google it.

i am known for YouTube-ing my name but google takes the cake.

& as much as i wish i could take credit for these photos, unfortunately none of these are of me or any of my relatives.

google yourself i promise you won't regret it.

photography

thank you: erica brandich & friends.

my life is so disposable

i decided not bring a camera to uganda with me.

a friend left me a disposable camera.(tracy bindel, best gift ever)

i used it to take random shots through out the last few months of my life.

turns out it is a great way to get a general picture of what i am up to.

here are a few samples:

our village friends

beautiful prossie and i at the clinic

taking care of baby ben's wounds

giving jonah a ride on the medical clinic bike

the kiddos at the kids house

click here to see more photos

Pakalast!

I have our brief visit back to Namugongo Village to thank for getting this scrambled mess of emotion to point where i could start to share...

I am so guilty. Guilty of not giving enough insight into what is going on in my life here in Uganda. Without making too many excuses. Quite simply it is because I am still struggling to put all the pieces together.

a glimpse:

God gave me the beautiful task of opening a medical here in Uganda, just outside Kampala. Everyday since setting out on this great endeavor has been beautiful, complicated, challenging, and frustrating. Everyday since the start I have spent a lot of time asking God "Why me". I have less than a month left here and unfortunately I still don't have the answer to that. But I will say it's been the craziest and scariest, most soul searching, knee praying, head spinning, sleepless nights, and hair falling out time of my life, so far anyway. So much so that I couldn't for a minute bare to muster up the worlds to convey to all my friends back home that it probably wasn't going to happen. I mean the clinic opening before I leave.

There are a lot of boring reasons why. Mostly related to not having money. But also, as I am realizing that seeing it open wasn't the gift god had given me. At least not yet. I am not entirely disappointed. This season of my life is teaching me to accept that we won't always get to see the fruits of our labor and besides before being to discouraged I am first pretty thankful that I have made it this far. That I got to be apart of this in the first place. That I have left all the groundwork finished to get this thing started. That in the process of the struggle I got to know some amazing people & I will say I feel blessed to know I saw Jesus’ feet at least once or twice, shook his hand more times than I can count, and that his smile is forever embedded in my memory.

Anyway, while I am still figuring out how to tell this story but I wanted all of you to know that I am thankful to be here; in awe of god's handhold over my life and all the people I am meeting. That I am satisfied with what he has allowed me to see, know, and be apart of while I am here. The story is still very much unfinished but it's beginning to make sense(at least i think so). We have a saying we use here "pakalast" it means forever. And I am pretty sure I am going to love Uganda pakalast! But meanwhile I am still here and in my inability to share with you my heart, I hope this small piece will do until I am home having coffee with each of you (wow that’s a lot of coffee!).

love.

from the ug.

oh and i spent all of last week and will spend the majority of my time left here working at Wakiso Health Center. Unfortunately I can't post any photos but let's just say the experience has been enough to assure me that this is exactly where I am supposed to be...