Monday, December 7, 2009

the coming home.

I am in complete shock that this very week I will be back in America. As much as I miss you all and cannot wait to be back in American culture, I am in no way ready to leave this country, it's people, or the many amazing people I have met through the USP program. Departure is going to be incredibly painful. Yet, I can look at this as a blessing, because it means that I have thoroughly enjoyed every moment of Uganda and I honestly could not have asked for a more incredible experience. 
Although my time here has been nothing that I expected it to be, it has far exceeded any expectations I could have ever had and I would not change a thing about it.
Here are some quick updates on my life:
- the last few weeks have been a rush of trying to write five papers, take exams, attend classes, and soak in every last moment in Uganda. I am finally done with all of my work and now I can enjoy the last few days I have here!
- last weekend I had the privilege of going on a safari at Murchison falls, about a six hour drive from Kampala. once again, I am speechless. There is literally no comparison between seeing lions, giraffes, hippos, and elephants in their natural habitat to seeing them in the zoo. no comparison.
sitting on the top of a safari vehicle, holding on for dear life, bouncing around through the Ugandan savannah, looking at giraffes in the morning mist and quietly watching lions cross the road in front of me was one of the most surreal experiences I have ever been a part of. Not only was the scenery gorgeous, but the animals looked so much more beautiful and healthy in their natural environment.
- christmas in Uganda. It is nothing like the Christmas season at home, especially because I am still wearing tank tops and skirts and sweating, but it is such a unique experience. First of all, Ugandans go CRAZY over the song "Feliz Navidad".... who wouldda guessed?! 
Last Sunday night there was a Christmas chapel service, which basically consisted of a chapel full of people jumping up and down, dancing, waving towels and chairs in the air, singing "go tell it on the mountain", "a long time ago in bethlehem" and "jingle bells"... all of which were in African style. I have never seen people so excited to sing christmas carols and singing Christmas songs at home will never be the same again.If only I had video-taped this moment.
- wrapping up relationships and experiences seems impossible, but this is my goal for my final week here before we leave for Entebbe for three days of debrief.

sorry again to all of you who I didn't get your letters (which is most).. hopefully they will be mailed to me in the states!! thanks so much again for all of your support, prayers, emails, and thoughtful letter and packages. you have no idea how loved I have felt during my time here.. this will definitely make the transition home much easier.
once again, I am so blessed by each and every one of you.
your Ugandan, soon to be American, friend and sister, Kelly 

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Epic Failure.

Sunday’s events were both epic and a failure. Let me explain.

Sunday morning, after a restless night’s sleep, I woke up at 4:30 am to catch a private hire with fellow USP students that left at 5am. The private hire then drove a group of nine of us to the Kampala airstrip, the starting point of the MTN marathon. We rolled up to the airstrip, still in the dark, and put on our bright yellow tank tops, visors, and registration numbers.

EPIC:

After splitting up into our separate groups (10kers and 21kers) we headed over to the starting point. The five of us running the 21k waited around for about 45 minutes in a sea of yellow and black, only to find out that the 21k had just begun, and we were stuck behind the 10k runners who were waiting to start. So we literally shoved and mobbed through the crowd, made our way to the front, and made a mad sprint to attempt to catch up to our group. After running for about 15 minutes, we began to get into our groove, set our pace, and prepare ourselves mentally for the long, sweaty run ahead. (mind you, the entire time we were running we were being shoved and called at by the Ugandan runners around us. Their method of running seems to be sprint as fast as they can, then walk. So every whenever it was sprint time, we would practically get run over; there was one point where I was tripped from behind, but the man who tripped me caught me right before I hit the ground). The Kampala marathon has become fairly popular, so there were over 15,000 runners. In fact, the winner of the race has the possibility of qualifying for the Olympics, since this is East Africa. The joke of the marathon is that once the Kenyan finishes, everyone else stops watching the race… Needless to say, I felt like I was running amongst thousands of Olympians (many of them even looked the part). This is where the failure part comes in.

 

FAILURE:

As we were running, I began to notice that we seemed to be curving a bit more than we should have. It seemed like maybe we were taking the wrong loop, so we began to ask multiple people if we were going the right way—all of them affirmed that we were on the right track. At about the 8k marker, one of the two girls I was running with had to stop and walk because she had gotten sick the night before (major bummer, as we had all been training together for the past month or so), so the two of us forged on together, still asking people whether or not we were going the right way, and being affirmed that we were. Eventually we neared the finish line. Of course both of us are super puzzled, because we had only been running for 10k, but people continued to tell us to keep going forward, so we assumed that we would go through the end and loop back around (you never know how marathons work in Africa…). Unfortunately, after slowly going through the finish line, we are told to hand in our time chips because we are finished. Naturally, my friend and I were very upset because we had been led through the wrong loop! We still had energy and motivation to finish the entire 21k, especially because we’d been training for it, but we had no choice but to stop. It was probably one of the more unsatisfying finishes to a race I have ever experienced.  But I am still so glad I could be a part of it! TIA (this is Africa).

 

SOLUTION TO THE EPIC FAILURE:

Because all three of us, who had been training together, did not get to run the 21k, we did our own half marathon this morning. We ran around the UCU track in our tank tops and visors and our friends came with signs and took pictures of us, handed us water, and made a finish line; I felt so loved. Unfortuantely, nobody joined us in super short shorts, converse shoes, sandals, skirts, and holding umbrellas (all of which we saw at the marathon).

 

I only have three more weeks here and I cannot believe it!!!!!!!!!!! Leaving will be so bittersweet. Happy Thanksgiving to all! I will be making pumpkin pie in honor of you.

Love you, miss you, praying for you, thinking of you. 

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

It's grasshopper season!

The past week has been a big realization of how comfortable I have become with the uncomfortable. Yesterday, I was making the trek through Mukono town to visit the Kagolo’s for the night, and I was suddenly hit by the fact that everything around me that had once felt so intriguing, exciting, and surreal is now just ‘normal’—things I am surrounded by on a daily basis. Ironically, this realization came to me when I was watching a boda-boda driver (motorcyle taxi driver) strap a live goat around his waist and drive off down the road. Pretty much anything can be carried on a boda-boda: so far I have seen multiple people, doors, chickens, goats, tvs, refrigerators, spare tires, matoke, bags of flour, and more…. It’s amazing how innovative you can be when there are no rules of the road.

Because my eyes have been re-opened to the wonders of Uganda, I am once again noticing all of the little details around me. Here are some more observations I have had in the past few weeks:

-         -November is grasshopper season. Literally, November 1st hit and these HUGE green grasshoppers came out of nowhere. They are on doors, in the shower with me and all over the walls. Because it is grasshopper season, this means that it is grasshopper-cooking season. I went into Kampala today and vendors were selling large buckets of them left and right. Thought I would try one for myself...not too bad, kind of fishy…..

-       - It is also mango season. Much better than grasshopper season. Last weekend I went to a place called Ssese, an island on Lake Victoria, and hiked around all day eating fresh mangos picked straight from the trees. Apparently Museveni, the president of Uganda, will be on Ssese this weekend… I was one week off!!!

-       - Obama is insanely popular in Africa. I would go as far to say that he is obsessed over. Here are some examples of his popularity: kids are named after him, restaurants are named after him, salons (which they call saloons) are named after him, there is paraphernalia of him everywhere (ie obama sandals, pants, bags, wallets, necklaces, you name it), and every African I meet asks me if I voted for Obama. I’m pretty sure they know nothing about him, except that he is African. He might as well be the Ugandan president. If anyone wants some Obama gifts, let me know :-D

-       - Getting into a mutatu (taxi) can be a painful event. Today I literally was moshed in a mad rush to get into one of the few available taxis (this was after waiting for an empty one for about 1.5 hrs).

-       - Running ten miles around a track can make you really dizzy. MTN Kampala marathon is this weekend!!!!! Please pray for me as I am running in my shoes from four years ago and I haven’t trained on any hills.

-       - Sometimes there are stones in my rice. And when I say stones, I mean stones. May have broken a few teeth from them…

-       - It can actually get cold in Uganda! Ok, maybe just cool. But for the past three days, I have not sweat at all! If I do not sweat before 11am, it is a miracle. I have even been able to comfortably drink warm beverages. Maybe Uganda does have seasons?

-       - Mukono life is much much different than Soroti (rural) life.

-       - I focus too much of my life around time, clocks, calendars, and schedules. I love how Ugandans are able to do things when they happen, eat when its ready, have relaxed conversations, and live in the present. Once again, living in the present is becoming the theme of my time here.

-       - I read and loved the book Compassion by Henri Nouwen.

-       -  Eating dried fish really isn’t all that bad. The fin is probably one of my favorite parts.

-       More to come later!

Happy almost thanksgiving to all!!!! I will be spending turkey day with all of the USP students, staff, and ex-pats on campus at the vice chancellors house. I signed up to make a pumpkin pie with my roommates! And then I heard we may be playing a game of American Football. It is nice to know that sweet potatoes, turkey, and irish potatoes are not difficult to come by in Uganda…

Missing you all dearly! Sorry if I still haven’t gotten any of your letters or packages. And thanks again for those I have received! They are definitely highlights to my weeks!

 

Monday, November 9, 2009

Breaking me down

Prior to coming to Uganda, I did not expect that I would grow more in my spiritual life than my emotional and intellectual. Although I have been experiencing growth in all aspects of my life, being in Africa has broken me down and opened my eyes to what areas of my life I value too highly and which ones I value to little. Being amongst a culture that is entirely different than my own, I have had to face the fact that the only commonality between Ugandans and myself is God. In fact, this world is so diverse and so complex that I have come to the conclusion that Christ is the only unifying factor for all of humanity. Living more simply and being humbled by the fact that my culture is no better than any other culture has made me realize that everything in this world is irrelevant without Christ at the center. If no culture is ‘right’ or ‘the best’, then I know longer want to value my identity based on where I live. This may not make any sense… it is just my attempt to explain one of the bigger concepts I have been  challenged by over the past few months.

Here some of a midterm paper that I wrote for my Faith and Action class. Maybe it will give you a little bit clearer of an idea as to what I am trying to explain:

 

“Love moves us. Love is a choice. Love reflects who we are.”

 

“Why is it that the story of someone who has actually done that Jesus commands resonates deeply with us, but we then assume we could never to anything so radical or intense? Why do we call it radical when, to Jesus, it is simply the way it is? The way it should be?” –Francis Chan, Crazy Love

 

“…Offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God…do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will… think of yourself with sober judgment, in accordance wit the measure of faith God has given you.” – Romans 12:1-3

 

To be honest, up until this point in the semester, I have spent little time meditating over the objectives of this course. Although it may have been beneficial to do so, I have found that I have naturally been applying the majority of the Faith and Action course objectives to most of my courses and the general experiences I have had while in Uganda. In fact, these objectives are so all-encompassing that they are relevant to my journal entries, blog, and conversations that I have had with my roommates and people at home. Out of the four course objectives, the two that I have found to be the most relative to my time here are numbers 3 and 4:

3. Connect what we believe our purpose in life to be (telos) with how we live our life (praxis).

4. Critically and charitably assess our various identities (family, national, religious, etc.) and seek to rightly prioritize those in light of our Christian faith.

Throughout this semester, I have wrestled with, pondered, discussed, engaged in, prayed about, and researched these two objectives more than any other topics. In fact, one could say that these objectives accurately describe what the ‘themes’ of my semester have been thus far.

In regards to objective number 3, this has been one of the biggest challenges I have faced since arriving in Africa. For the past few years, I have really been grappling with the question, ‘What is my purpose in life?’ Throughout this time, my constant prayer has been that God would reveal to me His purpose for my life and that He would align it with my heart, mind, and body. Living in Uganda has clarified, as well as confused me, as to what my life purpose looks like. Throughout the semester I have been reminded that, as a Christian, my main purpose is to love others the way that Christ loves me. Often times, I get so caught up in what I am doing with my life that I forget to focus on the reasons why I am doing it. As stated by Shane Claiborne in Irresistible Revolution, “Jesus is not seeking distant acts of charity. He seeks concrete acts of love” (158). Loving others because Christ’s love is in me is much different than loving others because I feel that it is the moral thing to do.

Prior to taking Faith and Action, I was unsure how to live out my life purpose to love others. I now know that there are many practical and attainable ways to love others. Living simply is not only a way of deterring one’s attention away from the materialism of our world, but it is a form of loving others. In Sider’s novel Rich Christians in an Age of Hunger, he quotes Dr. Charles Birch saying, “The rich must live more simply that the poor may simply live” (183). By living with less, we are better able to love those who deserve more. As well as living simply, one can specifically learn to pray and care for others by keeping up to date on current events. Thirdly, a practical way to live out our Christian purpose in life is to practice being present. According to John Taylor, author of the novel The Primal Vision, “The Christian…has nothing to offer unless he offers to be present, really and totally present, really and totally in the present” (136). Loving others is being willing to be with them in whatever circumstance, culture, or place they may be. Just as Christ offered himself fully to us, we must offer ourselves fully to others.

            The most challenging aspect of course objective number 3 has been learning how to truly implement these practical ways of loving others into my everyday life. Sider encouragingly states, “Everyone should prayerfully ask God what limited, specific things God wants him or her to concentrate on. It was God, after all, who made us finite with only twenty-four hours in each day. Being called to do all God wants us to do to correct social sin is not a heavy burden” (117). As well as praying that God would show me what limited things He wants me to focus on, my greatest desire is for Christ to invade my heart in such a way that I cannot help but to love every person that I come into contact with. Yet, it is difficult to accept the fact that in order to truly love others, I must first fix my own heart. According to Donald Miller, author of Blue Like Jazz, “true change, true life-giving, God-Honoring change would have to start with the individual. I [am] the very problem I have been protesting” (20). My problem is that I spend so much time thinking about how I can best love others that I end up doing nothing about it. As stated by Miller, “the greatest trick of the devil is not to get us into some sort of evil but rather have us wasting time” (13). To be honest, I have fallen into the devil’s trap for the past few years. I am ready to practice what I preach, to live in such a way that all that I do exhibits Christ’s love.

My prayer is that God would guide me toward his specific call for my life by simplifying my heart, encouraging me to care about people all over the world, and teaching me how to be present.

            As for course objective number 4, throughout the course of this semester, I have learned to appreciate the fact that God purposely created humanity with a diversity of cultural identities. And because God created all humans as equal, no one person’s view of his or her identity is better or more correct than another. By taking the time to examine how I perceive myself, I have grown to have a deeper understanding of who I am as an individual as well as the reasons behind many of my beliefs and actions. Reading Taylor has been particularly insightful when it comes to understanding the Ugandan view of the self. According to Taylor, the Ugandan perception of the ‘self’, his or her identity, is quite different than that of a Westerner’s. For example, an African sees his or her ‘self’, as being dispersed amongst many people and objects, such as a shirt, some dirt, a relative, or one’s shadow. Yet, although there are many deviances between the Ugandan and Western view of the ‘self’, “the Gospel is for men as they are and as they think they are, and this is the self that is potentially the new man in Christ” (38).

            This semester, as I have struggled to find similarities and points of connection between Ugandans and myself, I have realized that I have been looking in the wrong places this whole time. Because of Christ, the differences that separate me from Ugandans become irrelevant. As brothers and sisters in Christ, we share a common identity in him; Christ is our common ‘self’ who defines all that we are. Living in Uganda has inspired me to re-prioritize the various ways I identify myself according to my Christian faith. In an attempt to better understand why I identify myself the way I do, my eyes have been opened to the harsh reality that I often place my nationality, family, and social identities over my identity in Christ. In fact, I think that this is a frequent struggle for Christians all over the world. In the Gospel of Matthew, he encourages his readers to remember that Christ’s love is for everyone, thus every person can choose to identify him or herself in Him. Over the past 8 weeks, one of the most significant lessons that I have learned is that although Ugandans and Americans define themselves in starkly different ways, we are all connected by a greater unity, our synonymous identity in Christ.

 

Missing you all!!!

Btw, I am running in the Kampala MTN marathon in two weeks!!! Uphill and smog! Wish me luck!

Breaking me down

Prior to coming to Uganda, I did not expect that I would grow more in my spiritual life than my emotional and intellectual. Although I have been experiencing growth in all aspects of my life, being in Africa has broken me down and opened my eyes to what areas of my life I value too highly and which ones I value to little. Being amongst a culture that is entirely different than my own, I have had to face the fact that the only commonality between Ugandans and myself is God. In fact, this world is so diverse and so complex that I have come to the conclusion that Christ is the only unifying factor for all of humanity. Living more simply and being humbled by the fact that my culture is no better than any other culture has made me realize that everything in this world is irrelevant without Christ at the center. If no culture is ‘right’ or ‘the best’, then I know longer want to value my identity based on where I live. This may not make any sense… it is just my attempt to explain one of the bigger concepts I have been  challenged by over the past few months.

Here some of a midterm paper that I wrote for my Faith and Action class. Maybe it will give you a little bit clearer of an idea as to what I am trying to explain:

 

“Love moves us. Love is a choice. Love reflects who we are.”

 

“Why is it that the story of someone who has actually done that Jesus commands resonates deeply with us, but we then assume we could never to anything so radical or intense? Why do we call it radical when, to Jesus, it is simply the way it is? The way it should be?” –Francis Chan, Crazy Love

 

“…Offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God…do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will… think of yourself with sober judgment, in accordance wit the measure of faith God has given you.” – Romans 12:1-3

 

To be honest, up until this point in the semester, I have spent little time meditating over the objectives of this course. Although it may have been beneficial to do so, I have found that I have naturally been applying the majority of the Faith and Action course objectives to most of my courses and the general experiences I have had while in Uganda. In fact, these objectives are so all-encompassing that they are relevant to my journal entries, blog, and conversations that I have had with my roommates and people at home. Out of the four course objectives, the two that I have found to be the most relative to my time here are numbers 3 and 4:

3. Connect what we believe our purpose in life to be (telos) with how we live our life (praxis).

4. Critically and charitably assess our various identities (family, national, religious, etc.) and seek to rightly prioritize those in light of our Christian faith.

Throughout this semester, I have wrestled with, pondered, discussed, engaged in, prayed about, and researched these two objectives more than any other topics. In fact, one could say that these objectives accurately describe what the ‘themes’ of my semester have been thus far.

In regards to objective number 3, this has been one of the biggest challenges I have faced since arriving in Africa. For the past few years, I have really been grappling with the question, ‘What is my purpose in life?’ Throughout this time, my constant prayer has been that God would reveal to me His purpose for my life and that He would align it with my heart, mind, and body. Living in Uganda has clarified, as well as confused me, as to what my life purpose looks like. Throughout the semester I have been reminded that, as a Christian, my main purpose is to love others the way that Christ loves me. Often times, I get so caught up in what I am doing with my life that I forget to focus on the reasons why I am doing it. As stated by Shane Claiborne in Irresistible Revolution, “Jesus is not seeking distant acts of charity. He seeks concrete acts of love” (158). Loving others because Christ’s love is in me is much different than loving others because I feel that it is the moral thing to do.

Prior to taking Faith and Action, I was unsure how to live out my life purpose to love others. I now know that there are many practical and attainable ways to love others. Living simply is not only a way of deterring one’s attention away from the materialism of our world, but it is a form of loving others. In Sider’s novel Rich Christians in an Age of Hunger, he quotes Dr. Charles Birch saying, “The rich must live more simply that the poor may simply live” (183). By living with less, we are better able to love those who deserve more. As well as living simply, one can specifically learn to pray and care for others by keeping up to date on current events. Thirdly, a practical way to live out our Christian purpose in life is to practice being present. According to John Taylor, author of the novel The Primal Vision, “The Christian…has nothing to offer unless he offers to be present, really and totally present, really and totally in the present” (136). Loving others is being willing to be with them in whatever circumstance, culture, or place they may be. Just as Christ offered himself fully to us, we must offer ourselves fully to others.

            The most challenging aspect of course objective number 3 has been learning how to truly implement these practical ways of loving others into my everyday life. Sider encouragingly states, “Everyone should prayerfully ask God what limited, specific things God wants him or her to concentrate on. It was God, after all, who made us finite with only twenty-four hours in each day. Being called to do all God wants us to do to correct social sin is not a heavy burden” (117). As well as praying that God would show me what limited things He wants me to focus on, my greatest desire is for Christ to invade my heart in such a way that I cannot help but to love every person that I come into contact with. Yet, it is difficult to accept the fact that in order to truly love others, I must first fix my own heart. According to Donald Miller, author of Blue Like Jazz, “true change, true life-giving, God-Honoring change would have to start with the individual. I [am] the very problem I have been protesting” (20). My problem is that I spend so much time thinking about how I can best love others that I end up doing nothing about it. As stated by Miller, “the greatest trick of the devil is not to get us into some sort of evil but rather have us wasting time” (13). To be honest, I have fallen into the devil’s trap for the past few years. I am ready to practice what I preach, to live in such a way that all that I do exhibits Christ’s love.

My prayer is that God would guide me toward his specific call for my life by simplifying my heart, encouraging me to care about people all over the world, and teaching me how to be present.

            As for course objective number 4, throughout the course of this semester, I have learned to appreciate the fact that God purposely created humanity with a diversity of cultural identities. And because God created all humans as equal, no one person’s view of his or her identity is better or more correct than another. By taking the time to examine how I perceive myself, I have grown to have a deeper understanding of who I am as an individual as well as the reasons behind many of my beliefs and actions. Reading Taylor has been particularly insightful when it comes to understanding the Ugandan view of the self. According to Taylor, the Ugandan perception of the ‘self’, his or her identity, is quite different than that of a Westerner’s. For example, an African sees his or her ‘self’, as being dispersed amongst many people and objects, such as a shirt, some dirt, a relative, or one’s shadow. Yet, although there are many deviances between the Ugandan and Western view of the ‘self’, “the Gospel is for men as they are and as they think they are, and this is the self that is potentially the new man in Christ” (38).

            This semester, as I have struggled to find similarities and points of connection between Ugandans and myself, I have realized that I have been looking in the wrong places this whole time. Because of Christ, the differences that separate me from Ugandans become irrelevant. As brothers and sisters in Christ, we share a common identity in him; Christ is our common ‘self’ who defines all that we are. Living in Uganda has inspired me to re-prioritize the various ways I identify myself according to my Christian faith. In an attempt to better understand why I identify myself the way I do, my eyes have been opened to the harsh reality that I often place my nationality, family, and social identities over my identity in Christ. In fact, I think that this is a frequent struggle for Christians all over the world. In the Gospel of Matthew, he encourages his readers to remember that Christ’s love is for everyone, thus every person can choose to identify him or herself in Him. Over the past 8 weeks, one of the most significant lessons that I have learned is that although Ugandans and Americans define themselves in starkly different ways, we are all connected by a greater unity, our synonymous identity in Christ.

 

Missing you all!!!

Btw, I am running in the Kampala MTN marathon in two weeks!!! Uphill and smog! Wish me luck!

Friday, November 6, 2009

correction.

so, i still feel that words cannot describe my time in soroti and at sipi falls, but i would like to clarify that neither can the sigur ros music video i recently posted. just listen to the song with your eyes closed, because i was meaning to emphasize the music, not the video. sorry for the confusion!

short story of the week: just a few days ago i had an oddly comforting moment. for the first time, i was feeling very homesick. and on top of being homesick, i was feeling trapped and needed to get off campus. so i decided to go on a walk to the post office to mail a few letters. this short walk to the post office then turned into a 50 minute walk to my homestay. i had not told them i was coming to visit, so they were all surprised and thrilled to see me. and i did not realize how thrilled i would be to see them. the entire family was home, cooking, playing cards, and cleaning. and they all greeted me with the largest hugs, kisses, and smiles. i was not at all expecting my mukono family to ease my homesickness. although i could only stay at their house (although they insisted i have tea, spend the night, and stay for the next few weeks...) for twenty minutes, becaue i had to get back to school before dark, i walked home completely revitalized. who would of thought that an african family could temporarily replace the love and comfort of my family at home? i am planning on living with the kagolos all of next week and possibly longer...
this week has been one of the roughest so far. coming back from an absolutely AMAZING ten days in soroti to tons of homework, little sleep, and rice and beans was a lot harder than i had imagined it to be. it is hard not to look at the rest of my time here as a countdown, considering i only have five more weeks, but i have been praying that God will help me to continue to live in the present and make the most of my final weeks here.
sorry to be so short on the blogs lately. we have not had internet in over a week and i am currently using an off campus computer in order to write this... hopefully i will be able to update more soon!
THANK YOU ALL OF THE PACKAGES AND LETTERS!!! oh. my. goodness. i feel so LOVED. and it is sooo wonderful to 'hear your voices' and see your handwriting!
missing you all more and more every day. from uganda, kelly.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

A song is worth a thousand words.

basically the last ten days of my life/ experience at rural home stay and in sipi falls are completely indescribable. words are not enough. so here is a song, it perfectly summarizes my experiences:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFEQHpIkKxk

you will just have to ask me more in person.....