Meet Zeus

Driving through Entebbe, Kampala, Lugazi, Jinja…maybe any town in Uganda…the scene smacks familiar.  Men, women and children everywhere on the streets are walking, sitting, standing…just…milling. There’s not exactly excess in the way of job opportunity.  Cultivating technical skills and any education requires fees for the schools attended.  Riding on a boda through a typical Ugandan town, you see might see…

It’s Not About The Shoes

‘…and it’s not even about the shoes alone.  It’s about fulfilling God’s purpose for this phase of my life…’  ~Asher Collie, founder of Sole Hope and all-around beautiful human   Mo | Logan | Cara | Wynne| Erika | Carey be sure to follow all the other amazing gals on our trip by clicking this link: ‪#‎bloghope…

The Full Extent of Love

For almost six months now I’ve been explaining to people about what it is that Sole Hope does. Only just today in the village of Bibbo did I fully understand. We traveled through an emerald forest of countryside slashed here and there with roads carved out of that famous red Ugandan dirt.  Fields of wild sugar cane butted right up next to a thick scattering of pine trees so…

I See You

I almost missed you… …with your mouth pressed tight and your face set in bravery.  Your dark eyes holding a question…full, then leaking, on the outside corners and down your neck.  You sat so patiently, your hands, gripping your stool, eagerly submitting to a painful procedure for relief from the crippling pain in your feet.  You whispered your name hoarsely, said you were eight.  You got new shoes…

Important Things We Can Learn From Children

A lot I don’t think we give children the credit they merit.  In the busyness of life, they sometimes become these little wild things that don’t stay in the box when we need them to most.  So we press and stuff and wheedle and yell at them to ‘Get back in your box!’  Granted, the metaphorical (please, please know this is just a metaphor) box is there for…

The One About My Trip To Africa

I read good books with a highlighter.  A couple of months ago, I read one that nearly dried a new one out. But I am just me.  I am not fancy and able. (from the book Anything by Jennie Allen)  While this quote encapsulates me in a way no quote ever has, the part that is missing insinuates willingness. When I decided to start this blog, I did so with…

Big Buts

My esteem for myself is firmly fixed.  It is neither overly inflated nor excessively shriveled.  I am getting opportunities to work on things I believe in and love.  Most importantly, my family is still in the fantastical Unicorn Years (that brief period of time where no one is in diapers and hormones haven’t detonated yet). Life is sweet. No bragging…I really am just seizing on to this good…

A Mess of Beautiful

Last week I had the honor of participating as a juror in a regional arts event here in town.  Students wielding their hearts poured out on canvas or sculptures lined the hallways casting nervous glances at the group of judges each headed to our respective rooms.  I think if I were having a conversation with someone and they told me what I just told you above, I would do two…

Mechanics of Joy

Today I’d like to take something natural and beautiful…and break it all the way down into tiny pieces.  I love doing that stuff.  Just ask my husband. I want to talk about…joy. There are different kinds of joy, aren’t there?  I have been known to weep over a perfectly cooked piece of salmon with a side of garlic mashed potatoes and still-crisp asparagus with just…

February Book Giveaway

I admit it: I have a problem with books.  I buy multiple copies of ones I love and hand them out like a modern day Book Fairy.  As a way to thank you guys for holding hands with me on this journey (which I truly, truly appreciate), I want to give you some of my favorites.  On the second Tuesday of each month, I will randomly draw from my list…