- The rainy season tempts us with its arrival & luggage of cooler weather. We are still melting under temperatures of 100 degrees during the day, but most afternoons/evenings hold small amounts of precipitation, with pleasant nights in tow. The past few days have covered our sleep with the sound of pounding raindrops on our tin roof, draining out the noise of Nyahuka town dance parties. During the day, the curtain of clouds & dust are drawn back to reveal the looming Rwenzori mountains dusted with greens & browns & the shadowed smoke of bush burning. They are my daily reminder that my God is mighty to save.
- A war is currently going on in my attic. I am suspicious we have a R.O.U.S. (rodent of unusual size) taking up residence there. Maybe he will eat all the other rats.
- FinchMan is the coolest 2-year-old you could ever meet. With a library of songs from Edward Sharpe’s Home to the classic Singing In the Rain, he belts out his jubilation (until distracted) for the world to hear (& if they don’t hear, he’ll yell louder). My sister reminded me that he should probably learn the ABCs, so we began working on letters during our walk to the river last week. Unfortunately, every time we get to G, he starts singing, “Alabama, Arkansas, I do love…” Oh well, we can work on that in Spain.
- I have a new job on the team: camera man (or woman). We are making a video of the WHM work & relationships in Bundibugyo. I love this job that opens up the small & rarely used, but apparently still existent, creative section of my brain. Let me advertise the Canon T2i’s filming capabilities! The amazing shots I have captured with my new lens have brought me to my knees in worship at God’s glory displayed in nature & smiles. Having to film everyone gives me a good excuse to return to the waterfall with Josh (no love notes on banana leaves this time), shadow more jobs, & carry a camera with me everywhere I go. It’s amazing how Africans react to a camera. Some scream & run behind their house like the camera is going to “snap” their souls instead of their smiles. Some begin to perform with odd tricks & kicks (all African boys know kung fu). And then there’s the occasional woman in the market that I’ve really ticked off by attempting to take her “snap” who will leap out of her chair & chase me away from her table with flailing arms & loud Lubwisi (I don’t need a translator to understand GET OUT). I wish someone else had a camera to catch those moments!
- No empali attacks recently, though they have left me paranoid after 3 attacks in 7 days a few weeks ago. A line of sugar ants marched into my room the other day & I annihilated them in seconds with Doom spray, only to realize they were harmless.
- Football practice is….well, interesting, to say the least. Though I may be able to out run the girls when we scrimmage at practice, when the ball flies in my direction I look like a confused chicken with feathers flying & clucking chaos. More than once, I’ve found myself wishing/praying for the spiritual gift of soccer skills! There have been many football tournaments at Christ School over the past few weeks. The boys are proving, once again, to be best in the district. They made it through quarterfinals yesterday (skirting some violence from another school up the street that was disqualified for breaking the rules, but didn’t take their punishment with grace & ease. I got into the match by walking in behind a truck filled with machine guns & police.). The girls have yet to play. There are not many girls’ football teams in this area of Uganda, let alone in the whole country, so they automatically qualify for regionals then (hopefully) will proceed to nationals. Rumor has it, we may play a few matches against another girls team tomorrow, but I have yet to be informed.
- Something just died in my attack.
- My Bundibugyo departure countdown has begun: 1 week left in the district! For those of you who’ve missed the updates, my time overseas has expanded. April 4 I will fly to South Sudan to spend 5 days visiting the WHM team in Mundri. My team leaders suggested that I get a taste of another mission field in Africa. South Sudan, a country of brokenness & unbearable heat, has been on my heart over the past few years, so I am excited about this chance of stepping into the dust & life of its people, even for just a few days. On April 10 I will return to Kampala, Uganda, to fly with the Stevens to London (where I hope to meet up with the MC study abroad folks) then to Malaga, Spain. In Spain, I will continue to watch Finch while Lesley delivers baby #2. At the end of May, we will travel by train to the World Harvest Conference in Huelva, Spain. God seemed to know all about these plans before I left the States (imagine that) because He brought in the exact amount to cover all of the new travel plans.
- And lastly, a big THANK YOU to everyone who sent a care package or letter over the few months I’ve been away. The girls in my house are super-duper thankful for all the chocolate & sweets stocking our shelves. I myself was ecstatic to receive 2 bags of Cups coffee (probably missed Cups more than family… just kidding, mom.) & have enjoyed sipping White Russian on my back porch during my prayer times. Thank you for all the letters of encouragement & stories (& a random hair comb for my “fro”). They brought a mixture of joy & sadness as I am missing friends at MC but enjoying life in the jungle.