The gift I send is love
you cant pack it in a box
or wrap it up and send it on a plane with a friend
1000 beads cant take its place
red, green and silver ribbon can’t outshine its beauty
it can’t be sealed in ziploc bags with a kiss
village children won’t make it in class
it can’t be hung on a tree
this kind of love was born in a manager
gave up all priviledge
scratchy hay against a baby’s skin
no kingly courts celebrated His arrival
He was despised, rejected
few heard the songs sung for Him
centuries cant outdistance the meaning
sacrifice became love
love became a free gift
it is what I send to my friends in Uganda this Christmas
and to you!
In October I started putting together a package of christmas gifts and crafts for 100 children. Love was placed in ziploc bags. A package went in luggage with a friend who went to Uganda in November. There was plenty of time for the children to receive their Christmas goodies. “The airlines regrets to tell you that your luggage was lost in transit.” I hope somewhere children are able to enjoy the crafts and gifts that were inside that lost luggage. The best gift is the love I can send to my Pawell, Lacor and Gulu family – each of you is precious and loved beyond measure by the King.
in the same lane
motorcycles, trucks, and cars
we walk, some make it
Pedestrians is the WordPress photo prompt for the week.
I have learned to share a lane with multiple vehicles and other people in Northern Uganda.
storm clouds march forward
savanna goes on forever
layered her pain
The layers of Uganda – A woman is sorrowful at the loss of her newborn child but she does not cry, fierce storms give little notice, and the horizon seems endless.
The WordPress Photo challenge this week is Layered
hand tickles the clouds
toes clutch creases of dirt
ants raise their heads confused
how did that ant get so big?
children play hide n seek
*mono peeks around the building
footballs rush over high grass
older boys chase fun
village women pump water
Pawell never sits still
* mono = white person
Refuge – A Safe Place
One day where a pair of feet stand
many feet will be running
where there a few huts there will be many
the spade of hope has pierced this ground
the seed of the future has been planted
songs will be sung, children will be safe
all because of the faith of a few men
I wish I could paint a picture of what this Acholi land will look like one day. I heard the plan and I believe many children’s lives will never be the same because a few men (who understand what is like to be refugees) prayed.
According to PRI more than 2000 South Sudanese are fleeing to Uganda daily. Uganda is one of three countries taking in a massive number of refugees.
Big enough for two
ants compete with the size
spring cleaning adds more rooms
fit for a king
I am off the grid for the next couple of days but will check back to see how y’all are doing. We didn’t dare to measure the ant hills but some appear to be as tall as a human and are elaborate as castles.
Enjoy the blog posts of fantastic bloggers at the A to Z challenge.
The April 2017 A to Z Challenge begins in a few days on April 1st. All bloggers are welcome to share words, photography, you.
We just returned from Uganda so I am inspired to share about this place and these people who were so welcoming and loving (so much so that we are hoping to return soon!)
Our journey took us to the northern part of Uganda the main city being Gulu. This part of Uganda has suffered greatly under the hand of The Lord’s Resistance Army.
The Acholi one of the displaced tribes are slowly moving back to ancestral land but many of the young people are staying in the cities. One man, James, told some memories as a young child of losing his home and having to hide. He is one of the stalwart who has returned to the land he loves. He is dreaming of planting a church and building a school for the people who have returned.
Under 2 sprawling trees, hope has been rekindled for a piece of Northern Uganda.