This is where I get red and apologize for not blogging for over a month.
Blogging has taken low priority. It’s easier for me to quickly upload a picture to Facebook, write a sentence or two about it and click, it’s finished. So, if you want a better glimpse of what’s been going on since, ahem, March 9 — head on over to my FB page. You’ll get some snapshots at least.
We are wrapping up our time here in Uganda. Less than a week left. It’s going to be hard to say goodbye. Really, really hard. Over and over again, we thank God for allowing us to come to Africa. It’s been a gift, one of the best gifts of our life. And now, it’s nearing the time we carefully hand the gift back to God and walk away.
Words cannot express the thankfulness for this gift of being able to love on the children. And maybe that’s one reason why my blog is silent – words just aren’t there to express the gift… the journey.

But, you are at home wanting to know what is happening in our lives. You are the ones who sent us here, and we want to honor you with the knowing. And so, here I am finding words again.
Or maybe I’ll have to just tell in pictures for now. Because I just spent the last ten minutes staring at the screen, and I really want to post this tonight. I can at least talk about those moments that take your breath away– and make you know you are created to be right here, right now.
Teaching class in the afternoon. Those moments when the children are listening and soaking what you say up like a sponge. And even the moments when they are not and you feel like pulling out your hair.

Painting murals on the wall. Those moments when the children’s eyes light up when they see their bare walls transformed into a happy scene of monkeys and lions and elephants. ( We painted two exact murals in the both boys room, a monkey holding balloons over a doorway, a monkey with flowers in the girls room and are now working on a bunch of flying balloons in the babies room. Hopefully, I will post more pictures of them all sometime. )

Playing in the field with the kids. Those moments when the kids tear across the field like cheetahs and you wonder if they ever get tired.

Giving art lessons to the kids. Those moments when they are covered with paint and the world is perfect.

Teaching a lesson on “speaking life” into the children. Those moments when you see the “light bulbs” go off in the staff and you realize they are understanding.

Enjoying lunch with friends. Those moments when you are thankful for all the beautiful, big-hearted people in this world.

Going to the village. Those moments when you stand under the bright blue sky with the man you love and you realize that you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world but right there in the heart of Africa with him.

I’m thankful for the gift of moments.
My prayer for you, friend:
I pray your day is full of beautiful moments, and as you stumble upon the gift of a beautiful moment, you capture it with a thankful heart and allow the gift to change you ever.