My
creativity is waning and each evening that I sit down to write a post, I
plan something brief and to the point, as if each day was the same as
the last. But as I relive the events of the day, my
memories of different moments are poignant and the words it takes to
recreate them seem to swell my journal entries once again. Bare with me, I can hardly crop out one single thing.
Today though I will let the pictures speak for themselves except for a few notables. The
plumber needed the water turned off for a bit and I don’t know how you
do that, but our secret agent just climbed the water tower, in the
pouring rain, no less, and was accused of exposing his top secret
training. The computer table is coming along and the builders today graduated from sawing and nailing to using the drill. Cookie
dough that had been the fridge overnight, was less than cold because
the power has been very weak for 2 days. But a rolling pin and cookie
cutters created the first batch of baked sugar cookies. The power did not effect the “garage” art studio one bit and the drama center carried on with tricks of the theater industry. Crafts were a hit, which was great because the low power would not allow the computers to boot up completely. Devotions were shared among team leaders and a family meeting was held after Uncle Evan’s rehearsed a new song with our kids.
A celebration style lunch was
served, dishes were washed and two couples headed off to visit a baby’s
home nearby ,that’s when the fun really began. We divided up into two teams of 15 each and began field day games of every thing we could think of. Water balloon toss, three legged races, piggy back ride races, water relay’s and finally the slip n slide. That cheering and celebration you heard back in the states in the middle of your night??? That was us! Squealing and screaming and running and dancing in victory? That was only the beginning! The
joy was palpable and we would have carried on into the evening, except
that there were a couple of stops to make on the way back to the hotel
and dinner waiting for us.
The team, sans board members, headed out for pizza. Yep, real live Italian style pizza has invaded Jinja, who would have guessed? If I ever get here and see a Starbucks though, somebody’s gonna pay. I love a good coffee, but please commercialism stay put and don’t wreck this paradise of simple living.
Our board met with our house mom for some heart to heart and encouragement, sharing visions and perspective. We love her. God chose her and then he keeps reaffirming it over and over again. We prayed for strength, a filling of the spirit, perseverance and direction for the future. I know He’ll lead and strengthen, fill and give endurance. Its His ministry, His house and His love and purpose.
Get a glimpse at our day...spend some time really staring into the faces you see. Its hope, redemption and a cause for celebration.
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