
Let me begin by saying I am sincerely sorry to any who have visited my blog over the past month and found it sadly neglected. I’m almost positive it is nearly moth eaten by now. Rather than give a exact report of everything that has happened in April (because there is too much to tell) I will share some things, and pray for God’s grace to update more in the future.

Since the last time I wrote, Carly and I have begun our discipleship program, both with the girls at Victor’s School and a group of women in a sister church in a town called Namataba. We have had one meeting at Victor’s and two in Namataba. It is not an easy thing for me to speak in front of people, and afterwards I feel how little I am, but I know that is good, and I’m trusting that my littleness is magnifying God’s bigness (if that makes sense). This weekend we have two more meetings that you could be praying for – Friday here at the school and Saturday in Namataba. Pray that God is magnified, and that I would rest in the very gospel I’m speaking, even as I speak it.
Another main event has been the making of the library, which we started this week. I have a feeling it is going to be wonderful. There are some pictures floating around somewhere, and when I find them, I will share them with you. The floor is finished, and this week Carly and I and the pastor from the church in Namataba who is also a painter, began work on the walls. There was much sanding, cutting in, painting, and re-painting. The walls are now complete, except for on wall which I get the opportunity to paint a mural on. I am quiet excited about that. It is something that I never thought I’d get the opportunity to do. God is good.
Last but not least, this weekend Carly an I were in our first Ugandan wedding. An unforgettable day to be sure! It began in the salon at 7:00am where we had a breakfast of metoke and were all “dolled up.” Let me tell you, muzungu (white person) hair in a black salon has some pretty serious side effects. I realized very early on that their only concept of straightening hair was to add as much grease as possible to it. So after washing (with much conditioner), and adding curlers (along with several types of oils), and styling (where more oil was plastered on) I felt like the female version of Danny Zuko. It was one of those moments where you either embrace it, or experience the darker emotions of the heart, and while I did a bit of both, I finished the time at the salon feeling I had not choice but to embrace each and every Ugandan moment and enjoy the day. We left the salon at 12:30 (the wedding was meant to begin at 11:00) and arrived at the church at 1:00 in true Ugandan style. We followed the lead of the other maids and made it safely down the aisle, praise God. That set the pattern throughout the day – follow the lead of the person in front of you and go with the flow. After the ceremony were pictures and after pictures were more pictures and after those we finally arrived at the reception where there were speeches, dancing, cake, and metoke, rice, and some kind of very yummy meat. Altogether it was a very blessed day and a memorable one at that. As soon as pictures surface, I will share those as well.
Thank you so much for your continued prayers. May God bless you. I will make my best effort to give small updates every now and again. Thank you for being patient with me ^_^
Easter Sunday was very nice. After worshiping with the members of True Vine and enjoying the children’s smart easter clothing, we visited Pastor Stephen’s house for lunch. It was lovely to spend time with him and his wife, Jessica. They are a beautiful, faithful couple who have given their lives completely for the children God has called them to serve.

Several days ago, we learned how to wash clothes – the real way. Having no previous training in the ways of hand washing, we decided to risk complete failure and figure it out for ourselves. So there we are, going at it, swishing our sheets in a basin of soapy water, when our friend from Gulu, Morine (who is about 12 or 13 by the way) comes in to visit us. She stands there for a moment before saying, “Can I help you?” You could almost hear the pity in her voice. We asked if she would teach us, and she most graciously did so. I am not joking – this girl is an amazing women. I was deeply humbled that day, in the very best way. Morine scrubbed and wrung our sheets like a machine. As we attempted to copy what she did, she would look at what we were doing and say, “Oh” with the slightest hints of sympathy and dismay in her voice. But she was very patient with us and “somehow” she “managed to teach us.” Soon our friend Janet was helping as well. and they both made a potentially disheartening situation fun and uplifting.
The second exciting experience of the past few days – the slaughtering of this unfortunate chicken. Carly did the honors and I filmed. The next one is mind. It will suffice to say that there was blood and feathers and post mortem flapping. The accomplishment tasted better than the bird itself which turned out to be a rooster and therefore was more sparse and tough than usual. But it was overall a rewarding experience.
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Last post was at the two week mark. This post is at the two day mark. Two weeks felt like two days. But here we are. In two days, we go to Uganda at last.
