I waved goodbye to my little Bethany who has been my friend over many years and many countries. We tell stories about Jesus together. Today she chose to leave with a friend. Her name is Stella and she is nine years old. Stella and Bethany my la fofo will love village children together.
It’s hard not to shed a tear when my friend and I have shared so much. I am proud of Bethany that she willingly flew into Stella’s satchel for the trip to the village.
Goodbye Bethany. I love you!!!!
And to our dear Acoli family we say goodbye for now. Goodbyes hurt but we are joyful to love you!!!
Our world is outdoors
path between blue skies and grey clouds
we chase the sun
a ruler mark was a better way
children should not have fun
serious the subject
in every day
we must light- hearted
follow the leader
the silly way
you don’t want to know
that I taught a game
I have the upmost respect for teachers with all sorts of degrees. The job is an important one. A retired elementary teacher, I respect and adore, states emphatically that her most important subject was love and kindness; something she taught by example to her appreciative students. I’ll add fun to that list. We have fun in our classes – lot’s of it!!!
Sending love to my friends in Pawell and Lacor. You are the best teachers in the world and have taught me to have the best kind of fun.
~ Love Mrs. Fish
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