You are my Sunshine

Back to some summer posts!

Uganda was hard. I cannot lie and say that every second I wanted to be there. Sure, I was always grateful for the experience. But I cannot say that every night I would go to bed glad to be surrounded by a mosquito net in the outskirts of Uganda. And I cannot say that every morning I would wake up ready to tackle another day of interviews, dirt, sweat, and Uganda.

But I sure had some people that made it easier on me! And I thanked my dear Heavenly Father for them every day and night, because without the sweet faces of the children that greeted me on my morning venture to the outhouse (glamorous right...), I don't think I could have done it.

There were these two sweet families that lived behind our toilet. I never really met the fathers, were there fathers? Pretty typical of Uganda I guess. But holy cow did these families amaze me. They worked so hard, every one of them. One of my favorite memories was when Rachel and I woke up and they ambushed us into cracking g-nuts with them. One of those moments I felt a little at home.


This was easily my favorite thing. I have always loved Little Rascals and so I taught them their club sign. So that became our morning wave.

They surely were my sunshine. And I pray for the day when I will see them again.

This was the day we left our little town in Iganga :( we gave these two families everything we could leave behind. I've never seen anyone so grateful.

They were watching us pack through our window. It literally hurt to leave them.

Most of these sweet, young children don't even go to school. Their Mother's would do anything to give them that opportunity but it is just too expensive for them. 

The second I begin to whine about school I hope these faces pop into my head. Because I am getting an education that most would give anything for. 

And these mothers really do give EVERYTHING to send at least one child to school. I watched it. I watched a 10 year old son slowly read to his mom who has never learned how to read even a word of English, let alone how to speak it. The pride in her eyes as her son read to her was priceless. 

Beautiful, selfless Fawuza

This lady I speak of was our cook for our time in Uganda. Her name was Fawuza and i'll never forget her and all she did for us. One night she even brought me and Rachel her prized traditional dresses to try on. It was truly an honor.

But even more, it was an honor to be accepted by these people. They took us in and became our family for the short time we were there. And i'm grateful for the sweet sunshine they brought to those 3 months.