We're all someone's daughter...we're all someone's son
Over the past 5 months I’ve been struck by the reality that there are generations of people in Uganda who are just like their parents. They too are someone’s daughter…someone’s son. They’ve known neglect and so they neglect. They know abandonment and a lack of love, so they abandon, and fail to love. They’ve been cheated and exploited for gain, so they cheat and exploit. They become their parents…and on and on. Uganda is drowning for lack of heroic, godly, caring, strong, Biblical fathers.
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100 and CountingWe’ve now been on the ground in Uganda for exactly one month. I’ve learned a lot…I’m learning a lot. Here’s the first 50 of my top 100 things I’m learning.
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100 and Counting(continued)51. Taco does NOT mean taco. (So don’t say taco…trust me on this one) 52. Cheddar cheese does not exist, so when you find out that it does exist at one store, and there’s one brand and one package of that brand, you may or may not be...
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How do you measure a life?As we are in our last week in the United States there is a lot going through my heart and mind. There are a thousand tiny details to still get ironed out. There’s the actual...
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