The Epic Adventure is Over

I am tired of telling sad stories.  Though at times therapeutic, telling your story makes it real, concrete, and final.    

Recently, Grief has knocked heavily upon my door.  She has been a constant visitor and one I have shrugged off for almost a year.  Strength has been my best friend.  She has cheered me and journeyed with me each step of this Epic Adventure.  Grief was not welcomed or wanted.   Nor did I have any time to entertain her.  There were children to bathe, clothes and dishes to wash (by hand mind you)–and there were stories to be read and boo boos to kiss.  I kept Grief at bay.  Even at the “end” of our journey with our Ugandan kiddos…(if you missed that chapter you can learn more about it here)…Grief was not invited to the party because Hope had made her way to the forefront of the story line.  Hope was carrying a banner waving, “Justice.”  Her message comforted me.  But a few weeks ago Heartbreak and Sorrow delivered a message of gut-wrenching proportion.  They said that the two little ones we thought we protected and placed into good hands were actually taken back by Evil hands…ones not to be trusted.  Trafficking hands that were protected by the police and bribery and social status.  Reunification failed.  Corruption, culture, and paternal biological “rights” all took precedence over the lives of precious little ones I love.

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My Prayers Aren’t Big Enough…

Not my typical blog post…I almost didn’t post it for fear that I just couldn’t hear my voice in the text.  But it is a story worth telling, so grab a cup of coffee and let’s hang out!   

About 3 weeks ago I started to feel a little flu-ish with a touch of fever and headache. I walked myself to the clinic and sure enough tested positive for the infamous…malaria.

Later I found out it was severe malaria–like the kind that kills people.   Of course it was.  I couldn’t have the cute simple-to- treat malaria.  In Uganda we seem to like to go big or go home…and typically we just go big.    

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Rakes, Breaks and the Messes We Makes…

My grandma lived through the great depression.  She was one of the most resourceful people I have ever met.  She reused and recycled everything.  She would put her ziploc bags through the dish washer.  She was hard core…and I used to think a tad extremist.   
Here in Uganda I see a similar type of resourcefulness.  I have watched things break and typically when we (westerners) would jump in the car and run out to Target or Home Depot…my Ugandan friends…re-use, recycle, and repair the problem.  
Living five hours from a legit grocery store…there is no quick trip to Walmart, therefore we have had to become quite thrifty…and I am better for it.  It all started back in Kampala when I saw Godffrey fixing his red rake that had broken in 1/2.  Instead of running in to the store for a new one…a well deserved new one…as he rakes the lawn every day with a very questionable and rickety rake; on that beautiful spring day I found him cutting piping to put his rake back together.  

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Feelin’ Lucky?

Most human beings strive for some semblance of control in their world.  We cannot control the weather, the traffic, the way our boss treats us, or the fact that our child brings lice home from school.  We can control our Facebook page, what we eat or drink, how we treat others, and the tidiness of our kitchen.  

Some people have stronger control issues than others.  None of us like to admit we are control freaks.  Some of us (aka: me) are trying to recover from a nasty case of ECI.  (Extreme Control Issues.)  By the way, this is my totally made up thing!  Control issues manifest themselves in domineering mothers, authoritarian fathers, manipulative sisters, and bullying brothers.  Control issues can be discrete.  Control issues can come in the form of eating disorders…or can create them.  (Again no data, just years of observation and personal experience.)   

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