I am not dirty anymore. Not like I have been. Especially the last few weeks. There is no longer dirt under my nails that I can’t keep out and my feet aren’t covered with red dust from dancing in the dirt beside children orphaned by the LRA. I am not using a bucket of water […]

Where do I begin? So much in my heart and only a few minutes to blog…. Do I begin with the baby orphanage? When asked their greatest need and mentioned clothes, Sister Francis laughed.  “You know – it is the belly. The babies do not care if they are naked. Theycare if they have nothing […]

There is nothing quite like an African welcome. Whether it’s waking up in the morning to the loud noises of all the hustle and bustle that is an African city. Boda Bodas speeding down the road. Vans honking their horns at them to get out of their way. Music blasting from the shops along the […]

It’s becoming old hat. I wonder where that phrase came from. I don’t know, but I hope it never applies to me. Driving down this Ugandan road to Gulu from Lira coming from Kampala after Entebee… and Amsterdam….and Detroit…. from Nashville. In three days. I have started coming up by myself a few days before […]

There is a story of a little girl in Congo. Her name is Yvette. When she was two years old she was found in the bush bleeding. Her mother picked her up and placed her in the arms of a man who was visiting the country. She had been raped by rebel soldiers. I saw […]