how He cares about just the little things in life that you desire and how He provided!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://aplacecalledsimplicity.blogspot.com/search/label/Memorial%20Box"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q220/Evrynamesbnused/membox.jpg" width="260" height="195" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 37:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-5642286687527159479?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/5642286687527159479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=5642286687527159479' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/5642286687527159479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/5642286687527159479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2010/08/meet-charlee-louise-nja-kugenda.html' title='Meet Charlee Louise Nja Kugenda'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TGIPVYV8RmI/AAAAAAAAAWE/s6BwoX4wFrI/s72-c/me+and+her+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-236299784298545257</id><published>2010-07-27T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T12:59:39.083-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orphans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uganda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><title type='text'>This is why I know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is why I know that I have to go...This is why I know  God is calling me there. This is why I know that he has called me for a specific purpose to defend the orphans and widows in there distress..To go to them and love on them and show them that God loves them.. This is why I know...This is why I know that you have called me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498673197396597954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TE82I8rJHMI/AAAAAAAAAVU/tZAfxO94298/s400/my+uganda.jpg" /&gt;                                          ( these little guys are in northern Uganda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-236299784298545257?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/236299784298545257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=236299784298545257' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/236299784298545257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/236299784298545257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-is-why-i-know.html' title='This is why I know...'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TE82I8rJHMI/AAAAAAAAAVU/tZAfxO94298/s72-c/my+uganda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-3684378508528143893</id><published>2010-07-20T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T15:01:25.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><title type='text'>Ever feel like....</title><content type='html'>EVER FEEL LIKE JUST BECAUSE YOU WANT TO....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.noaanews.noaa.gov/stories2008/images/ocean1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RIGHT NOW YOU'D REALLY LIKE TO JUMP ON A &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 420px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://images.watoday.com.au/2009/03/24/430233/plane-emirates-420x0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND GO TO SOME WHERE FAR FAR AWAY....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ACROSS THE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://ghostradio.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/ocean-water1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I was to go right now anywhere this is where I would go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd arrive in Uganda..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd junp on a Boda...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I'd tell them where to go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would run inside and sign myself in as a volunteer id print my name so clearly so that someday I could look back and see just how many times my name was in that book...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would run through the orphanage and franticly search for my Martha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'd grab her and hug her tight and id tell her how much I missed her and wish that she had someone that would love her and call her there own. I love you Martha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 395px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496111186794330818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TEYcATbtOsI/AAAAAAAAAVM/7GndG_jmPkc/s400/summer+2010+691.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I miss you.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-3684378508528143893?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/3684378508528143893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=3684378508528143893' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/3684378508528143893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/3684378508528143893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2010/07/ever-feel-like.html' title='Ever feel like....'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TEYcATbtOsI/AAAAAAAAAVM/7GndG_jmPkc/s72-c/summer+2010+691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-2531026664639257735</id><published>2010-07-11T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T20:12:27.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uganda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><title type='text'>Uganda Bombings kill 64...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TDqHrl1_dgI/AAAAAAAAAU8/yyYcXRR5YZQ/s1600/Uganda+Summer+2010+102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492851878494434818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TDqHrl1_dgI/AAAAAAAAAU8/yyYcXRR5YZQ/s400/Uganda+Summer+2010+102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              ( note this picture is one of mine from Uganda summer 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today in Kampala Uganda..while watching the world cup 64+ people in two different locations were enjoying the game,I imagine they were laughing and cheering,some were talking to family,others to friends.Some were sipping coke. and others just relaxing and getting into the game. one moment they were here the next moment a blast went off and they were gone. 64 people died today in the bombings in Kampala Uganda. One bombing was at a rugby club the other at an Ethiopian restaurant. My heart is sad.. I dont know if I knew any of them who passed away today or even have just met several.. Please pray with me for there families and loved ones.. The link for the story is below..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/38194835/ns/world_news-africa"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/38194835/ns/world_news-africa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-2531026664639257735?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/2531026664639257735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=2531026664639257735' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/2531026664639257735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/2531026664639257735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2010/07/uganda-bombings-kill-64.html' title='Uganda Bombings kill 64...'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TDqHrl1_dgI/AAAAAAAAAU8/yyYcXRR5YZQ/s72-c/Uganda+Summer+2010+102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-7811503380687457058</id><published>2010-06-01T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T08:56:47.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uganda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From My Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th trip to UGANDA'/><title type='text'>From My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TAUcOSlQ_wI/AAAAAAAAAUs/vyyTWMRxvc4/s1600/Uganda+Summer+2010+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477815553597964034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TAUcOSlQ_wI/AAAAAAAAAUs/vyyTWMRxvc4/s400/Uganda+Summer+2010+060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I sit here today my mind goes back to where it was just a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;It goes back to Uganda. Not just any part of Uganda,my Uganda. It instantly makes me remember the sights and the sounds of driving in to the city that day. As I sit in the Taxi that day I can smell the rotting garbage. As you breath in, the exhaust of the vehicles gets caught in your lungs and as I let out a breath I sigh with a smile I am back in my Uganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the taxi starts nearing the city, you start little by little to see more and more people, your mind wonders to where are they all going today? Then you have to think well where am I going? My Friend Jessica who lives in Uganda I once asked her that question where are they all going? She simply replied "they are all just trying to make today". You see in the Western World we have the conveniences of having a sure set amount you will make at the end of your pay period. You have the ability to know and be reassured so that you have the freedom to buy food....as you need it or want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is not the story in Uganda. You see there they work everyday just to survive. They have no idea if they will even have enough to feed their family that night. For the vendors selling bananas or mangos what they make is what will feed their babies and children at home. It they don't make enough they won't get to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Uganda Go Team 2010 was finished eating lunch down town Kampala, we started walking towards our taxi. As we all started to pile in, I looked over and saw 3 ladies who were vendors. They had all sorts of fruit in there baskets. The look in the lady's eyes who had bananas in her basket was deep. You could see the pain. You could see the worry. You could see through her as if she was saying please just buy one banana. As I looked at the bananas I noticed that they have started to rot. At the same time my dad also noticed her. The sadness. The pain. He walked over and dropped some coins in her hand. She smiled....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many people in Uganda just trying to survive. They are just like this lady I wrote about. Like all the people going in to the city just trying to find work so they can make money to feed there family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we sit in our nice comfortable house with a pantry of food with all the modern conveniences I think of the lady who has to wonder the streets hoping, praying that tonight she can feed her family. How can we complain about making dinner again? When we think of the people who wish they had food to make dinner. How can we complain about washing dishes again, when we think of the people in Uganda just wishing they had a dirty dish to wash? Think of these people,think of the lady with the banana's and pray that today they can feed their families. My heart is heavy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-7811503380687457058?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/7811503380687457058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=7811503380687457058' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/7811503380687457058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/7811503380687457058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2010/06/from-my-heart.html' title='From My Heart'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/TAUcOSlQ_wI/AAAAAAAAAUs/vyyTWMRxvc4/s72-c/Uganda+Summer+2010+060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-8745281612354295063</id><published>2010-05-26T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T08:33:51.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th trip to UGANDA'/><title type='text'>Shouldn't Have Blinked</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I arrived home from Uganda. I still can't believe that it went so fast. The two weeks in Uganda seemed to fly by without even taking a breath. It seems like I just blinked and it was over. But I have the memories and the pictures to prove that I was actually in Uganda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While in Uganda I wanted to blog my whole trip but everytime I tried the computer center would be closed or the internet wouldn't load blogger. It was so frustrating! So I'll just have to rely on my journal and my memory and tell the stories now. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loaded all my photos to my computer and I have about 2000 so I should have enough stories for a long time:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traveling day One Part One :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I thought I'd start with the traveling the first day the trip started&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was Wednesday morning at 3am that my alarm began to beep like crazy. For a split second I debated to continue sleeping then remembered that I was leaving for Uganda so up I jumped, showered and threw in the remaining items before zipping up my two suit cases. I ran down stairs where the team was little by little beginning to show up. No one seemed tired - the anticipation was in the air! We left the house at 4am and drove to Albuquerque, New Mexico where our flight would fly out at 10:40am to Los Angeles. Then a 5 hour lay over and then a 15 hour flight to Dubai. Followed by another 12 hour lay over. On to Ethopia, then on to Uganda. Lots of flights in just 2 days of non-stop traveling.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475586995672035714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/S_0xXJXHsYI/AAAAAAAAAUM/hd5rtSwhG3A/s400/Uganda+May+2010+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Los Angeles on our layover my sweet friend Vanessa got to have her first Starbucks ever!!! It was a big moment as she is 18! My family, well we're addicted to coffee, so I had to post a picture - besides she reads my blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we arrived in Dubai we found some taxies and split up. While driving we passed the worlds tallest building - it was ummmm really tall! We had a hotel that the airlines gave us some rooms in to sleep since it was such a long layover. We were all starving and it was 10:30 at night. Two of the adults decided to walk and buy some pizza at a Pizza Hut down the road. Too dangerous for fifteen people to walk, so we opted for just two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 424px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475587003095666242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/S_0xXlBDTkI/AAAAAAAAAUU/_iwpnSewMOs/s400/Uganda+May+2010+076.JPG" /&gt;After dinner or a midnight snack we slept a little then got up to head back to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on we flew to Ethiopia and then Uganda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Ethiopia they don't allow you to leave the plane so we sat there for like 2 hours and made friends with all the fellow passengers! Finally we were in the air again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uganda was getting so close people were getting itchy! I had a window seat and was sitting next to Josh and a Ugandan man. The faces of the team was priceless - everyone was excited as the wheels on the airplane hit the run way. We were there!! We had made it to Uganda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475587011652166562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/S_0xYE5FI6I/AAAAAAAAAUc/2JMfesHpqcI/s400/Uganda+May+2010+129.JPG" /&gt; Uganda From the plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-8745281612354295063?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/8745281612354295063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=8745281612354295063' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/8745281612354295063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/8745281612354295063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2010/05/shouldnt-have-blinked.html' title='Shouldn&apos;t Have Blinked'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/S_0xXJXHsYI/AAAAAAAAAUM/hd5rtSwhG3A/s72-c/Uganda+May+2010+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-4545455236831669119</id><published>2010-05-15T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T10:53:43.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer needed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uganda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Quick Update:)</title><content type='html'>Quick update I have to go people are calling me internet is slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for all the prayers!!&lt;br /&gt;The flights were amazing!!!!!!!!!! You all are such a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will post for real:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be praying for health for the team people have been getting sick the devil has been attacking us!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you goodnight everyone from Uganda:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-4545455236831669119?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/4545455236831669119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=4545455236831669119' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/4545455236831669119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/4545455236831669119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2010/05/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update:)'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-850345433167869087</id><published>2010-05-12T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T15:40:29.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missions trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uganda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th trip to UGANDA'/><title type='text'>Waiting in the airport</title><content type='html'>Hey my sweet bloggy friends!! I just wanted to ask you all to pray for our flights! We started out this morning by leaving my house at 4 am! Then it was a 4 hour trip to the ABQ New Mexico airport then we had to check in and board the plane for LA. We have been sitting around for about 5 hours here we were able to grab a quick lunch and meet up with /have a girl from Canada named Joanna who is going to Uganda with us :)&lt;div&gt;The team and I are sitting in the Los Angeles Airport about to board the plane for Dubai then we spend the night there and then in the morning continue on to Uganda!!  I am not a huge fan of flying anymore since the fire, so I wanted to ask you all? to please be praying for the flights for smooth and not bumpy flights that God would hold it steady in his hand and that he would provide and open up doors for us to talk to people on our flight!! Thanks sweet friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Emma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-850345433167869087?l=emonamission.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/feeds/850345433167869087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2449959397568854582&amp;postID=850345433167869087' title='57 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/850345433167869087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2449959397568854582/posts/default/850345433167869087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emonamission.blogspot.com/2010/05/waiting-in-airport.html' title='Waiting in the airport'/><author><name>EmONAMISSION</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397209141327181798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yrbl-qwci4M/SCEVtpsqO8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/rmAfpyyufww/S220/me+ashlee+42.jpg'/></author><thr:total>57</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2449959397568854582.post-3752660568106579920</id><published>2010-04-28T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T10:01:00.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missions trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th trip to UGANDA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project Prayer Rag Dolls'/><title type='text'>336 hours</title><content type='html'>Today is gorgeous here. Beautiful and sunny! But the best part is that its only 14 days or two weeks or 336 hours, away from Uganda!! I am so excited for this year - to see what God has in store for us! I have been busy in preparing some things for Uganda. This time we are taking some mission dolls from blog friends - which I am so stinkin' excited about! (Pictures soon!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time in Uganda we will be finishing building the room we worked on last year along with painting the boys room and dining room/living room. We will also possibly be planting some more trees:) We as a team will be doing a crusade one of the nights! While my Dad will be leading a pastors conference, I will be leading the VBS for the village kids with some of the team. Others will be working on the building. :) In the evenings and on some full days we will be going to work in orphanages which is my favorite part:) At Sanyu Babies home we get to tuck the kids in to bed every night:)) It's just the very best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited for this trip and to see what God will have us do and do through us!&lt;br /&gt;Please keep the Uganda Go Team 2010 in your prayers! As some of us still have more funds needed which needs a lot of prayer. Please pray that God would prepare our teams hearts for Uganda!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2449959397568854582-3752660568106579920?l=emonamission.blogs
