Showing posts with label africa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label africa. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

pics from rwanda

A few pictures from my trip to Kigali, Rwanda!


Tea Plantation in the valley


City of Kigali..a "city on a hill"

couldn't believe how nice it was!

am i in america? crazy nice streets i'd say! 

eating some maize with the teachers when I visited IWE 
(Institution for Women of Excellence)


"The Land of 1000 Hills"


crossing the border on foot! 


the sunrise is absolutely beautiful in africa!


It was a great trip minus the fact that I got sick on the bus ride back to Kampala! :) I guess it's just another part of the adventure... :)

Monday, June 11, 2012

a sneak peak..more to follow

had a great few days in the village! have lots of pictures and videos to share but will post more later. i'm headed off today to murchison falls with my new friends, angie and her dad, pat. excited to see new places in uganda with some new friends!

here are couple of pictures from the village...
sweet grandparents laughing

home visit with angie

some precious & beautiful little feet

our primary students 


Thursday, May 24, 2012

Meet Florence!

I want to introduce you to a beautiful woman a had the privilege of meeting and spending time with. 
Her name is Florence. 

She is 1 of 50 precious widows we work with. She is one of five wives that her husband married; however, she was unable to bare children. She has been living alone for quite some time and now with her current condition, it only makes things a bit more difficult. Pastor Paul was notified about her situation and he planned visit with her, while I was in Mawanga, to discuss what options there were. (side note: Pastor Paul receives phone calls almost on a daily basis regarding a widow, child, caretaker, or individual who is in urgent need of assistance).

I was informed that she was having severe stomach pains that were due to a probable hernia. We drove to her house and when we arrived we were surprised to hear she was not there, but she was on her way to the clinic. We quickly rerouted ourselves and made it to the clinic a few minutes before she did. We watched as she slowly walked toward us with each step sending shooting pain through her body. She was hurting and needed relief. After being examined by one of the local staff members at Mawanga clinic we sat outside to discuss with Florence and the nurse. From what we could understand, Florence has been dealing with not only a possible hernia (causing the most pain), but also Malaria and even being anemic. She also shared with us her lack of food and water, which on top of everything, doesn’t give her much strength.

So again, with a similar situation like the one with Hadijah, I didn’t know what to do or say. I looked at her weak body with heavy eyes, just wishing there was a way to relieve some of the pain. I turned to Pastor Paul and asked him “so what do we do?” He graciously smiled at me and said, “this is what we go through every day here. We listen, counsel, and pray with them. Then try to figure out some solution (if there is any).  It’s a constant thing in the village.  You can see how so many people die [because they lack basic needs].”

I walked away with Pastor Paul with my heart heavy. ‘How is this okay? How can I sit with a woman like Florence, listen to her, watch her grimace in pain, pray over her, and then walk away?’ Sometimes it's unbearable. Sometimes I wish there was a better clinic in Mawanga to provide suitable care for woman like Florence, but the reality is there isn’t. There isn’t much medical care available in Mawanga, but maybe someday..Lord willing!

Pray for Florence. Pray for relief. Pray for funds to provide the health care she needs before it gets worse. Pray for all the widows who deal with the daily challenges of life in the village... 



Here is a little message from Pastor Paul: 

Sunday, May 6, 2012

my feet are muddy…


that is what happens when it rains in the village. the dirt roads become pure mud. you can slip, get stuck, and add layers to your feet or the shoes you are wearing. it’s impossible to keep your feet clean when you’re in the village. you can bathe and scrub, but there the mud leaves a red stain on your feet showing a sign that you have been in the village. showing you have walked the roads, the streets, and been with the people. it’s something that i love as a reminder of where i have been...and even where i will frequently walk!
as i walk the roads, see the faces of the children, greet the adults…i find myself embracing each aspect of the village more and more. it’s something that i can’t quite find words to describe but i feel it more and more rising inside of me each time i'm in mawanga. the love i have for that place, for the people, for the HOPE that is present, continues to spill out of my heart. more tears are being shed. more emotions are being tapped into. more heartbreaking stories being told. it’s the place where i’m at. in the mud. with the people. bearing the heaviness. the hardship. the unrelenting struggle every day. but i’m humbled to be in that very place. standing in the gap. HOPING alongside the people of mawanga and the surrounding villages….

...more to come

Monday, June 27, 2011

going to all nations...Acts 1:8

when God says "go"..He is speaking to everyone of us.

God is not asking us, He is commanding us.

i have 3 friends who have recently left for 3  different countries and nations...Haiti, Zimbabwe, and Ukraine

they have said, "yes, Lord" and put everything aside to "go" on behalf of the Him.


i ask for prayer for them... pray that God will give them insight, wisdom, discernment, encouragement, energy, boldness, and refreshing strength every day in what they will be doing. they are being the hands and feet of Christ to the people of those countries. i am honored to call them friends.

Whitney Turner - Haiti Medical Team

Hannah Leigh Hatterrick - working on a farm in Zimbabwe 

Brittney Snodgress (and the team) - Kiev, Ukraine

Monday, March 28, 2011

14 miles

(picture above are kids with their bike in Uganda)

last friday i decided to ride my bike into town to mail a letter. i wanted to get some exercise and so i did it. i got my water, my ipod, and hopped on the bike. i knew from driving to town, it was only 10 mins. but when riding a bike...it's a whole different story.

i made it through the hilly roads, drove by the lake, through some neighborhoods, crossed traffic. and 7.5 miles later...i made it to the post office. i dropped the letter off, had a water break and then began my ride back...

as i was riding back and feeling the burn in my legs i couldn't help but think about the people in africa and even those all over the world who may only have a bike for transportation. the majority of people around the world do not have a vehicle to take them places. they have to use either buses, bikes, or even just their own feet to take them somewhere. and for a moment, i got to experience just that.

my journey round trip took me roughly 90 mins to do 14 miles. it was difficult, but i am so glad i chose to do this. it gave me a small glimpse of what so many people go through. the pain. the long travel. the contentment. the journey of it all.

i love when God uses moments like these to give me a better understanding and perspective of those living in 3rd world countries and especially those in Africa.