After nearly two weeks in Uganda, it is amazingly sweet to be back home with my people! My heart felt fit to burst when I came down the airport escalator and could see my girls running and jumping at the bottom. We are not meant to be apart, my people and I...
Though the anticipation of the time away was hardest on my biggest, my littlest seemed to have taken it most personally. Formerly a mama's girl, she spent our first little while back together screaming for her daddy, refusing to let me hold her, and kicking at me when I offered her anything.
But then I gave her some chocolate and all was forgiven. Now we're best buds again. (And if that isn't proof she is her mother's child...)
I had anticipated having time to write and post while we were in country, but the better plan was to spend every waking moment going and doing and seeing and serving. I jotted notes as we went along and took lots of pictures, so hopefully I can begin processing all of that and share here soon. I loved seeing and experiencing Uganda from a perspective apart from being in orphanages and dealing with the government. There were many aspects of Ugandan culture, specifically among the women, that completely took me by surprise.
It was such a sweet time being around so many Ugandan mamas. They are so beautiful, so loving, and so much fun to be around. These ladies are strong and brave and endure more hardship on a daily basis than most of us will ever see in a lifetime. Every single time we would be with a group of expectant mothers, I would tear up a bit when thinking about the statistics of Ugandan mothers who die in childbirth and realizing how that would affect each crowd of women. Which of the women before me would be among those who wouldn't survive childbirth...would it be that stunningly gorgeous mother in the gold head scarf? The one in the green dress on the front row who was pregnant with twins? The young mother in the red dress who was so enamored with the little girl in her arms that she never stopped touching and tending to her? The woman who giggled when I took her picture and then showed her how beautiful she was? What about the 13-year-old rape victim at a crisis pregnancy center?
I was constantly amazed that this place is so choked with death yet also so full of new life. What a joy and honor it was to be allowed the privilege of crossing their paths. To my 40 donors, I cannot thank you enough for supporting this effort to serve Ugandan women. Every single time I met a mother or handed out a mama kit, I thought of you all and how grateful I am that you considered this mission and these women worthy of your financial support.
More soon, friends. I hope you won't tire of it before my mind and heart finish working through it all!