Wednesday Morning--Faces that I Love

Wednesday mornings. Every Wednesday at 11 a.m. I stand in front of a large class of Primary 2 students and share the amazing truth of God's word.  What a privilege! I love this activity in my week! 

The faces of P2

From the two stories I told today we could extrapolate a number of themes. But, we're talking about the Israelites and what usually stands out most with the Israelites was their almost incessant complaining and whining. If God was in the circus, they wouldn't be satisfied with a three-ring simultaneous performance! 

At the point where we picked up in the wilderness today we see He had already rescued them from Egypt, parted the red sea, fed them daily, made sure their shoes never wore out, provided them water and shelter, blessed them with able leadership, and gave them victory over their enemies. Apparently He should have added a few more rings to His amazing feats, for in the very next scene they are copiously complaining about how horrible the wilderness is and whining to go back to Egypt. God, in His great mercy, provides them with what they are asking for and we have a wee positive turn in their story--they were able to remain satisfied for a short bit. So much so that when they came up against another enemy in the land they cried out to God for His hand in victory instead of complaining against having found themselves in enemy territory. 

Whew! It seemed they were on track, but it was not to last, bummer. After said definitive victory they were back at the griping and moaning. Due to this lack of belief (for that is what complaining against God is--a lack of believing that He will provide and that what He is doing is enough) there were poisonous snakes sent into the camp and many died. Tragic.  God instructed Moses to raise up a stick with one of the poisonous snakes wrapped around it and told the Israelites that looking upon it would bring healing. Those who looked up were indeed healed. (This is from where the medical profession has taken it's worldwide known emblem.) I couldn't pass up the opportunity to point out to these children that we have the ultimate healing in Jesus--the One raised up and to whom we look. 

To make these long ago stories a part of their reality today, I encouraged the children to be thankful for where we are and what God has given us. Today it's hot even though the rains have begun and the tendency is to complain that it's too hot! We listed together the blessings God has given us, for we must remember and thank Him or we too become like the Israelites! Our recent rains, ability to plant in our gardens, the privilege of school, our shelters, places to sleep and food are all things for which to thank God.  It was sweet to leave them in a thankful state! And as I was leaving, Aunt Hannah walked in for her time of teaching them music! What better way to express thanks than to sing and shout praise to God!

On my way home I was feeling thankful for all the people God has placed around us--all those we have the privilege of sharing with in life. So, I decided to stop along the path home and visit some neighbors.

This is our dear friend, Lydia, and new baby. I was able to be a part of her labor two months ago when she'd gone many hours and needed some encouragement! I found her washing clothes, caring for her toddler and then feeding the infant while we visited. Once she finished around the house they were off to Kiwoko hospital for immunizations. I love the "drop-in" nature of visiting around here! Though she was very busy, she sat leisurely with me as if she hadn't a care in the world!

Her toddler "gave me a push"--a Ugandan custom of walking a visitor a ways toward their destination when the visit is over.  Here he was looking back to make sure I was still following him.

As I rounded the bend I found Auntie Lucy enjoying the shade and cutting greens for lunch. 

Her son joined her on the mat as he drank his porridge.

In the David Family kitchen I found this smiling face cooking beans and greens for lunch.

And who should ride by just then going to fetch water?  Kevin!

Upon returning home I found Kevin back from fetching water and playing peek-a-boo with the little baby of the woman who washes laundry for us.

Kevin was making him laugh and smile as they played!

This one's smile is captivating!

Toby has been at the secondary school all morning and just returned home for lunch. The 3-day seminar on Biblical Manhood and Womanhood started today and we wanted him to be a part of it. Geoff opened the series with the introduction and many are involved in teaching the various sessions.

Acacia and Kevin went to the garden this morning with Medi to plant black beans. They returned at break time, just before I left for the P2 class! 

I LOVE ALL THESE FACES!!!! Faces of dear ones that bless our lives!

smiles and silence

Whilst driving slowly up the hill, the last of many before the entrance, I ruminated again.  Had I had been too pushy, too aggressive, over stepped my bounds? No, I hadn’t pushed, I had guided. I prayed and led her to God’s Word. That is what is required of me, showing others the way of the one true God and then waiting patiently while they see His truth for themselves. And, it had to be done. But, I had her mother in the van with me and I quickly shifted to what she must be thinking. I’d had many opportunities to talk with her and each time she was supportive, though she complained that the school is expensive--there was no way she could pay all of the fees. And, indeed it is without the generous support of those who give to New Hope and the kids here. 

There is no way I could know what her mother was thinking. Her presence was enough, however, to say she was for this move. For this young girl who loves the Lord with all her heart and soul, mind and strength, she wanted to be in a place where her faith could flourish under daily encouragement. And this school? It was the place for her. Despite the objections of her non-Christian family members, she had decided to be faithful to God’s word, “take up My cross and follow Me,” were the words that moved her. 

Yes, I had done the right thing and so had she. Choosing God’s way isn’t always the easy way, but it is the best way. And her broad smile showed that she was expecting good things from her loving Father.

She was received well and all her things were checked and logged. Then it was time to say good-bye. So soon?  Last week when I took our other daughter to school it took no less than four hours!!! We moved all around campus, having papers signed, getting items checked more than once. This time? It was more than efficient--too efficient because it made the time to part come swiftly. 

The ride home was quiet--thoughtful, just her mother and me. She would be two years in that school and there was much to learn, AND a new set of school fees to come with every term! Again, I wondered what her mother was thinking, but I had no way of knowing. Likewise, she couldn't know what I was discovering in myself. A determination to stay true to what God has called us to do here at New Hope Uganda--point others to Father God. Today I served this young girl by helping her get to a place she'd hoped for, but confessed she lacked the faith at times to believe she'd get to. And I served her mother by helping her to see her child arrive at a place in life where maturity, faith and academia coalesce to strengthen the gifts given by God.

Our dear Aziza says goodbye to the one she's cared for during her days of waiting for school to begin.  She helped his parents during the day with bathing him and watching out for him while they were occupied elsewhere.

getting ready to load the van, Me, Aziza, Geoff, Uncle Mulu

Geoff and Uncle Mulu laugh with Aziza as they comment on the heaviness of what's inside her school trunk!

One of Aziza's housemates came over yesterday to make a special cake to honor her.  She was surprised and very blessed by it and we ALL enjoyed eating it!!

These kids "leaving the nest" is only the beginning. All of our kids in David Family but three are in secondary school at this time. The years will pass quickly to the time when they will leave us and move ahead in the plans God has for them. Living here--I wouldn't trade it!

Meanwhile, back at the Britton ranch, we enjoyed a Honduran lunch yesterday! One of our dear neighbors in Long Beach is from Honduras and before we left the states, she gave us a large bag of  beans from her family's farm. We planted some in two of our gardens and ate what was left. Yum. Yum. I made tortillas and prepared them with soft cheese just like she did for us when we ate at her house. It was sweet to remember our neighbors.

Lately, Toby has been enjoying something his Aunt Linda sent him--pumpkin spice Dunkin Donuts coffee. Those of us who actually LIKE coffee don't really enjoy that frufru stuff, but Toby has a real hankering for it!


Blessings to you all and a special thanks to those reading this who contribute to New Hope Uganda! We are grateful to you for your generosity as it enables us to minister to so many in numerous ways!

High School and Cows!

Toby is just 12. University is a few years off--emphasis on few. Time is flying! But, today I got a taste of  what it's been like for many of my friends who have taken their kids to University. Nabukeera reported to S5 or the equivalent of 11th grade today. Our New Hope schools at current are only up to the level of S4, so for those who qualify, S5, S6 and University are completed at other institutions. We started our day by driving to Jjaaja's house to pick up Nabukeera and her school requirements. A three hour drive later we arrived in Kyetume village at the site of her new home for the next two years--Seroma Christian High School. Our good friend Dan drove for us and one of our beloved sons, Perez, came along to be a support. I was so glad he came as he is much more familiar with how things work at this level of schooling than I am. He was a great encourager and guide through the four hour process of check in and setting up her dorm room. 

This is who Nabukeera left behind in the village. Jjaaja, her great-grandson (on her immediate right) and some neighbor children who are frequent visitors to their home

Nabukeera and our little selfie on the walk from Jjaaja's to the car to load her things.

We're here! Hooray!

We did a lot of walking today. We had a check-in form to fill out and frequently were told we were in the wrong place and to return to where we'd just been. Oh well, lots of exercise and familiarizing ourselves with the campus!

The cafeteria. This was a great source of uncertainty for me--meals. Other schools either don't provide any or don't provide enough for the students they enroll. We were there for the entire lunch period and no one went hungry and it all happened in an orderly manner. Whew!

Moving in meant carrying all her things across the campus. No cars were allowed to drive onto campus today.

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Her dorm is a three-story building with 8 girls in each room. Perez reports that it is probably the nicest dorm in Uganda--as far as he is concerned! He could be right!

We didn't know what to expect at this school as we know of no one from New Hope who has attended Seroma. We were pleasantly surprised with the Christian emphasis and the clean grounds. There are scriptures posted everywhere--so much so that Nabukeera and Perez said it was a "talking campus" All of our interactions with the staff found them very nice and accommodating. Nabukeera met one of her roommates who also happens to be a sister to one of Perez' schoolmates. Small country. This girl has studied at this school before and knows many people. She also was very nice and her friendship seems to be one that will help Nabukeera to get acclimated more quickly to this new place! 

love the scriptures, everywhere!

It was great to look up and be reminded of God's goodness!

in front of her dormitory as we were preparing to leave her behind :(

It was a great day and I'm thankful to God for leading us on this journey of seeking out schools and finding a good one! Thanks for your prayers for us as we LOVE walking alongside these dear ones through their paths of life!

Last month was Geoff's 45th birthday so we took a weekend out in Kampala just the two of us.  I managed to purchase, pack, carry and hide a ring all without him ever finding out until he opened the package! It is a ring made of actual working gears. We'd seen it in a magazine ad at the oncologist's office last year and he commented on its utter coolness. He was genuinely surprised and I was proud of myself for managing to get the surprise from the U.S. to here under the Geoff radar! He loves it not only because of the working gears, but because they remind him that God is always working in our lives! Amen!

We finally have water again!  Toby and Geoff had to prime the pump as it had been sitting idle for so many weeks!

Sam is in the midst of midterm examinations. He studies hard every night and reports each day that he is pleased with his performance in the exams. Please pray for him to continue to respond to our guidance. The reason we brought him in to live with us was because he needed some intense parenting--we're giving it, but only with God's help and wisdom!

I make the break time snack twice a week for Toby, Acacia and Kevin's school. Last week I decided to revisit an old recipe for chocolate orange scones! It made me miss our dear former neighbor, JoDell, who LOVED these little treats. JoDell--this picture is for you! When are you coming to taste these delectable yummies in person?????

And FINALLY---the COW portion I referred to in the title. Kakande arrived the other night all aflutter about Ente!!! (cow) MPALE!!! (trousers) and BANANGE (For crying out loud!!!) Seems he was helping somehow with the cows on site and one of them decided to make contact with Kakande's backside! He came over to show us the trousers and tell us his story. The whole story according to Kakande was three words said with emphasis about 7 times! Ente! Mpale! Banange! It's difficult to decipher, but there are two aptly placed holes in the backside of the trousers he is holding in this picture, but I was laughing so hard I didn't get it in focus.

Ha Ha Ha! Water has come, but where is the electricity????

The RAINS have arrived!!!!!

Hallelujah!

Our cistern has a good amount of water in it after only two rains!  However, we still have no water in our in-house taps or showers and we can't hit the flush button to flush the toilets.  WHY?  Because now there is no power to pump the water up to the tower which gravity-feeds it to the house!!!  With the rains have come the abundant clouds, so much so that our solar power is not enough to run the pump today. So, here we are with water, but no way to utilize it. sigh.

It's a small thing, really. No really, it is. But, I have to convince myself of that.  I seem to feel that I am entitled to running water. No one in the villages around me has running water and few of them have electricity. But, I often forget that reality.

Here I am in my little house (not so little to the people who live with 10 or more in a 12 x 12 ft mud hut), but here I am forgetting the poverty that is around me. Those in the West who keep a keen interest in what we do here are often quick to point out the sacrifices we make and the minimal amount of funds/things with which we live. And you're right, compared to western standards. But, compared to our village neighbors? We live as kings and queens and this past dry season and all its "inconveniences" has been a good reminder of what our neighbors call "real life" everyday.

So, when you think of our recent bout with the extended dry season, please pray for us. But, you needn't feel compelled to pray for our comfort or conveniences.  This dry and dusty environment Has awakened my heart afresh to the dryness in the hearts of some of the children and staff with whom we live and to whom we minister. And indeed to our own sometimes parched levels and inability to receive the goodness of God in the various ways He provides. Even today we met with a young person dear to us who cannot seem to see the goodness of the LORD in this life through the love that has been offered through people and God Himself. There is a constant bent in this one to blame others and to fail to see their own contribution to the pains experienced in this season.  And that one is not alone, we are all guilty--especially me.

Sunday's morning message spoke of our propensity to compare our situations to others and to view ourselves as not as advantaged. But, God Himself has brought us to whatever place we are in and has provided whatever we need to thrive. WE fail to see it when our focus is placed anywhere but on His goodness, love and ultimate holiness. He Himself is our provision and our ultimate savior. None can compare to Him, nor should we compare ourselves to others, but thank Him for it all.

This morning as I looked out onto the path that so many traverse in front of our mansion (well, it IS 12 times bigger than most village homes!!), I smiled as I saw our watchman bouncing along the path with a huge smile on his face.  This is the same watchman that exactly one week ago we rushed to the hospital. He had a gastric perforation (not a small bowel obstruction that was previously suspected) that was identified and surgically repaired last Tuesday.  Geoff and I brought him home (his 10 x 8 foot home) on Sunday afternoon. Today I had a sudden realization that by rushing him to the hospital Kimberly and I saved his life. Furthermore, the vivid memory of his writhing in pain, calling out to Jesus, and yelling out at every bump in the dirt road arrested me today in a different way than it had over this past week as I prayed for him. What I witnessed of his experience could have been Geoff's exact experience last May had we not been able to have his gastric ulcer repaired when we did. God is GOOD and we praise Him for His timing! It sure makes my complaints of not being able to write last Tuesday seem extremely silly and ridiculous.

Mary

On Geoff's birthday night last week, most of the David Family kids serenaded Geoff with a worship song speaking of  God's greatness. Before they arrived at the door we could hear them coming as they walked together and sang on the way.  It is a sweet blessing to live among these kids!!!

Speaking of sweet blessings, you're looking at two of mine!!! These boys were tuckered out after a day of hauling water and the intense heat of late. Kevin crawled in next to Geoff for a little snuggle and in moments they were both asleep!

News for February

BEING INTENTIONAL

What do we hope our children will grow up to be?  Do we believe that it will just happen?  

“Train a child in the way he should go...” - Proverbs 22:6

In the past 25 plus years of New Hope’s existence, we have seen that the primary cause of the orphan crisis is not war or disease, but a failure of children to grow into the men and women God desires.  When a child grows with a skewed world view, that is a wrong impression of who God is or who they are, they are destined to live according to their own passions and their own ability rather than by the grace God has provided and with the power of the Holy Spirit.  Basing one’s life on anything but the truths of the gospel actually creates more orphans.  Our understanding of God’s role in our lives and who He is plays out in the way we relate to Him and the way we live.  Thus, an incorrect world view causes a failure to engage the power of the gospel.  The final product of this wrong world view is yet more orphans who perpetuate the pain they experienced due to separation from God.

Here at New Hope we are entering a new season, one of intentionally training our many children in the things of God.  Of course we’ve always trained them, but have felt a strong compulsion in recent times to increase and coordinate our efforts. Ensuring our children are being trained in all aspects of the things of God for their future means not just providing for their physical or academic needs, but strengthening the foundation of Christ and His word in their lives.  

Our strengthened and more coordinated effort to raise up our children in the way that God desires them to go requires us to thoughtfully and strategically calculate which foundational truths are needed at different ages and to work together with all departments.  It is our hope that beginning in their first years of school through the final year of secondary studies with us, they will mature into adults who will not depart from God’s way. The Children’s Spiritual Development group/department (CSD) is working under the guidance of the Kasana Community Church eldership to prayerfully direct the different aspects of the biblical teachings the children will receive.  We are placing a strong emphasis on Biblical Manhood and Womanhood or BMW and will incorporate the foundation stones of the gospel at every level.  We are also placing a strong emphasis on being a worshiper of the One True God through music education and guiding our children to worship both corporately and individually.  Please pray with us as we work through the many aspects of this plan. We will keep you updated as we move forward.

A little taste from home - Thanks Linda

Kids with the "kid"

Bonfire with our family over the Christmas holiday

Kobwin

I recently had the pleasure of visiting our NHU Kobwin Children’s Center in the eastern part of Uganda.  Many of the Kobwin children we care for and minister to are returnees from captivity to one of Uganda’s rebel factions of the early 2000’s.  Other children that were left parentless due to that rebellion are also being cared for.  We held a seminar with the staff and MANY pastors from the community on Biblical Manhood and Womanhood.  It was a tremendous success as more than 60 people attended and many local pastors testified to how they have been living under a lie and vowed to approach their God-given call as men and women of God with a new perspective.  It was exciting to see what God has been doing there as my last visit to Kobwin was in 2007 before we took in our first children.  If you are interested in the work at Kobwin our website is very informative.

Geoff preaching at Kobwin

Musana Camps

As I returned from Kobwin we met Mary, the kids and Uncle Jay’s family along the way and took a side journey to Musana Camps, our camp site on the shores of Lake Victoria.  The time was intended for planning for the BMW program that I am spearheading in Kasana.  Our meeting times were productive, and we were also able to steal some time with God’s creation as we soaked in the beauty of the location.  We hiked with the kids to the waterfall and they swam in the lake, thankfully with no sightings of the resident crocodile, PRAISE GOD!  I would ask you to keep the formation of the CSD department and the BMW program in prayer.  The vision I have is huge and I often struggle with feelings of inadequacy in my role. 

Kids on the beach at Musana

Oh my

It's another Tuesday, another opportunity to write.

Sigh

 The interruptions came one on top of each other today. At least I got up at 5 a.m., had a great time in the Word and was completely prepared for the day.

As I came out to get some water for toothbrushing, with a mouth full of toothpaste and my toothbrush busy, I found a young man at the front door looking for Geoff. It was 8 a.m. and everyone was gone for their various places. He began relating dual stories and at first I had trouble tracking which one was of utmost importance to him. His motorbike tire was flat--easy, I got him the tire pump. As he worked on the bike he talked of looking for Uncle Geoff and then said he'd already called him and found him at the office. But, as he continued the story it became alarming. Moments before, as he had tried to advance through the side gate he found the watchman vomiting and very weak. The man couldn't stand up on his own and so this young man had come to find Uncle Geoff for help. I excused myself to finish up brushing and when I returned to the front of the house, the clinic van was backing up at a high speed and stopped in front of our house. Kimberly, one of our nurses, asked me to please come with her to the hospital. Seems that a young student also going through the gate on her way to school found the situation to warrant her running to the clinic to find the nurse. At the same time she arrived to find Kimberly, so did Geoff and they both expressed the need for the van to go pick up the watchman. Not sure of the nature of the problem, and considering it could be a heart problem soon requiring CPR, Kimberly asked me to come along in case CPR would be needed. Thankfully it wasn't.

We arrived at the outpatient department (OPD) and his vital signs were all over the place. Once he was fairly stabilized he was able to answer a few questions and also give instructions on which family members to contact. The OPD wouldn't take him to the male ward without an attendant so we all went to get him settled. For those of you not familiar with medical facilities in the bush area of East Africa, you must be informed that an attendant of the patient supplies all items necessary for care. This includes bedsheets, basins, soap, towels, clothing, food, water, blankets, WHATEVER besides medicine is needed. AND an attendant must be present for transfer to different departments and of course, for decisions regarding care. Not knowing when the sister would arrive, I went home to get the basics needed for them to get started caring for him on the male ward. Once home, I found that my houseworker had AGAIN not come to work today. This will be the third day in a week that she's missed due to her own family crisis issues. As I finished gathering the items and was headed to the car, she arrived stating that she had an appointment in our main little village center at 10 a.m. So, on my way back to the hospital I dropped her off at her destination.

I waited about 45 minutes for the sister to arrive and when she did, she arriving with nothing. Turns out she had gone to his place to pick up the needed supplies, but had no way to get into his house. I showed her what I had brought and caught her up to speed with the happenings so far and then left to go see another staff member who was also admitted in the same hospital.

I would ask you to please pray for this watchman as we don't yet know what is going on with him. At present they are running various tests and blood work to attempt to identify the cause of his intense pain and vomiting.

When I finally left the hospital and was driving back home I passed one of our former daughters who has since married and moved to the western part of Uganda with her husband and children. I slammed on the brakes and backed up to ask what she was doing just casually walking down the road in our area!  It was great to see her, but WHY? It didn't make any sense. She related that she has not been feeling well lately and she had come to Kiwoko Hospital to get some answers.  Herein lies another insight to the medical environment in Uganda. She lives a good eight hours west of us and has traveled all this way to be seen at a hospital she can trust! I returned to the hospital in order to save her walking in the intense heat and dust we live in of late.

Finally home I put on the beans and rice for lunch because again today I seem to be not the author, but the chief cook and bottle washer. No worries, God will enable me to catch up on my writing all in His good time. I am happy to have been available to help in so many ways today!

Time to go and have a leisurely cup of tea with a dear friend. She told me yesterday that she has some good news to share and I can't wait to hear it!!!!


UPDATE ON THE WATCHMAN: his sister called me and said he was being taken into surgery. She was not sure what for, but perhaps to repair a small bowel obstruction. For the non-medical types that would NOT be a "small, unimportant obstruction" but a blockage in the small intestine. Please pray for his healing.

Blessings,
Mary

Two very special days

Yesterday was a special day around here! It only happens twice a year and there is an all-out effort to make the day worth its every moment.  I invited three important people to celebrate it with me. Aziza arrived at about 8:30, Nabukeera arrived a little closer to 9 a.m. and by the time Aunt Jessica arrived at 9:30 the festivities were well underway!!! The table was already a sea of dishes, pots and pans, cook books and kitchen utensils. The living room quickly thereafter filled with assorted items and the doors stood wide open for ease of moving in and out.   I'm sure you're anxious to know the momentous occasion?? Deroaching Day!!! My original plan was to clean out over the holidays when the pace of life around here was much slower and afforded the time for such an event. But, being as sick as I was in December and early January, there was no way for me to complete the task. Thus, by yesterday, the need to kill those pesky creatures was long overdue and took 6 cans of "Doom" to ensure success. What is "Doom"? you ask??? It is the African equivalent of RAID! I didn't bother to put on perfume yesterday, I wore Doom. The kids at the family group last night asked if I was sick because my throat was so scratchy from breathing in Doom all day. But, it was worth it. The only roaches I've seen since we finished at 4:30 p.m. yesterday are slow moving, "Doom-drunk", and dead. Hallelujah!!!

Nabukeera kept us laughing throughout the adventure. Here she peeks up over the cupboard to let Aziza capture her image for this blog post!

L to R Nabukeera, Aziza and Aunt Jessica

There is no place we leave untouched! Both high and low places must be scrubbed!

That was yesterday, Wednesday. So, here it is Thursday. A day I'm scheduled to hide in the banda and write. And here is another schedule rearranger slapping my set plan--my house help is not coming today--second day this week she is not able. It's a bit frustrating to be honest. I decided back in October that just six hours a week was not too much to ask of a week's worth of life's demands, but apparently I was greedy. The amount of days I've spent in the banda writing are definitely less than those I've spent doing what gets thrown at me due to life's circumstances.   So, off to school the kids will go and back into the kitchen I will go to wash dishes and start preparing lunch. Most assuredly required will be worship music and unceasing prayer at the kitchen sink!

In the past seven days, not only did we hold our bi-annual deroaching ceremony, but the cistern also needed deep cleaning! It's been a few days of extra work around here! I'm thankful that while doing these necessary extra jobs we were with kids we love and enjoy!

the sludge. This is what was living in the bottom of our cistern. Last Saturday morning was spent cleaning it out and preparing the cistern for the rains that should be soon in coming. The gutters are 85% finished--only lacking the down spouts.  The finishing touches should go up today or tomorrow.

The kids had fun climbing down into the cistern, scrubbing, hauling up buckets of muck and then bleaching the floor and walls.

And in other news . . .

morning hair is done best by Kevin

"Where's Toby?" He hid one day and the other boys couldn't find him.  Do you see him?

After the cistern clean-out, the kids made a car in the base of one of the banana groupings.  Yesterday they painted their license plate and made a sign for the "Britton's Taxi Service".  All the neighbor kids took turns driving and riding and the afternoon was filled with variations on accelerating and decelerating engine noises, "horns" honking and screeching brakes.

Monday is Geoff's birthday (45!!!) and he and I will spend two nights in Kampala while the kids enjoy the oversight of Auntie Hannah! It should be a fun weekend for all of us!!

Blessings to you and yours. Thanks for your prayers, financial support and love for us.

Mary