Memories

 

I wanted to share some more pictures from Uganda. Though these pictures seem random, each picture has a memory - one that I will forever hold in my heart. A memory of a person I long to be with. A memory of a place I want to run to. A memory of the life I used to live. I'm learning that I can be happy and thrive where I am; but that doesn't mean I'm completely letting go of the memories. There is freedom to miss what used to be - holding tightly to the memories - and to be content where I am now. Being present here doesn't mean I lose a special part of me; growth doesn't mean that the old me dies. Uganda will always have a special place in my heart - even though my wings are spreading now. I could not have become the butterfly I am now if I wasn't a caterpillar first. If I keep looking back, I will miss the blessing God has for me here. 

We had an outing to our multi-story, indoor market and played extreme hide-n-seek with some of our village friends followed by a trip to my favorite place in town - the dairy (sells fresh milk, yogurt and ice cream)! 

Every once in a while, the Trade Show (African version of the fair) comes to town. We always take a couple friends and spend the afternoon at the Trade Show. 

Lydia and I recorded an original Christmas single with a couple of friends followed by a shopping trip. It was lots of fun, and the song turned out great! 

Walking to church

Teaching Sunday School

Watching a soccer game at the Christian school.

Inside one of the classrooms - apparently, they learned how to write a letter. 

Playing a game with some schoolgirls.

Coming back from harvesting in the garden with friends.

Picking flowers.