September 25, 2015

WHAT IS HOME



Over the years "home" has become something different. Home is no longer an actual house with walls and a roof. Home is where my family is. Home is when we are all together. Home has literally become "where the heart is". 

A few weeks ago I was asked to pick one word that reminded me of home…it got me thinking about all the things that draw me back to that place of safety and love. That feeling when something reminds you of home and you are instantly caught in a daydream of memories, there really is nothing better. A few things that remind me of “home” are,

The smell of a campfire
Inside/stupid jokes
Moving boxes
Suitcases
Waiting till it’s almost Christmas day to FINALLY buy a tree!

Veggie stir-fry (and how much it bothered my older brother when that is what we would have for dinner)
Laughing till my stomach hurts

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September 07, 2015

WHAT UGANDA TAUGHT ME

"Hope. It is the only thing stronger than fear."



Lately I’ve been feeling pathetic, lazy, and even a tad worthless. I look back on my life and according to the world’s standards I don’t have much to say for myself. I have no diplomas, scholarships, job opportunities, savings account or anything to show for myself…I let that get to me and oh, what a huge mistake that was!

I have come to realize that I have something worth so much more. I have a heart that is filled to overflowing with love. I have a memory of her first word; I have the memory of holding back tears as she called me “mama”, I have so many memories that I wouldn’t trade for the world. When people ask me what I’ve been up to over the past year I simply say “I’ve been living in Uganda” but that does not do it justice. 

Over the past year I have learnt how to open my heart to the lonely and forgotten.

I have learnt how to say goodbye even when I don’t want to.

I have learnt to let go and allow Gods will to happen.

I have learnt how to care for the child who is hard to love.

I have learnt how to hope.

I have learnt how hard it is to have those you love ripped from you forever.

I have learnt that I do have a voice and that I can stand up for those who can’t stand up for themselves.

Most importantly, I have learnt to trust God and let me tell you, it’s not easy…

I struggle

I fail

I hurt

I fall to my knees in tears…

And after all of this, after all of the heartache, pain and doubt God is there.

He lifts me up, he holds me close and whispers that all is well.

I still have days where I feel anger towards what happened. I still have moments where I cry, feelings of worry entering me but I no longer let it bring me down. I now choose to hold onto that hope.

Hope, faith and trust. Those three words describe my time in Uganda.

It’s not always easy for me to publish personal posts and put my thoughts out here for others to read. I hope that by me sharing a glimpse of my experiences and my feelings I can inspire others to hold onto hope. Turn to God, have faith in his plan, believe that everything will work out…and if it doesn’t work out the way you want, don’t give up…continue believing, continue hoping, continuing praying…I promise you that God will never leave you alone. I promise.


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