Leaving the Funk Behind…

Survival Mode best describes many of the days I have lived in Uganda.  

Some days our family enjoyed nutritious meals, followed by solid homeschool academics, coupled with patient parenting, sprinkled with kind, encouraging words, and we finished with long night time prayers prayed, songs sung and backs scratched.

Other days were filled with junk food, followed by no school, coupled with quick tempered, harsh parenting, sprinkled with irritable and snippy responses, and we finished with a super fast Hail Mary tossed in with the quickest night time song I could think to sing, and no backs were scratched. 

Yep.  Not proud of it…just honest.

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A Man Shaped Hole in My Heart

Out of the past 117 days my hubby has spent only 21 with our family.  

When we said for better or worse I can assure you, this was never on my timeline!  If you told me Chris and I would spend 96 days apart I would have explained you have the wrong marriage.  In fact, for those who truly know me, they know I am a MUCH better person when Chris is around.  Anyone questioning this stop no further than our children and they will tell you–mom is just better with dad.

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