tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22615471862848162642023-11-15T22:27:06.107-08:00Here I Am - Lord Send MeLexiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469074354399518774noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2261547186284816264.post-85359456161889830662009-09-28T16:55:00.000-07:002009-09-28T17:45:56.071-07:00Like cold water to a thirsty soul...<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; ">...so is good news from a far country</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">proverbs 25:25</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">i don't know when i will just decide that i need to just let my blog go cause i never write on it...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">but </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">i do have something to share. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">i have been meaning to give you the blog of the girl we met in africa (who lives at the boys home...whom we built the kitchen for...remember??)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">here is the link to her blog click ---->>> </span><a href="http://africa-love.livejournal.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">here</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">and watch the latest video on there of the "birthday dance". it makes me so happy seeing those boys dancing around! i miss them soo! the two older guys in there are Abby and Kennie (and I think Tonny might be there)----our beloved "translators/transporters/tour guides/brothers and friends". And the older woman are the ones who cooked all our meals. YUMMY. And of course all of the little ones are the ones we worked with. : ) </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">be blessed! </span></div>Lexiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469074354399518774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2261547186284816264.post-84491047950800731812009-08-25T18:25:00.000-07:002009-08-25T18:31:17.283-07:00Help Bring a Sweet Orphan HOME!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">After posting about my amazing time at the Sanyu I had a very sweet lady email me asking about a sweet boy from the home. Through talking with her some and reading through her blog I was incredibly blessed. It looks like she will be traveling to Africa within the next couple of weeks to meet this sweet boy in hopes of adopting him!! </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Please visit </span><a href="http://www.chrisandmeghan.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">their blog</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">. They are selling some pretty amazing stuff that you might be interested in. Also, read about the neat ways that you can donate to help them get their children HOME!! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">chrisandmeghan.com </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">be blessed : ) </span></div>Lexiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469074354399518774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2261547186284816264.post-77859239895224646652009-08-17T17:32:00.000-07:002009-08-17T17:58:12.849-07:00Brown Eyed Beauty<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY2C3B6jhZM5FlDy6lPGbWjClhQQj4QEBiiSZ4PA4kUzpY8oH9Hc60bQoT6DldM4-0mx8Hm66ASSpFyDAb393IXFwLeVq-_EhktgrHvVJS2MfNZK6hDEfCrLY9FNRbULKtusrcRkC3jXI/s1600-h/4743_107976226773_511516773_2696934_6063245_n.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Today I am writing about one of the particular babies from the Sanyu Babies home that forever has a place in my heart. But to keep her identity private I will just refer to her has Brown Eyed Beauty. Because, she did have big. beautiful. brown. eyes. that I will </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">always</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> remember. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Oh, and I so wish I could share with you her name. Cause it is also...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">beautiful. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Infact, everything about her was </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">beautiful</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR6LBhKUpuYiIoNziorlkD5C90QMA8cREphCgBKEh7kc1hyphenhypheneGVNQ-0qYRL0rjsclI32JYBpL2yVhnAh_diePkTiYihQJkugSiG8k_1MVmCnsgAYDsPq5Y8G1g4hD-z650vbPvYwtloYBM/s1600-h/4960_91508223926_623438926_1995874_7888383_n.jpg"></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I had been to the Sanyu home many times...played with many babies. But on about my 6th (?) visit. I found her. And how I missed her before, I don't know. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">She was wearing a beautiful pink sundress.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I found her sitting in a small area where all the babies ranging in age from about 6 months to a year were crawling around. Those cute little babes were crawling all over this poor little girl. But she didn't seem to mind. It didn't even phase her. She seemed to being staring off it to space...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I had 2 or 3 babies in my lap...and a few more babies were blocking the distance between me and Brown Eyes. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I wanted so bad to get to her. Hold her. She looked so sad. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">But every time I'd take one baby off my lap, three more would crawl on. After about 10 minutes of trying to move some babies out of the way of me and Brown Eyes, I got to her! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Finally, I was within reaching distance!! Yet fear gripped me as I realized her how frail she looked. It appeared to be as if I picked her up I might break her. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We stared at each other for a couple of seconds. And I realized I just needed to do it. I didn't have much time to spare before more babies separated us. So I gently picked her up. I felt so shaky as I lifted her. I could feel every. single. rib. She has a tube attached to her arm. I am guessing for medicine. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR6LBhKUpuYiIoNziorlkD5C90QMA8cREphCgBKEh7kc1hyphenhypheneGVNQ-0qYRL0rjsclI32JYBpL2yVhnAh_diePkTiYihQJkugSiG8k_1MVmCnsgAYDsPq5Y8G1g4hD-z650vbPvYwtloYBM/s1600-h/4960_91508223926_623438926_1995874_7888383_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR6LBhKUpuYiIoNziorlkD5C90QMA8cREphCgBKEh7kc1hyphenhypheneGVNQ-0qYRL0rjsclI32JYBpL2yVhnAh_diePkTiYihQJkugSiG8k_1MVmCnsgAYDsPq5Y8G1g4hD-z650vbPvYwtloYBM/s400/4960_91508223926_623438926_1995874_7888383_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371095399568619474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Finally I found a bench to sit at and I cradled her like a baby. Her smile could light up a whole </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">ROOM</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> I tell you! I was smitten. And I forever treasure these pictures. I heard that she might be getting a forever family soon (not us. don't start making crazy ideas.) I pray that I can locate that family and tell them just how much I loved there little Brown Eyed Beauty. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYfqdEoU0Ka0LxPeZOgia24RPX3o0TDJYBfpbZllTff3X3mZyviJ7wRj-GPHeBOanpQ9EAlE34wE-feIJzxUKIo5bVTFuEG2_18U1XYUACtAPx4ZGq93gwn68hQPyLQzT0G0RfhdDlxVc/s1600-h/4948_92182823926_623438926_2003246_4732733_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYfqdEoU0Ka0LxPeZOgia24RPX3o0TDJYBfpbZllTff3X3mZyviJ7wRj-GPHeBOanpQ9EAlE34wE-feIJzxUKIo5bVTFuEG2_18U1XYUACtAPx4ZGq93gwn68hQPyLQzT0G0RfhdDlxVc/s400/4948_92182823926_623438926_2003246_4732733_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371095398468033522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:18px;">Brown Eyes will always have a place in my heart.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:18px;">And I am thankful that there are no orphans of GOD! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY2C3B6jhZM5FlDy6lPGbWjClhQQj4QEBiiSZ4PA4kUzpY8oH9Hc60bQoT6DldM4-0mx8Hm66ASSpFyDAb393IXFwLeVq-_EhktgrHvVJS2MfNZK6hDEfCrLY9FNRbULKtusrcRkC3jXI/s1600-h/4743_107976226773_511516773_2696934_6063245_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY2C3B6jhZM5FlDy6lPGbWjClhQQj4QEBiiSZ4PA4kUzpY8oH9Hc60bQoT6DldM4-0mx8Hm66ASSpFyDAb393IXFwLeVq-_EhktgrHvVJS2MfNZK6hDEfCrLY9FNRbULKtusrcRkC3jXI/s400/4743_107976226773_511516773_2696934_6063245_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371099821707121122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></span></span></div>Lexiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469074354399518774noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2261547186284816264.post-91597824553849229672009-08-10T07:07:00.001-07:002009-08-10T07:19:49.355-07:00Meeting Katie!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; ">I have always wanted to point y'all in the direction of <a href="http://www.kissesfromkatie.blogspot.com">Katies blog</a>...because it is simply amazing. I had always meant to do it before I went to Uganda...because she was a hero! </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">But now that I have met Katie, and ate dinner with her...I can't begin to tell you how much more of a hero she is to me!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">She came to Kampala (about 1 hour away from her home) to eat dinner with our group and share her testimony with us. Me and Emma met her at the babies home and she walked back to the hotel with us so that me and Emma could change---we were oh so dirty from working in the village!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Let me just say, this girl has the biggest heart! And she is so much fun! As all of us girls were changing in the hotel...she just sat on the bed and laughed with all of us. Then we went back to the babies home to feed the babies and put them to bed. It was so evident how much she loves the orphans. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Once the babies were all in bed we went to eat dinner at the hotel and got to know her some more...than she shared her testimony with all of us! Amazing! She blessed us so much...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So please, head on over to her </span><a href="http://www.kissesfromkatie.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">blog </span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> right now! You will surely be blessed by this 20 year old girl who is living in Uganda raising 13 small children who all call her "mom"! Her blog is.... www.kissesfromkatie.blogspot.com . Be blessed! </span></div>Lexiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469074354399518774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2261547186284816264.post-33902906656421883002009-08-07T17:16:00.000-07:002009-08-07T20:06:36.804-07:00Just Makes Me Laugh...<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I feel like there has been a lot of "seriousness" on this blog lately. In fact I was just writing a serious post and decided...ya know...how about something different for a change?? So here is something funny : ) <br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUhtefNulLLtgERkyCzvJezXXda1_7G-_px3E-wRsY4T34texfk3ykEO81KnpdhFsYsSF0-fheu7VRlxc72u8IM5d-SQJAZeetQS2EvOkk-E8C8_KeccC6TBM-haOiKsQB6E51is1WX2c/s1600-h/4743_107923581773_511516773_2695979_1115595_n.jpg"></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I found this picture while looking through some of my team mates pictures a couple of days after returning home and it made me laugh. I promise...this dog really was a sweet dog. This picture just happened to happen at the perfectly perfect timing. I actually never did really interact with the dog...because one I am not a dog person...and two I had many people tell me "don't touch the dogs in africa!!" But I think it was a sweet dog. I love the look on both of their faces too. "J" is completely chill unaware of what is happening...I love it! </span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUhtefNulLLtgERkyCzvJezXXda1_7G-_px3E-wRsY4T34texfk3ykEO81KnpdhFsYsSF0-fheu7VRlxc72u8IM5d-SQJAZeetQS2EvOkk-E8C8_KeccC6TBM-haOiKsQB6E51is1WX2c/s1600-h/4743_107923581773_511516773_2695979_1115595_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUhtefNulLLtgERkyCzvJezXXda1_7G-_px3E-wRsY4T34texfk3ykEO81KnpdhFsYsSF0-fheu7VRlxc72u8IM5d-SQJAZeetQS2EvOkk-E8C8_KeccC6TBM-haOiKsQB6E51is1WX2c/s400/4743_107923581773_511516773_2695979_1115595_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367382862073380834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Fun fact: J, the guy in the picture is adopting a little beauty that he met in Africa! We are so excited for him! And it was so awesome to see him meet his daughter...and also heartbreaking to see him have to say goodbye to her...but they will be traveling to take her home for good soon!! Send up a prayer for there sweet sweet family! <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div></span></div>Lexiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469074354399518774noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2261547186284816264.post-17575329980037311292009-08-06T18:16:00.001-07:002009-08-06T18:24:53.543-07:00Missing Uganda Today....<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Here is a video that William from our team made....</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">enjoy and don't forget to pause my music (the music doesn't start till about 25 seconds into video). </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nITAt-SiAGI&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nITAt-SiAGI&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span><br /></span></div>Lexiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469074354399518774noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2261547186284816264.post-21650785138141253772009-08-05T19:10:00.000-07:002009-08-05T19:12:06.556-07:00~Welcome Home~<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">New favorite song...</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">Just felt like sharing it with y'all. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">You can listen to it on my playlist. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">And heres the Lyrics (you can't miss a word) : ) </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><p><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Take, me, make me<br />All You want me to be<br />That's all I'm asking, all I'm asking</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Welcome to this heart of mine<br />I've buried under prideful vines<br />Grown to hide the mess I've made <br />Inside of me<br />Come decorate, Lord<br />Open up the creaking door<br />And walk upon the dusty floor<br />Scrape away the guilty stains<br />Until no sin or shame remain<br />Spread Your love upon the walls<br />And occupy the empty halls<br />Until the man I am has faded<br />No more doors are barricaded</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Chorus:<br />Come inside this heart of mine<br />It's not my own<br />Make it home<br />Come and take this heart and make it<br />All Your own<br />Welcome home</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Take a seat, pull up a chair<br />Forgive me for the disrepair<br />And the souvenirs from floor to ceiling<br />Gathered on my search for meaning<br />Every closet's filled with clutter<br />Messes yet to be discovered<br />I'm overwhelmed, I understand<br />I can't make this place all that You can</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">repeat chorus</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">I took the space that You placed in me<br />Redecorated in shades of greed<br />And I made sure every door stayed locked<br />Every window blocked, and still You knocked</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">repeat chorus</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Take me, make me<br />All You want me to be<br />That's all I'm asking, all I'm asking</span></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div></span></span></div>Lexiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469074354399518774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2261547186284816264.post-37976544066688088152009-08-03T12:07:00.000-07:002009-08-03T12:08:55.176-07:00More Info on the Kidnapping!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Thank you to all that commented saying they would pray!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">If you would like a more detailed explanation of the situation...go to </span><a href="http://www.aplacecalledsimplicity.blogspot.com"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Linnys Blog </span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">! </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Lexiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469074354399518774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2261547186284816264.post-29827296839158308102009-08-02T11:09:00.000-07:002009-08-02T11:15:33.094-07:00Please Pray!!!!!I don't know if there a soul out there that reads this blog any more...but please, if you are reading this...send up a prayer for 4 of the boys (do not know which ones yet) from African Hearts that were kidnapped yesterday.<br /><br />The reasons for kidnapping in Africa are either for trafficing or sacrafice.<br /><br />Please pray!!!!!!Lexiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469074354399518774noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2261547186284816264.post-82094338475863748332009-07-16T13:16:00.001-07:002009-07-16T13:34:56.851-07:00Thankful Thursday...He Loves To Delight Us!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8HJ6JdXojqGyUaEjtvSAv13Fxxoe9PXeJrwvcQ3P9zDMHis86rMxjI7i7GOY8dc6e7XeSP82iLZrPquWcaDXPKHGzfVsQ16YM9phSzNlpQ3VFxg8C0aoD40vpCQoRVqRoruqJyY_t_jc/s1600-h/4743_107923671773_511516773_2695993_6250440_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8HJ6JdXojqGyUaEjtvSAv13Fxxoe9PXeJrwvcQ3P9zDMHis86rMxjI7i7GOY8dc6e7XeSP82iLZrPquWcaDXPKHGzfVsQ16YM9phSzNlpQ3VFxg8C0aoD40vpCQoRVqRoruqJyY_t_jc/s400/4743_107923671773_511516773_2695993_6250440_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359158465527039378" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjio8nQb9uODGC_2hu_vR0F7lbWyn0rZxt7kFxS-YmjsQuAaeGYzH8UkiiRYUUA4K82IgHSkBi8XP1yo4V8sAejelMXjVgZUPXapt4i0xibXZIYEZ3IXqABUcgykhtgfHL27-uDL3bZ3hQ/s1600-h/4743_107923251773_511516773_2695923_7801316_n.jpg"></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">There are times in your life whenever you know that it is God who moved big time on your be half. Times where He did things just because he wanted to delight his child. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Times;"><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My team was one of those ways that God surprised me and delighted me. He could have put me with any 'ol team...but he placed me with the perfect team. And He did it in a very interesting way. Most people find their teams through church, school, or friend. Not my case. </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">For many years I have been praying that God would send me on a mission trip. And because God says that you can pray for specific things...I prayed for Africa. I kept praying that God would open the door. </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Months passed...and my dad decided to look on our church website for teams. Side note: he is such an amazing Dad. Anyway, he found a team for me! I checked out their website...sounded pretty amazing! I knew some of the people that were going. Sweet. I figured that this was the door I had prayed for God to open. </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">But as the first meeting for the team drew closer..something didn't feel right. I couldn't figure out what it was!! I had dreamed of going to Africa...God had opened the door...and yet something just didn't feel right. I kept thinking...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">what is my problem?! </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I didn't want to tell my parents about these feelings I was having because it had taken a lot of work for them to even think about sending me to Africa...I didn't want to put doubts in their mind! So I just kept quiet.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Then one day I woke up earlier than usual and decided to catch up on some blogs that I loved reading. Thats when I came across </span><a href="http://aplacecalledsimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/03/want-to-be-missionary-for-few-days.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">this</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> post. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Oh my good heavennnsssss</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">!!! It was probably only 5:30 a.m yet I just felt like jumping up and down on my bed whenever I read this!!! Part of me was saying...this is so silly...I am already signed up with another team..and plus...I have never even commented on this blog...I mean...golly gee...its a BLOG...my parents would never agree to this. Yet the other half of me was saying...GO!!!!!! So I got in the shower and thought more about it. I just kept laughing out loud at my self thinking...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Why am I even doing this to myself...I just need to get this out of my mind for good</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">. Yet I couldn't. I began to pray and pray that God would open the door for me to GO. Please God...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">pleaaaase!??</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I decided to email my dad about it (he was out of town at the time). I just said something like "Dad, I know this is so crazy...but just think about it". And then when my mom woke up I barely even said good morning before I practically screamed "Mom, you have just got to think about it! Please mom...just go read this post!" </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I went to school that day and it was all I could think about. I even told my dearest friend (yes, thats you, Jess!) to please pray for me about something. I didn't tell her what, partly because I knew she would think I was nuts...and partly because I didn't want to get too excited about something so crazy as this. I texted my sister and told her to pray. </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">That night my dad called me and told me "email them"...whhaaaaaat? Really...did my dad just say to email some random people I met online about going to AFRICA!? </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So I did...and the rest is history. They invited me to join their team. We talked to them on the phone that weekend...and bought my plane ticket later that next week. Even as it was happening I couldn't believe it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Some nights I would lay in bed and think to my self..."what if these people are just plain wackos that are going to kidnap me and take me to Africa!?" But I would always end up going to sleep with a smile on my face thinking...I can't believe this is happening! I felt like the luckiest girl alive.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I got intouch with some of the girls that were going via facebook*. They sounded so sweet! One night the team even invited me to be apart of their team meeting via *skype. Yes it was akward...but they were so sweet! </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">When people would ask "are you going with your church?? or school??? or what?" I'd always feel so strange trying to tell them the story. Sometimes I'd just say...."its a long, crazy story."</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I sometimes wondered while waiting for the trip to come...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">why this team? What was a matter with the other team? Why am I so stinken' elated over traveling with a team from out of state that I have never met?! This isn't like me.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Yet, after returning home. After crying my little eyes out as I had to say goodbye to them. I knew. He did it to delight me. Plain and simple. </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">They were like family in every way. And I can not stop strategizing ways to get me up to Colorado to see them again. </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am forever grateful to MY GOD that loves to delight us. </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Some photos...</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We stayed up way after dark on the patio laughing and chatting about the day...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw4IX6NGroBGgw1jwi1B1wwiQFiSXzEc7t0wWi1sI-Zaz-zr97K2MYg4eD5Kdd1zVjmufMzRkCWa7Qb4Qt4c8-9wyOJ_s_Hi86EeNmUhod5a0NsHPejyGnQp5yAScE1JP1_yqi-F6AFWBk/s1600-h/4743_107913051773_511516773_2695577_2193817_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw4IX6NGroBGgw1jwi1B1wwiQFiSXzEc7t0wWi1sI-Zaz-zr97K2MYg4eD5Kdd1zVjmufMzRkCWa7Qb4Qt4c8-9wyOJ_s_Hi86EeNmUhod5a0NsHPejyGnQp5yAScE1JP1_yqi-F6AFWBk/s400/4743_107913051773_511516773_2695577_2193817_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359148511886719618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-style: normal; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMWGnZhiP6IHVraj4_utXiqUEWbtm1MuAcNo05TozjufgDcC5zoCUZ_eyMX5MYXuheR2MGi7JcVz_Gx-H__4nq4YHhxIQZ94OFsJlG7WU-58CRuTWPKaGbY9ozZql6AWLxRrXHmgli1z9u/s400/4743_107913046773_511516773_2695576_416878_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359149213738577682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-style: normal; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjio8nQb9uODGC_2hu_vR0F7lbWyn0rZxt7kFxS-YmjsQuAaeGYzH8UkiiRYUUA4K82IgHSkBi8XP1yo4V8sAejelMXjVgZUPXapt4i0xibXZIYEZ3IXqABUcgykhtgfHL27-uDL3bZ3hQ/s400/4743_107923251773_511516773_2695923_7801316_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359156211592811682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We'd wake up early to sit on the patio and laugh some more...</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMZ-FPLwyfmNxQGQxcutGyulzRAoFoSkv1HsrHbMrR8rW_fdb6kglCpjHzbgB8YSxYtfjnh_ARNIgWl4Orw79RK7rP-beZz3SsfOxW7S2XlPs73skzop6qGP0Xxl91Rq7xXcQSZ0CKnWKf/s1600-h/4743_107913091773_511516773_2695584_7567426_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMZ-FPLwyfmNxQGQxcutGyulzRAoFoSkv1HsrHbMrR8rW_fdb6kglCpjHzbgB8YSxYtfjnh_ARNIgWl4Orw79RK7rP-beZz3SsfOxW7S2XlPs73skzop6qGP0Xxl91Rq7xXcQSZ0CKnWKf/s400/4743_107913091773_511516773_2695584_7567426_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359148507053585906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We'd do stupid things just to make us laugh again...</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxzSHyWJZV4DaAh_9WRXJ9NPoqI0h0m7Yhvd_pMhgiyBPh7EYN3UlU7HNN3i3mldVnSd_rkRkyC56BGP41wHLnNnmH0ff-lsvDNeMKIuElttpha7SKkgfNKfLRG13AByZaEj1Ea9MK1alS/s1600-h/4743_107923276773_511516773_2695928_8177011_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxzSHyWJZV4DaAh_9WRXJ9NPoqI0h0m7Yhvd_pMhgiyBPh7EYN3UlU7HNN3i3mldVnSd_rkRkyC56BGP41wHLnNnmH0ff-lsvDNeMKIuElttpha7SKkgfNKfLRG13AByZaEj1Ea9MK1alS/s400/4743_107923276773_511516773_2695928_8177011_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359148504703730098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We worked hard...</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigQJ_KTc_xvUccwwqx4LKvqyzkLCbwUaM1XRLCgxgauLfdvTf7djKzqym1NbfF2W6_S2kMMMxfo_BpsVtEJkQrr_U2ufayvJADTibmNzJVqeGhv2SZ11ePcqP7iRb1Am-QpYrTE6ZDx_AI/s1600-h/4743_107923106773_511516773_2695900_4463745_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigQJ_KTc_xvUccwwqx4LKvqyzkLCbwUaM1XRLCgxgauLfdvTf7djKzqym1NbfF2W6_S2kMMMxfo_BpsVtEJkQrr_U2ufayvJADTibmNzJVqeGhv2SZ11ePcqP7iRb1Am-QpYrTE6ZDx_AI/s400/4743_107923106773_511516773_2695900_4463745_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359148499422565186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We loved...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOkWugB7rlz3MdSq1-rrkPfJ_c8tBcrH72MQdIf8roX5kGqhAmax7LZQ-THbk_nLZq_k6aA_DOloRpFn2kXahq5oy6nUOFEEoovRfQ-8YxT3RTMlvRCOTeq5Oy5ngnyoZqHjHr3_GV6qkO/s1600-h/4743_107923601773_511516773_2695982_7645212_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOkWugB7rlz3MdSq1-rrkPfJ_c8tBcrH72MQdIf8roX5kGqhAmax7LZQ-THbk_nLZq_k6aA_DOloRpFn2kXahq5oy6nUOFEEoovRfQ-8YxT3RTMlvRCOTeq5Oy5ngnyoZqHjHr3_GV6qkO/s400/4743_107923601773_511516773_2695982_7645212_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359148495704125730" style="display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">...and we laughed some more</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOBsVelMW4LP8DCeScCRy0zsw1q-P6RIPSW3ud6xZnbNhLXJCEDPZJUKhbSJfDgbewQAoNjsEEl4xhtXdL-kXa4goWWQYGya58-g3sUH-5omIrYA7MijBtIPHQKWlpVx5YhYKVWiGjUwZt/s1600-h/4743_107878081773_511516773_2694743_4871616_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOBsVelMW4LP8DCeScCRy0zsw1q-P6RIPSW3ud6xZnbNhLXJCEDPZJUKhbSJfDgbewQAoNjsEEl4xhtXdL-kXa4goWWQYGya58-g3sUH-5omIrYA7MijBtIPHQKWlpVx5YhYKVWiGjUwZt/s400/4743_107878081773_511516773_2694743_4871616_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359149229696347074" style="display: block; 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cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxGBPzfbaVjHu5pYhDtFV-c-Ek6nLa5e1psJRQCkDS2V0_UA7B_UJdBEBV5wh5Fl9lms4hsdsOeJXiqM_MSxbtTZhiGZTC7p_Cerdsk9P8ZrQr1jdcLulvhKf-2mCDn6Heiq6jY4EJPpR8/s1600-h/4743_107878191773_511516773_2694762_453492_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxGBPzfbaVjHu5pYhDtFV-c-Ek6nLa5e1psJRQCkDS2V0_UA7B_UJdBEBV5wh5Fl9lms4hsdsOeJXiqM_MSxbtTZhiGZTC7p_Cerdsk9P8ZrQr1jdcLulvhKf-2mCDn6Heiq6jY4EJPpR8/s400/4743_107878191773_511516773_2694762_453492_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359149222502148962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">...got way to excited about yummy food...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Hf0A-XoYsl3D1IItNBHqmT3DrM-J-CqPgFQrOgMluTb-LdsV9RZ3vtoXAYd8x7JbA7aesfDqI6yI9aUQ8p9gDt1jHOMcwkQAhtPcbXdgZ-Fi83RBYpZtFd4F_ZKGdoYDCXPs7UNwtPl5/s1600-h/4700_1144591504995_1533738518_347989_1020950_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Hf0A-XoYsl3D1IItNBHqmT3DrM-J-CqPgFQrOgMluTb-LdsV9RZ3vtoXAYd8x7JbA7aesfDqI6yI9aUQ8p9gDt1jHOMcwkQAhtPcbXdgZ-Fi83RBYpZtFd4F_ZKGdoYDCXPs7UNwtPl5/s400/4700_1144591504995_1533738518_347989_1020950_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359149443201881506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">...like mirinda!!!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA4QPinBtAxffA-VC-NYuI23IXjwzIuvU5hQWSjfQV1NkuhkBX0xHvmURHBTH9FaMMw0QpA3UipoPyUZ_U4zsWIb8dBTYg1Up7batZPYiykxDswh99NGeuekUmkYcRoFVyJY-XOme4Ir0/s1600-h/africa_20090623_1784415963.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA4QPinBtAxffA-VC-NYuI23IXjwzIuvU5hQWSjfQV1NkuhkBX0xHvmURHBTH9FaMMw0QpA3UipoPyUZ_U4zsWIb8dBTYg1Up7batZPYiykxDswh99NGeuekUmkYcRoFVyJY-XOme4Ir0/s400/africa_20090623_1784415963.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359155283662390370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">...got our hand dirty together.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh95JsBeR0lp54ASGfsk6-Tv4XEoswvRpP2h43i_Tx-MCFzwKJd75J6Fx9-WmGFMTFWrjS2-BX92BDP1h3SA5_2Y9lNAM0HHODcpVThW-bgkOjIgi9UvaVvUt9KnYd9QO4QJwdU1nvIpR6P/s1600-h/4743_107884991773_511516773_2695163_5242741_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh95JsBeR0lp54ASGfsk6-Tv4XEoswvRpP2h43i_Tx-MCFzwKJd75J6Fx9-WmGFMTFWrjS2-BX92BDP1h3SA5_2Y9lNAM0HHODcpVThW-bgkOjIgi9UvaVvUt9KnYd9QO4QJwdU1nvIpR6P/s400/4743_107884991773_511516773_2695163_5242741_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359149216574194114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">.</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">..and so so much more. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Today I am thankful for my God who does big things to delight his children. I am thankful for Team Uganda Go 09. </span></div></div></span>Lexiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469074354399518774noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2261547186284816264.post-70951656886861275402009-07-16T08:57:00.001-07:002009-07-16T09:36:27.565-07:00African Hearts Concert<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI53e8FIR3QqYU2AQNyvjHiMlpEL4YyrNXPWcsoJLG9GDuHljTupGqxzGFsKjwTWw_M-6L5KPGBx5NGLh_P3VQjM0VWAhhuM-frHEk3lZrQ2JyuBKmnu2jnCzYOQVSCFmfaM6EQufNGXs/s1600-h/4743_107884741773_511516773_2695123_6446864_n.jpg"></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; ">Today I feel like sharing with y'all about the African Hearts concert we went to! What an incredible fun experience! </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">After a long day of working in the village we were invited to the boys concert. These boys who were once on the street learn to play brass instruments and then do concerts to raise money. What beautiful sounds they made. It brought chills to me thinking about all of these boys once living on the street...and now look at them! They really are miracles and have such a bright future ahead of them.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">This is Abbey. He is an unseen Hero of this world...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">He is the director of African Hearts. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">It is so apparent that he absolutely loves these boys. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">His love for God is incredible</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">I can't wait to see Abbey again! </span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI53e8FIR3QqYU2AQNyvjHiMlpEL4YyrNXPWcsoJLG9GDuHljTupGqxzGFsKjwTWw_M-6L5KPGBx5NGLh_P3VQjM0VWAhhuM-frHEk3lZrQ2JyuBKmnu2jnCzYOQVSCFmfaM6EQufNGXs/s1600-h/4743_107884741773_511516773_2695123_6446864_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI53e8FIR3QqYU2AQNyvjHiMlpEL4YyrNXPWcsoJLG9GDuHljTupGqxzGFsKjwTWw_M-6L5KPGBx5NGLh_P3VQjM0VWAhhuM-frHEk3lZrQ2JyuBKmnu2jnCzYOQVSCFmfaM6EQufNGXs/s400/4743_107884741773_511516773_2695123_6446864_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359096181768711026" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Waiting for the concert to start...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">yes, we did get friendship rings...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">and yes i do love this girl so so much and really want to see her</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">...RIGHT NOW. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJckgHJnSWo9hpdvZuQSxJHToaHaJGHfSoaIFwxFBOPhnCVWlv3j7bqeYFiKV4cwNu9E_1vXyTFilRNxqgBcrifuAOCpvN6mnsfQVnAo24aUR5_UasQgUcC5F0x0_bnOcLhkeH2Fr_BY/s400/4743_107884736773_511516773_2695122_968957_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359090480107947762" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">After much anticipation finally the boys walked out...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">and did they look dapper or what? See those handsome</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">red outfits? Pastor Dwight's church gave them money</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">to buy uniforms...and this was there first night to wear them!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">They were so proud! </span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxD4JNDrQ2Xw3TNvjuSxX_gxmxvwS4gZhV83WF_ACKGAQGheMYifVKwFNMFdDIgngBIQy1vPOKPshEPpyAEPwoi7ceimHlgmIrcof_6xJdm-oLsHNy410Fx2mhokBTLwRXpr19RXsI8pg/s1600-h/4743_107884746773_511516773_2695124_6234826_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxD4JNDrQ2Xw3TNvjuSxX_gxmxvwS4gZhV83WF_ACKGAQGheMYifVKwFNMFdDIgngBIQy1vPOKPshEPpyAEPwoi7ceimHlgmIrcof_6xJdm-oLsHNy410Fx2mhokBTLwRXpr19RXsI8pg/s400/4743_107884746773_511516773_2695124_6234826_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359090472787241202" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">And did I mention...that we had fun!? So much fun. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">There was continual dancing and whooping and hollaring :)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Look at George as he breaks it down</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">! </span></div></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpS04xUcsW-dlqxVqoOFawSofSecI8Tj9gFJEnhyYzXYMIxlqx7Qcx3RHVtKyodu8NTX3-IQsxVrRzpxpT-90WcndiTH6UYrR07Q_V1CMceM7rie9vGxRlvhab9TWElAWUgUW1H8wzQHE/s1600-h/4743_107884781773_511516773_2695130_6495201_n.jpg"><img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpS04xUcsW-dlqxVqoOFawSofSecI8Tj9gFJEnhyYzXYMIxlqx7Qcx3RHVtKyodu8NTX3-IQsxVrRzpxpT-90WcndiTH6UYrR07Q_V1CMceM7rie9vGxRlvhab9TWElAWUgUW1H8wzQHE/s400/4743_107884781773_511516773_2695130_6495201_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359090489859805874" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">Kenny and beautiful Sandra dancing away!<br /></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYD7A2oAB7COZK9c3RoVGGF4W68lFHXTbOoY-PnXhlRXsKqHhkBk5ibJx5MG5ONucoEafBzpV0Jaxc_8vKQaaVirIMsauAuOQlk8EQxttro4n2qL2Zv28X8W3LAKWY48djyEY7Q4LUra0/s1600-h/4743_107884776773_511516773_2695129_8011208_n.jpg"><img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYD7A2oAB7COZK9c3RoVGGF4W68lFHXTbOoY-PnXhlRXsKqHhkBk5ibJx5MG5ONucoEafBzpV0Jaxc_8vKQaaVirIMsauAuOQlk8EQxttro4n2qL2Zv28X8W3LAKWY48djyEY7Q4LUra0/s400/4743_107884776773_511516773_2695129_8011208_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359090488427457314" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">I just thought this was cute...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3tpsm-SQnIWU0A2hstIXLfcamrhyphenhyphenQR7WdGshc_6t0o8bi2-3zN38NBU6hkUPOm6NaGf5X8yvORNTyMZnJgHuI7K3S7KHd1gv0AotEyR3Gt2L-Y8c-UPRNKEOLV2sy07qA5hBY9GwjTbE/s1600-h/4743_107884771773_511516773_2695128_3674726_n.jpg"><img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3tpsm-SQnIWU0A2hstIXLfcamrhyphenhyphenQR7WdGshc_6t0o8bi2-3zN38NBU6hkUPOm6NaGf5X8yvORNTyMZnJgHuI7K3S7KHd1gv0AotEyR3Gt2L-Y8c-UPRNKEOLV2sy07qA5hBY9GwjTbE/s400/4743_107884771773_511516773_2695128_3674726_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359090483913669490" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Towards the end of the concert these acrobats came out and showed us what they could do! At times I had to hold my breath because some of the stunts looked so dangerous! They were fun to watch!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1FjyuhY2X3RWCVJp4tI6c_kA4kkTYETunpyLL_qU-9wEc8VZ3UVx2sfflLtJGR1Z3yVUZdF83YF5XC0XEPTxWRpjy29Z9cH6u_2L_zIzUraCBO-bm-dKoyrYlR8xAVziQ3a8foQp7QAc/s400/4743_107884846773_511516773_2695139_5061809_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359094563901162978" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">And as it got darker the dancing continued on! Towards the end everybody was out in the grass dancing away while it was pitch black. The boys would one at a time get in the middle of our big circle and dance or do the worm and we'd all scream, clap and jump up and down for them! It was so much fun to just not have a care in the world and enjoy a fun night with friends.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It truly was one of the most fun nights...and one that I will never forget! </span></div></div></div>Lexiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469074354399518774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2261547186284816264.post-79617845569194721822009-07-03T14:12:00.000-07:002009-07-14T06:12:52.948-07:00Just Another Perfect Day In Africa...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhld5Anl5zPYKtC-avjn6r7IThEUasy68Ij1BZobIdfv2Dl2FBfPfG6pN6_QydwKy_rw_vubhAWMxFw5kusMjgzY8vyJ1IyS0EipA3Sr855dkznX6LhZP3iYHfOmgNZdU9MsXdhTf0D_FI/s1600-h/4743_107933036773_511516773_2696153_602146_n.jpg"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">warning: </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; ">i am kinda going out of order here. i still have lots more to write about. but for today i just felt like writing about our second to last day in africa. i know...i should go in order. but hey, its my blog...right? and plus...i am going to make this into a book for myself one day...and then i will put the posts in order. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">p.s. again, i stole these pictures from a friend. </div><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~</div><div style="text-align: center;">You know those days that you just wish would never end?? You wish you could just freeze the moment right there. You see pictures from that day and would give anything to just jump back to that day? You know what I am talking about? Thats how our last Saturday in Africa was.<br /></div></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> It was kinda a "free" day. We all decided that we would spend the day in the village with the boys. We had spent the last week there almost every day...but during that time we were so so so busy building the kitchen and planting trees that we had hardly any time to just "hang" with the boys. It was kinda a bitter sweet day. This was our last day with the boys. But we enjoyed the moment and have amazing memories of that day. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It was a beautiful Saturday. The boys were all home waiting for us when we came. We brought ice cream for them! They were all so excited. The offered us bites of their ice cream...how could you deny it when they hold out their spoon and flash their beautiful smile at you. :) We told them that it was their special day and the ice cream was for <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">them</span>!! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Now I'll just let the pictures do the talking....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It was a beautiful day...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">and I'd do anything to go back to that wonderful Saturday. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We gave all the boys ties to wear to church. They were SO proud. </span></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAMxrh2FXbvOnTYzmHafBplor7cK7yzzBlKM_BxSoBUx8IcTlNCb6gfSwv_YGMFzx7E3Ow-_KBPqsT8V6wTNaij9kQe94xh-05LxdRyexbpEtsYYl_6qxfAvV3eSmyn7aDePyR_euVLLI/s1600-h/4743_107923526773_511516773_2695970_7114558_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAMxrh2FXbvOnTYzmHafBplor7cK7yzzBlKM_BxSoBUx8IcTlNCb6gfSwv_YGMFzx7E3Ow-_KBPqsT8V6wTNaij9kQe94xh-05LxdRyexbpEtsYYl_6qxfAvV3eSmyn7aDePyR_euVLLI/s400/4743_107923526773_511516773_2695970_7114558_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354350993713967330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; ">Sweet Abdul with his ice cream...</span><br /></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW0zgIym76TQG3GSW101gUn9-GsY-_kuMXY_RWcwuV44BoBuKFxgkox3IjkGnC8mNQZHazDPMGYNYaw5ORjo5q7XsvH6vb8Z-VEwu9IzJ9Mjfi73pgwLLgxg8Ogvltqf2XgR926NEeII0/s1600-h/4743_107923551773_511516773_2695973_5155383_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW0zgIym76TQG3GSW101gUn9-GsY-_kuMXY_RWcwuV44BoBuKFxgkox3IjkGnC8mNQZHazDPMGYNYaw5ORjo5q7XsvH6vb8Z-VEwu9IzJ9Mjfi73pgwLLgxg8Ogvltqf2XgR926NEeII0/s400/4743_107923551773_511516773_2695973_5155383_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354350990617951682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; font-style: italic; "> I think I have mentioned this before...but Kennie did not like to smile! So we had to do everything in our might to make him smile. :) And he eventually would. </span><br /></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzIdezC73c4YsWf64km6pQ8NLd4l1MS2GPtXrrYhU1fEsTEsOY4BuHatVp7AGw8PSDrrZdzyq0olyAWpiMf9GqlpntCFPRvdiMltmUKgQw3NeDjXCC5uBXRRVLMsIJnb9EPDuP3eVcfA0/s1600-h/4743_107932996773_511516773_2696145_278962_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzIdezC73c4YsWf64km6pQ8NLd4l1MS2GPtXrrYhU1fEsTEsOY4BuHatVp7AGw8PSDrrZdzyq0olyAWpiMf9GqlpntCFPRvdiMltmUKgQw3NeDjXCC5uBXRRVLMsIJnb9EPDuP3eVcfA0/s400/4743_107932996773_511516773_2696145_278962_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354350985597334514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; font-style: italic;">Abdul and Sam...</span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUnSjz7_8mWayBAbOLu9Vq1X8GufWnVWPw7zgO2_7h9dlReVEN1ToliMMeejPIMKlnBkiR6_Dbahqc_azouljR0Tx-1Ovke5mN0j8ex1uXq5PWoBCe1O7JszcSmUqZZViggHFQg638BgY/s1600-h/4743_107933006773_511516773_2696147_3754199_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUnSjz7_8mWayBAbOLu9Vq1X8GufWnVWPw7zgO2_7h9dlReVEN1ToliMMeejPIMKlnBkiR6_Dbahqc_azouljR0Tx-1Ovke5mN0j8ex1uXq5PWoBCe1O7JszcSmUqZZViggHFQg638BgY/s400/4743_107933006773_511516773_2696147_3754199_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354352321306749234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">I'd do anything to jump into this picture right now. I will forever cherish this picture. I am going to frame it soon...</span></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuV3UoRx1VdxEuNIYFXZNLfms6hYoMMJXwLCocY-BQ-ddDbL8lzIyDY8mMIt48nFe-s-eVN44iezVRjxs9RQOrCh2f5_K3Q1MDM7PgRcJeFzEtiCStcPcee3dVh_mufzSfvF42raaow3M/s1600-h/4743_107923676773_511516773_2695994_5430345_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuV3UoRx1VdxEuNIYFXZNLfms6hYoMMJXwLCocY-BQ-ddDbL8lzIyDY8mMIt48nFe-s-eVN44iezVRjxs9RQOrCh2f5_K3Q1MDM7PgRcJeFzEtiCStcPcee3dVh_mufzSfvF42raaow3M/s400/4743_107923676773_511516773_2695994_5430345_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354352317468071074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">They gave us a special treat before we left. Jack fruit!! It was very interesting...we all decided that it tasted like a mix of grape and banana. And had a very weird after taste. hmmmm...i can't say if i liked it or not. </span><br /></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuYkmckDqWg71NamSwCyHXgNDC9lCDNH9uqmXEPVp9aREg13RczAtZ81f2ydF3MjVAFz9YfH9XqP2JmI5teEgdw1T5jdIDcvvTF86MSJjzxDb2f7YtA-eoGb0zqG98YQA9UK4HbZmcG5A/s1600-h/4743_107933021773_511516773_2696150_8102433_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuYkmckDqWg71NamSwCyHXgNDC9lCDNH9uqmXEPVp9aREg13RczAtZ81f2ydF3MjVAFz9YfH9XqP2JmI5teEgdw1T5jdIDcvvTF86MSJjzxDb2f7YtA-eoGb0zqG98YQA9UK4HbZmcG5A/s400/4743_107933021773_511516773_2696150_8102433_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354350982663628098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhld5Anl5zPYKtC-avjn6r7IThEUasy68Ij1BZobIdfv2Dl2FBfPfG6pN6_QydwKy_rw_vubhAWMxFw5kusMjgzY8vyJ1IyS0EipA3Sr855dkznX6LhZP3iYHfOmgNZdU9MsXdhTf0D_FI/s400/4743_107933036773_511516773_2696153_602146_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354352328124928498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I found it very emotional to ride down that dirt road that lead out of the village for the last time. And it was pouring. Which didn't help with the mood we were all in. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJdBSeQuWhMs3A4TIUuEYLYpXBdshAa0KWpPaJEZBQ57GwwzF_qfemzi8zySUor8u4yGvAlBevGtAW1lNzRFYU_4v8wmQdDhGi958SIsxTxEnAloMLze8SROzI1t42ByeWYKyvBXX4SfU/s1600-h/4743_107933086773_511516773_2696161_7790841_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJdBSeQuWhMs3A4TIUuEYLYpXBdshAa0KWpPaJEZBQ57GwwzF_qfemzi8zySUor8u4yGvAlBevGtAW1lNzRFYU_4v8wmQdDhGi958SIsxTxEnAloMLze8SROzI1t42ByeWYKyvBXX4SfU/s400/4743_107933086773_511516773_2696161_7790841_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354350984417698690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></a></div></div>Lexiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469074354399518774noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2261547186284816264.post-24731162457880578702009-07-03T12:34:00.000-07:002009-07-14T06:12:52.948-07:00Tony's Girls Home<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC0bLtwy8qZK6fa69wWnZlRLW0hbe8qjxeonhAkC3dKEoulUxxhChSwUygK9HVliFWy0grY0KHJH9h2Chjpzq_bz6xafphUhRP_a6iiRLRAwBl87mhicUWhjOhfQSDicw7TffKaZRSids/s1600-h/DSC00655.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">If you have been reading this blog for a while you have heard me talk about Tony. Today I am going to share a little bit about his ministry and how they blessed us. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tony helps run a girls home. It is kinda of like the boys home that I have talked about...except with girls. He helps get young girls off the street, gives them a home, and shares the love of Christ with them. The girls learn how to dance, sing, and make jewelry. They then raise money by putting on performances. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It was so evident in the way that he talked about these girls that he truly loved them as if each of him were his daughters! What an amazing example of a Godly men for these girls!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUo7lUAFj3ztmt66YQ-YFZECV0CBz7pxvKXe_zQ4b1VBUMEXOPQZiV6EhObVb7bKbnv0RlOKbC-3bo6bBqWmhPzQtiTzX0xn0y6lHjHuswPZfv7g3XQXBFo5eSXU5ho96pug7UQFhQ3sI/s1600-h/4743_107884536773_511516773_2695090_7041548_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUo7lUAFj3ztmt66YQ-YFZECV0CBz7pxvKXe_zQ4b1VBUMEXOPQZiV6EhObVb7bKbnv0RlOKbC-3bo6bBqWmhPzQtiTzX0xn0y6lHjHuswPZfv7g3XQXBFo5eSXU5ho96pug7UQFhQ3sI/s400/4743_107884536773_511516773_2695090_7041548_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354327482738653570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We did not work directly with the girls home but we were blessed enough to be able to go to a performance of theirs one night. And it was quite the performance!!!! They set up chairs for us and made us feel like the most honored guests. They even sang a welcoming song for us and incorporated each of our names into the song! It was very sweet. They did such a great job pronouncing all of our names and we LOVED it. In fact...through out the rest of our stay in Africa we all had that song stuck in our head. We'd be throwing bricks and singing the song "how do you do lexie how do you....lalalala" . Hahah!! It is quite a catchy song I tell ya.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Here is a video of the song :) (sorry I do seem to be a bit shaky with the camera....)Enjoy! Oh and the cute little girl in the tan plaid skirt is the one that says my name at 2:11 seconds into the song :) You have to listen for it. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyu5Jk8Eq4VB77Ic2lPREk-CYYcrq7JNQRXy7fpFe-esKCdv5zqVaXNi6ldkddgGdvwRJ01PaXXv_757D7dcw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">After lots of singing from them they then invited (or more like pulled us in) to dance with them!! They of course thought that it was hillareous...because white people just don't know how to shake it like them. But we had fun trying.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">After some dancing Tony had each of us go into the middle and introduce our selfs...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtSP6hiLG3jeQDSXTMKBlfVLbyOhluNmkQboIeMHsTpj4kKKcBKpUehLKw9WEV3aqOEJ__kyG8E3MK_fzLsAcJd7C3N90cJBYYdjf4ipVUO1wp8Pvn9z6SAh2Pbqy4cDFpcp4pt70LoKY/s1600-h/4743_107884596773_511516773_2695099_1335658_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtSP6hiLG3jeQDSXTMKBlfVLbyOhluNmkQboIeMHsTpj4kKKcBKpUehLKw9WEV3aqOEJ__kyG8E3MK_fzLsAcJd7C3N90cJBYYdjf4ipVUO1wp8Pvn9z6SAh2Pbqy4cDFpcp4pt70LoKY/s400/4743_107884596773_511516773_2695099_1335658_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354327490521850114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">After introductions we enjoyed some time meeting the girls. I loved talking with them...and of course...they each wanted their pictures with us. So I got about a zillion of these kind of photos. And I love each and every one. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC0bLtwy8qZK6fa69wWnZlRLW0hbe8qjxeonhAkC3dKEoulUxxhChSwUygK9HVliFWy0grY0KHJH9h2Chjpzq_bz6xafphUhRP_a6iiRLRAwBl87mhicUWhjOhfQSDicw7TffKaZRSids/s1600-h/DSC00655.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC0bLtwy8qZK6fa69wWnZlRLW0hbe8qjxeonhAkC3dKEoulUxxhChSwUygK9HVliFWy0grY0KHJH9h2Chjpzq_bz6xafphUhRP_a6iiRLRAwBl87mhicUWhjOhfQSDicw7TffKaZRSids/s400/DSC00655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354332066614893106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEYTm1vxi-LB5OV5TDSK3wlYA51TJNvbOMvACsWomNkBQJ-OWYAInGmgNpfdv7m-V1BfBuEIzJ-L-JZ0fTiBUyufvpW_lemmQuJ0pDI4K6_-9cn_8RpPx6gUVrUxWgbyVMvGZqDq7-Yzk/s1600-h/DSC00643.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEYTm1vxi-LB5OV5TDSK3wlYA51TJNvbOMvACsWomNkBQJ-OWYAInGmgNpfdv7m-V1BfBuEIzJ-L-JZ0fTiBUyufvpW_lemmQuJ0pDI4K6_-9cn_8RpPx6gUVrUxWgbyVMvGZqDq7-Yzk/s400/DSC00643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354332063201323138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">beautiful girls. <br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg83ynU_nk-0H2JMhU0GNfWISBrQb54JnLpHAaqOEN3gRq5ywF55Q9-lUMs_nYduX6OWF-AAFxVGgfjKFu7kd-1UedYPJK_fmf6CqI2HjfaMh5q39MXqQoqe6zEjT6qNw-nAfdR_eJ2aDQ/s1600-h/DSC00644.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg83ynU_nk-0H2JMhU0GNfWISBrQb54JnLpHAaqOEN3gRq5ywF55Q9-lUMs_nYduX6OWF-AAFxVGgfjKFu7kd-1UedYPJK_fmf6CqI2HjfaMh5q39MXqQoqe6zEjT6qNw-nAfdR_eJ2aDQ/s400/DSC00644.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354332059693641106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPpgGJdETJ2JqEdBeOdrh7ynBz9ijG-08jC04ggZ5dLhZbdx6KGKzbLpJYitbjOoeEfOLihQai6TC0LBA66R8wW4t5cV14szLft-WfDpf11_InpVsPB1ATcU74S1fWvKudqSPM0rL6iQU/s1600-h/DSC00678.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPpgGJdETJ2JqEdBeOdrh7ynBz9ijG-08jC04ggZ5dLhZbdx6KGKzbLpJYitbjOoeEfOLihQai6TC0LBA66R8wW4t5cV14szLft-WfDpf11_InpVsPB1ATcU74S1fWvKudqSPM0rL6iQU/s400/DSC00678.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354332048331263650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This sweet girl (pictured below) especially touched my heart. Her name was Violet. She asked me many hard questions like..."Do you have a father? And a mother too?!?!" I told her that she too has a father...a heavenly father. <br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOyTMSwMRmZkLqBTXQwYj5lnpTZXpD_8w1rW7jWhqg-cDc2FONQPF7Cjq5hyphenhyphenJiLEXjE2B-fD91VBNps0FI4j2IQttaKFFA1_KpfC_V07Gi7BQ6WxvnSAJ5jQN7L2iSg-vgyIFxOuSX8fQ/s1600-h/DSC00630.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOyTMSwMRmZkLqBTXQwYj5lnpTZXpD_8w1rW7jWhqg-cDc2FONQPF7Cjq5hyphenhyphenJiLEXjE2B-fD91VBNps0FI4j2IQttaKFFA1_KpfC_V07Gi7BQ6WxvnSAJ5jQN7L2iSg-vgyIFxOuSX8fQ/s400/DSC00630.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354332046410572354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">More to come...later. </span></div>Lexiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469074354399518774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2261547186284816264.post-24938643515854797702009-07-02T19:00:00.000-07:002009-07-14T06:12:52.948-07:00I'm Back!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Not like I ever mentioned I was leaving y'all (anybody out there that reads this anyway??) but....have no fear. I am BACK. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">I don't really know what happened to me while I was gone (I mean...I do know that my sister got married during that time period...read more about it at www.karleighmei.blogspot.com :)). I was on such a good roll writing out each day. And then I started to lose it. All the days started running together and I started to get overwhelmed trying to think...what did I do on DAY 5!?! DAY 6??! So instead of writing out the rest of the day---day by day---I have decided that I will just start writing about my experiences of the last day. Because frankly...I can't remember what happened on each day. Yes, I know...I should have kept a journal. But I do remember very clearly the things that I want to journal about. So here goes...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">Coming up I am going to be writing about the African Hearts boys brass band concert, Tony's girls home program that they put on for us, more photos and writings on the Sanyu, funny stories, church service...and more :) </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">Ah, it felt good to get that out there. Now I feel like I can write again! Watch out....I'm baaackkk (for any of those out there still reading...anybody?) ;) </span></div>Lexiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469074354399518774noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2261547186284816264.post-34499841530496470642009-06-24T08:51:00.000-07:002009-07-14T06:12:53.315-07:00Wordless Wednesday :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqkL2nM-9L_TAtRKf3fdv8Plny2bmG15BX1ENoe187Lb1AEv7pOhL1luL01IrIL5FlC4J-VIF7c1THPyiSp9e-D0PhpRt-UDFp0OHA2JF3tBcUx_Vcsec0kkElE6r6jJ5jdnRlHUDXc1s/s1600-h/africa_20090623_1181673560.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqkL2nM-9L_TAtRKf3fdv8Plny2bmG15BX1ENoe187Lb1AEv7pOhL1luL01IrIL5FlC4J-VIF7c1THPyiSp9e-D0PhpRt-UDFp0OHA2JF3tBcUx_Vcsec0kkElE6r6jJ5jdnRlHUDXc1s/s400/africa_20090623_1181673560.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350922735877845042" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">oupps...its sideways...oh well!</span></div>Lexiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469074354399518774noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2261547186284816264.post-18681744409435336822009-06-22T14:09:00.001-07:002009-07-14T06:12:53.315-07:00sam & i :)<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">i am working on "day 5 post"...but for now...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"A pictures worth a thousand words </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">but you cant see what those shades of gray keep covered</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> you should have seen it in color" </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">~lyrics from the song "you should have seen it in color"</span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1BFwsoXdRZBHVbaKsf_-5jxw5cGYrzq16Il5LqTZXaqnjgOXoVr4p-t-AwX3NRgDhTJ-1PdQwcp81F3m59B7IfEtV0AzBCJfmcoBZEr9DqUFnOk4WwiBR5ucgF_oML-ZOFm0BofD2biE/s1600-h/4743_107923511773_511516773_2695967_5712292_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1BFwsoXdRZBHVbaKsf_-5jxw5cGYrzq16Il5LqTZXaqnjgOXoVr4p-t-AwX3NRgDhTJ-1PdQwcp81F3m59B7IfEtV0AzBCJfmcoBZEr9DqUFnOk4WwiBR5ucgF_oML-ZOFm0BofD2biE/s400/4743_107923511773_511516773_2695967_5712292_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350262774690459618" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">this is sweet sam. i love this picture. he was one of the 13 boys that lived in the house where we were building the kitchen. i fell in love with this sweet little guy! and miss him so much! any time he stood next to me...he didn't just stand there...he was always hugging me.he taught be how to count to 5 in Lugandan :) it brought me so much joy to be around him! this picture was taken on our last day at the village...we had bought the boys ice cream! it was a huge hit! the boys were all so sweet asking us if we wanted bites! <br /></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">i pray that i can see him again some day (next summer??)! </span></div>Lexiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469074354399518774noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2261547186284816264.post-85374868599206835902009-06-16T16:18:00.000-07:002009-07-14T06:12:53.329-07:00Day 4~ Church and Crusade!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyK_HzWFsRocjVSpF4qJ6yIsw3HxkU2gH2CAJXYU_naRZxrjgK9bmpahqgGvAxGo2twjtFq1sftTy6wHlMncGuqijHixSYdubBmmCs2VDakL-v1eMS4YGkHEHBka0hWXHavor91b5N3Ag/s1600-h/crusade2.jpg"></a><div><div style="text-align: center; "><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So much to say about this day...this will probably be a long post...</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The day started off bright and early. We went to the church in the village and it was an awesome thing to be apart of! These people love Jesus with all their hearts and they express the love through dancing and singing! And let me tell you...these people can really DANCE and SING. They make us white folk that are trying to dance look like crazies. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">One thing that hit me while in Africa is that us in America might have lots of "stuff"...which lead us astray and don't allow us to focus on God. But with these people...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">all they have is </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">God</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">! And that is enough for them! How cool is that? We could all take some lessons from these beautiful people. </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It was a beautiful service...we sang lots of African songs, but also some English songs. Songs like "These Are The Days of Elijah". The moment that I am pretty sure left us all breathless was whenever Tony played on the trumpet "I Surrender All". It was beautiful. </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">After the singing was over Pastor Dwight preached a powerful message to the people. Then after he was done he had our group come up to the front, then he told the people that if they wanted prayer to come up and we would pray for them. Me and a few other girls said that we would pray with the kids. Lots of kids came to the front and the translator would tell us what each child wanted prayer for. At first I was completely overwhelmed and wondered how we were going to be able to pray for all of these children individually! Everything worked out and each child was prayed over. Many of the children asked for prayer for headaches, and stomach aches. A few shocked me when they asked for prayer for "wisdom and understanding". It was amazing to see them asking for this at such a young age! </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">After church the children all wanted pictures taken of them! They were jumping all around us just wanting a little bit of attention and the chance to be in the picture. So I got lots of pictures of the beautiful faces! </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Like this one...</span></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijnTr7qi_aT5Rin0i5nppYHHX5CS9lrSwxKUi5LVIcacDQfp8JpEZ9rXIf3PMotlfGKM8Zng-ERqE0RcqFlzaOFxi7RQZ2wbevVK7lyVc0uxhll5eLMMoK7q2UOhHzNcVQB3-2ekdTEy0/s1600-h/church13"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijnTr7qi_aT5Rin0i5nppYHHX5CS9lrSwxKUi5LVIcacDQfp8JpEZ9rXIf3PMotlfGKM8Zng-ERqE0RcqFlzaOFxi7RQZ2wbevVK7lyVc0uxhll5eLMMoK7q2UOhHzNcVQB3-2ekdTEy0/s400/church13" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348108746611206002" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">And these beautiful girls...</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS1jNdkxzQXJkRutFb6jXJRtuhxg0lebOo5ercRueOIvO3j9v8Eo2isB2ZCABUtYsV8JACHH_VbKk0nlDh8pgAVlPS7Gb6BDnYGnE3SBo2g-IVrypyLj8Fn0jx_mx56WwVS-xmkffvMOM/s1600-h/church11"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS1jNdkxzQXJkRutFb6jXJRtuhxg0lebOo5ercRueOIvO3j9v8Eo2isB2ZCABUtYsV8JACHH_VbKk0nlDh8pgAVlPS7Gb6BDnYGnE3SBo2g-IVrypyLj8Fn0jx_mx56WwVS-xmkffvMOM/s400/church11" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348108739748243938" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">These two little ones were decked out in their Sunday best! The little girl had something in her eye and big brother was helping out...so sweet. </span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD3jXs-WYEpcmaaPCcOgaIkYc8Y-nYTlykxsk-gOZcPDUlyN8mveWMqizD4tuCmfToBB88dgomY_YQ0VqABXYgRQTnMQaBZfSFAneh5r-kFAeH6N2gQ61mkZUHjIMwuu9XEjj3jY-mOsI/s1600-h/church10"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD3jXs-WYEpcmaaPCcOgaIkYc8Y-nYTlykxsk-gOZcPDUlyN8mveWMqizD4tuCmfToBB88dgomY_YQ0VqABXYgRQTnMQaBZfSFAneh5r-kFAeH6N2gQ61mkZUHjIMwuu9XEjj3jY-mOsI/s400/church10" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348108736936107970" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This sweet little girl sat on my lap during church... </span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgFBPC2JoVau_LAV712wrT7aWPY5Ix4QBsjYykUaVt88ed_DKmz6o4gXIZRg3a2sVNveLW7CxiIleKYjLje8FIaSAyYGYp9Gz9PI_PqmZnMrDP7hcNjvHADKymxTaAXsHwRf3giYJwucA/s1600-h/church7"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgFBPC2JoVau_LAV712wrT7aWPY5Ix4QBsjYykUaVt88ed_DKmz6o4gXIZRg3a2sVNveLW7CxiIleKYjLje8FIaSAyYGYp9Gz9PI_PqmZnMrDP7hcNjvHADKymxTaAXsHwRf3giYJwucA/s400/church7" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348108734823439442" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We brought candy and wow was that a hit! </span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiPb0mI2YIk7GG4h8-wZSucTxxu5qlLNwOvDDke2C0EF1_NEbyYutjklcpEMwgTcWSyAECB50g7h6FBKZh4KhBT9OStrTtHGDdL0xZ64BoM4HKZYMUukEDYkyWoD23VixEbbmYbIUPIX8/s1600-h/church6"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiPb0mI2YIk7GG4h8-wZSucTxxu5qlLNwOvDDke2C0EF1_NEbyYutjklcpEMwgTcWSyAECB50g7h6FBKZh4KhBT9OStrTtHGDdL0xZ64BoM4HKZYMUukEDYkyWoD23VixEbbmYbIUPIX8/s400/church6" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348108731038965314" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqw926BSN6Mtglaxk6S057bY32Pnr1ck9qZwWS9rnd_J1AzBjGVhF2C59UuBAedJ2FFTyvCcYanH_Jz-07NvaFYlcvZa11hQGV26N2FdCqxytsk2yn-rOZ2WYp1jq7mlreXfIlE97_Z3I/s1600-h/church5"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqw926BSN6Mtglaxk6S057bY32Pnr1ck9qZwWS9rnd_J1AzBjGVhF2C59UuBAedJ2FFTyvCcYanH_Jz-07NvaFYlcvZa11hQGV26N2FdCqxytsk2yn-rOZ2WYp1jq7mlreXfIlE97_Z3I/s400/church5" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348108308184142658" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8YrOAXQOYWbLKwPuEXc7LP2iaBrCSdEhOmgSpRlL50fzmL88-p_IYgtRQEPzi0mTohg15-48oS1aQ9OhJA8MZWi2Jx1aWbkhATSucMUXm8IfBmQb1x4LUZBkHJndOHl85e9wblNCZn7A/s1600-h/church4"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8YrOAXQOYWbLKwPuEXc7LP2iaBrCSdEhOmgSpRlL50fzmL88-p_IYgtRQEPzi0mTohg15-48oS1aQ9OhJA8MZWi2Jx1aWbkhATSucMUXm8IfBmQb1x4LUZBkHJndOHl85e9wblNCZn7A/s400/church4" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348108305039249618" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Beautiful faces...</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2H4cntgP5fO5wxI7IEWCby6nY0CGaWYsZ4WcugR-FkOfz8VCt_9rzweCTeRyEek7Jt3bUtzfAC9ZneWvHSGyAQuqoAjYlyoxBzJBTXCFulPkx0hUm1ecorhw5mSbs6vgUq2FBQRRXYWs/s1600-h/church3"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2H4cntgP5fO5wxI7IEWCby6nY0CGaWYsZ4WcugR-FkOfz8VCt_9rzweCTeRyEek7Jt3bUtzfAC9ZneWvHSGyAQuqoAjYlyoxBzJBTXCFulPkx0hUm1ecorhw5mSbs6vgUq2FBQRRXYWs/s400/church3" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348108297723346306" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTGe3930PpNdR6CozMTdmhkOJExH1Qyx6YewPv4w-R8vCwtN0YpbFSHzBBpQ2xKAwnF0CQrTqeDxgS6TYZIahHA7V2sqCOYxf4UUBpJcT772b1E6vh1WjotmgfEo3YcTlHVUDZ7yKFG8I/s1600-h/church2"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTGe3930PpNdR6CozMTdmhkOJExH1Qyx6YewPv4w-R8vCwtN0YpbFSHzBBpQ2xKAwnF0CQrTqeDxgS6TYZIahHA7V2sqCOYxf4UUBpJcT772b1E6vh1WjotmgfEo3YcTlHVUDZ7yKFG8I/s400/church2" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348108297126604002" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3z6TzfweSE3gWgJJjpXJ6pXEVu6rLG-3JLWSA90cll8xS1LD02RMwOJkVMuc5R0aMcEDv6Jj_2YUpcpDhlxrqjFkFtwMWoM5qzx0fiC-AknXBf_0u_mHCQKWI4W8TiZKuNGmR3MT_3Sc/s1600-h/church1"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3z6TzfweSE3gWgJJjpXJ6pXEVu6rLG-3JLWSA90cll8xS1LD02RMwOJkVMuc5R0aMcEDv6Jj_2YUpcpDhlxrqjFkFtwMWoM5qzx0fiC-AknXBf_0u_mHCQKWI4W8TiZKuNGmR3MT_3Sc/s400/church1" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348108293731238530" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Once we were finally able to pull away from all of the children it was back to the hotel to change into something more comfortable...and then we were on our way to the crusade! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The crusade was in the slums area...we were told not to bring our cameras because it was not safe. So sadly I do not have any pictures of the crusade...although, I might know where I can swipe them from a friend :) </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We got to the slums and the excitement was everywhere! A band lead the way up and down the streets and people came out of their home to see what was going on. It was like a parade! Once there was a good group of people following us we went to a big open area where the crusade began. There were many children there...all of them wanted to hold the "Mzungus" (white peoples) hands. So we each had at least 10 kids or so all holding our hands and then many many more surrounding and trying to get a place to hold our hands too. Then they wanted us to dance and jump up and down with them. That was a work out I tell ya. :) It cracked me up when one of the little kids rubbed his hands on my skin and then smelt it and then motioned for all of the other kids to smell my arm too! Haha! I guess that a lot of bug spray and sunscreen smells good? Then another time when I was clapping and looked down and they were all not only clapping because I was clapping but also clapping the exact same way as I. So sweet. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">As the night went on and more people came to know the Lord it was evident that Satan was not happy about this. We experienced some serious spiritual warfare. I have never experienced something quite like this and it surely opened my eyes I taught my something. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">One incident involved a "Bodaboda" which is a motorcycle. By now it was pretty dark outside and we were trying to keep all the "Mzungus" close together for protection. But with dozens of little kids surrounding each person it was nearly impossible to stay close together. A Bodaboda kept riding back and forth along the sidelines of the area that we were in. Back and forth, back and forth. It was evident that people were getting annoyed because they were trying to listen to Pastor Dwight's sermon. A lady from our group (side note: love this lady so much! she was so much fun and I was blessed enough to sit next to her on my first flight with the group. It was a blessing to have somebody from the group next to me! I'll call her "M". ) grabbed the guy on the Bodaboda's shoulder and told him firmly to STOP. M then walked away from the guy. The guy who was very high and drunk threw his Bodaboda down and went after her. I looked back just as a bunch of guys were all holding the guy down and keeping him away from M. The guy was obviously looking for a fight to start. It probably only lasted for a few minutes but it felt like forever. I grabbed all the kids around me and ran to the closest guy from our group I saw. Right as all of this was happening the lights went out and the speakers started going out as well. It seemed to get pretty chaotic for a while. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Another side note</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">: Now, we prayed before the Crusade began...and I remember specifically Pastor Dwight telling us not to let fear get a hold of us. I tried to remember that but my human nature got in the way and I was COMPLETELY FREAKED OUT. I looked back out into the crowed ...and I saw the most powerful thing. Everybody from my group had their arms stretched out over to the scene where the "Bodaboda incident" was happening. Everybody was praying. I looked at the guy next to me with huge tears in my eyes and he asked me if I was ok. We then both joined the rest of the Mzungus with arms outstretched praying that God would come to the scene and that Satan would be removed from this place. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">And sure enough! God came big! The lights came back on, the loud speakers began to work again and the "bodaboda incident" subsided! And the biggest praise was that about 60 people came to know the LORD that night!! What an amazing experience! I learned so much that night. I learned what the power of prayer can do...and about putting my fear aside! Here are two picture I was able to find from friends...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The band that lead the way to the crusade! <br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7r7katnWyOoNtXaQJhy86HCoSfqNubQUx51VfiaFU_BVoe324Fz7z0XZZ0svSURKlWOprNBWKfvQxarTjXIGLboWxHRqnol1cRKi4-nfxy6uQnrbcgJmThtq5-Nq8Vew_iEv9bMIUwuA/s1600-h/crusade1.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7r7katnWyOoNtXaQJhy86HCoSfqNubQUx51VfiaFU_BVoe324Fz7z0XZZ0svSURKlWOprNBWKfvQxarTjXIGLboWxHRqnol1cRKi4-nfxy6uQnrbcgJmThtq5-Nq8Vew_iEv9bMIUwuA/s400/crusade1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348386738970677282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "></span>Lots of little kids everywhere! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:48px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyK_HzWFsRocjVSpF4qJ6yIsw3HxkU2gH2CAJXYU_naRZxrjgK9bmpahqgGvAxGo2twjtFq1sftTy6wHlMncGuqijHixSYdubBmmCs2VDakL-v1eMS4YGkHEHBka0hWXHavor91b5N3Ag/s1600-h/crusade2.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyK_HzWFsRocjVSpF4qJ6yIsw3HxkU2gH2CAJXYU_naRZxrjgK9bmpahqgGvAxGo2twjtFq1sftTy6wHlMncGuqijHixSYdubBmmCs2VDakL-v1eMS4YGkHEHBka0hWXHavor91b5N3Ag/s400/crusade2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348386739244414626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></span></div>Lexiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469074354399518774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2261547186284816264.post-55859489783617307832009-06-14T13:16:00.001-07:002009-07-14T06:12:53.329-07:00Day 3~ First Day in the Village!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; ">The night before during devotions I could tell that everybody was a little down from the walk in town (that I talked about in the last post). We were all tired from a LONG day of traveling and it was emotionally draining to see children begging for money and people starving. What came on day 3 surely lifted our spirits and allowed us to see all of the GOOD that is coming out of Africa! </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Day 3 began our work at the African Hearts home! What a wonderful place!! We traveled about 30 minutes and went down a long dirt road to get to the house where Jess and her 13 boys lived. The joy in that house in unexplainable! The boys that live in this house once lived on the streets...but now thanks to Jess and African Hearts...they have a safe place to live. It is like one big family. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We walked into their home where all of the boys were sitting on the floor eating breakfast. They had each of the boys stand up and tell us their name and what they wanted to be when they grew up! It was the cutest thing. Some of the boys wanted to be pilots, others goal keeps, and 2 boys even said they wanted to be a preacher. We clapped for each boy and they each lit up with excitement. We hung out with them for a little bit longer and then...the work began!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The mission was to plant 2,000 trees to surround their home for protection and build them a new kitchen! Most of us girls got to work on the planting. If you ask anybody in my family how I feel about yard work...I am ashamed to tell you that they would all tell you that I hate it. Yes, that is true. BUT I have never had so much fun planting trees! We laughed about all sorts of things, and had so much fun together! We had no shovels so the boys made us sticks to dig with! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9pAGoV9rqKfQLE88FbYg02iY1P_mRSt7sjz7gBvyktZ-8SxXu-pAMVHhUkpGJKJVDCC_JXsH6g08162n0f1nkoJ79ELApidx4Zy61Imgcw5fThHIb1PMkmF8H9KThQBnUzKuKYARp73Q/s1600-h/s4"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9pAGoV9rqKfQLE88FbYg02iY1P_mRSt7sjz7gBvyktZ-8SxXu-pAMVHhUkpGJKJVDCC_JXsH6g08162n0f1nkoJ79ELApidx4Zy61Imgcw5fThHIb1PMkmF8H9KThQBnUzKuKYARp73Q/s400/s4" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348017716315477762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">And building a kitchen!? So much fun! The only problem was the fact that they dumped all of the bricks at the front of the property...and the kitchen was to be built at the back of the property. Hmm...no trucks to move the bricks, no "Bobcat"...all thats left is MAN POWER! Yup, you better believe we made a HUGE assembly line to throw bricks! I have never laughed so much...infact they'd get mad at me cause I'd be slowing the line down cause I was laughing so hard. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">One of the youngest boys helping to mix the cement </span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQEr4lib5dxuy8juZAUZs0DNDhMXGrt4ab3kgepy9gbnM13In7iW0UcmE9qQTapJlWPQgNwdad-pWo-UV9YSm7vXTbAwFAOOAboNCp3ZPSZAE7pdUdPuHXjyki4sHUjpSEwXp5SYHwUjg/s1600-h/s5"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQEr4lib5dxuy8juZAUZs0DNDhMXGrt4ab3kgepy9gbnM13In7iW0UcmE9qQTapJlWPQgNwdad-pWo-UV9YSm7vXTbAwFAOOAboNCp3ZPSZAE7pdUdPuHXjyki4sHUjpSEwXp5SYHwUjg/s400/s5" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348017723722041650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">At 12 noon we'd take a "snack break". We got all sorts of yummy fruit like pineapple, banana and watermelon! Best fruit you have ever had. Then at about 2 we'd come in for lunch. Let me tell you...they fixed us the YUMMIEST food in all of Africa! It was so delicious! I really do miss their beans and rice, and my favorite---cow pees! Oh and i forget what it was called...but they'd make these tortilla like things... So good... We stayed at a nice hotel...but the food from the hotel would never compare to what we got in the village. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfR38xBNtE0rw7KPMbO_DNTZguNXyxZgIyi7HDErAIHbcVDZ_8gQYpyourByYsYl3UiTMbL7FrlyZU8H-CeQKnLphIsBYz9i80avkzeL1HqqeKWRlRamqIS_U5huprixi2Aq7pra2amKM/s1600-h/s12"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfR38xBNtE0rw7KPMbO_DNTZguNXyxZgIyi7HDErAIHbcVDZ_8gQYpyourByYsYl3UiTMbL7FrlyZU8H-CeQKnLphIsBYz9i80avkzeL1HqqeKWRlRamqIS_U5huprixi2Aq7pra2amKM/s400/s12" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348033717985985074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The wonderful ladies that prepared the food for us :) </span></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNrlAjSVkHBlMiax8onB2VvrXSTCICRlMXTWczS_pQjOTb9BbwCuNFAnhL-LYZCxnmBTqwT3EVzGYVtEF1XE_Eb1aouljx48yZZKODsIiDEw3QA-lCsxUXvkhG8uSp1Wj4FOlM3hbuoac/s1600-h/s11"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNrlAjSVkHBlMiax8onB2VvrXSTCICRlMXTWczS_pQjOTb9BbwCuNFAnhL-LYZCxnmBTqwT3EVzGYVtEF1XE_Eb1aouljx48yZZKODsIiDEw3QA-lCsxUXvkhG8uSp1Wj4FOlM3hbuoac/s400/s11" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348033712231742866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; ">I loved just hanging out with the 13 boys that lived there. They were the sweetest most kind hearted boys ever. And very smart!! Jessica was telling us how one of the youngest boys made a flash light out of a few pieces of scrap material he found!! I pray that one day (SOON) I can go back to visit these sweet boys! I miss them so much!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ZF2aDfAjV2lK52Nl4m4zMYDX8SJIOP81qqmlIoGs3aw2FrmIU808prPQx6rYhpHdu77ezoxiX_FW1CN3rlqodEeIFrd51KdkSG5fPRfjbsHsiD2g1VNegESStR1gMCC5sI5B2pw-oMo/s1600-h/s3"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ZF2aDfAjV2lK52Nl4m4zMYDX8SJIOP81qqmlIoGs3aw2FrmIU808prPQx6rYhpHdu77ezoxiX_FW1CN3rlqodEeIFrd51KdkSG5fPRfjbsHsiD2g1VNegESStR1gMCC5sI5B2pw-oMo/s400/s3" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348017712260003234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9VwBictJrzHKvESfpg_0Y-F47pxpA8EuPwc52_i3hlV9impNApz2AxJeuIjpA6YQx1Do8fVsS55IvgaZ8ye58LCsNmX32TW6EwR2Yv2ntWffZHygpgj0o7cxQ0su7f4eLaQxDt5k6bqo/s1600-h/s2"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9VwBictJrzHKvESfpg_0Y-F47pxpA8EuPwc52_i3hlV9impNApz2AxJeuIjpA6YQx1Do8fVsS55IvgaZ8ye58LCsNmX32TW6EwR2Yv2ntWffZHygpgj0o7cxQ0su7f4eLaQxDt5k6bqo/s400/s2" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348017709755698578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmDdiDPdFnlRAzKT_0DlPYZ11FVbFal-dNRom2aUkq1Wm4xFxOn7ODbkpqy31U6BHURJsTuHIuu63ezQ1aBFkHO4XtPtjqSxpSnh60Dj79L35d2aMI0QT8GAnQ3t7Rk8TTImbiKg2oTjw/s1600-h/s1"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmDdiDPdFnlRAzKT_0DlPYZ11FVbFal-dNRom2aUkq1Wm4xFxOn7ODbkpqy31U6BHURJsTuHIuu63ezQ1aBFkHO4XtPtjqSxpSnh60Dj79L35d2aMI0QT8GAnQ3t7Rk8TTImbiKg2oTjw/s400/s1" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348017703111866994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></span></span></div>Lexiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469074354399518774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2261547186284816264.post-90018178570983938562009-06-12T19:53:00.000-07:002009-07-14T06:12:53.329-07:00Day 2 (part 2)~ Sanyu Babies Home<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdyf31SzXyqN5n65cJyRfdWXsfQ3f1Ed2cu8nmXfDDx3UXOwZ0VQp1WNorVC0Fh9F0Ee9V5NDpK18dNlQl3YLNs4SAMOvfVmmnEQynSWJw5JtVUUB10lSpP-W25b71JJqdaOQH3LIU95o/s1600-h/sanyu5"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">I was so excited to finally be able to go the the Sanyu babies home. I had heard so much about it and it sounded like a place I would absolutely love! I mean seriously...60 babies under the age of 3!! Sounded like heaven to me! It was a beautiful place...a chaotic beautiful place. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I heard that we would have to go through a "volunteer instruction-like-session" before we could help with the babies, but as soon as we walked in the gates they rushed us right over to the babies and put us to work! Babies...everywhere! It was very overwhelming! The babies were up from their nap and running around outside. From inside you could hear the smaller babies crying. I longed to go into the smaller babies room to take a peak at them but I was trapped with toddlers and I didn't know if it was appropriate for me to take the little bitty babies out of their cribs. So I played with the toddlers...and how sweet they were! All the wanted from you was just a little bit of attention! Hugs and kisses...and they were happy! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It started to rain so we rushed all of the toddlers back in the house. The electricity had gone out. So it was pitch black, and babies were crawling everywhere! We managed to put them all in there little highchairs and started dishing out the food. The food was very hot. I kept blowing on all the bowls waiting for them to cool off. But babies kept trying to take it out of my hand. I kept thinking...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">oh baby, your gonna burn your tongue off! You don't want this! Believe me. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">But I soon realized that it was quite normal for them to eat </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">very hot</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> food. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Once all the babies had food and it seemed like there was enough volunteers in the room I decided that this was my chance to go take a peek at the teeny-tiny babies! And boy were they TEENY TINY! There were 7 babies all under the age of 3 months. I grabbed a baby and began feeding. They were so little. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> little. And of course...their milk was SO hot! I worried about it but again realized that this was just how they drank it. After feeding the first baby it was time to change its diaper. One of the nannies asked "are you ok with changing diaper?" and I thought to myself ... </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">well of course I am ok! I have changed lots of babies diapers! </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">And then she handed me a clothe diaper. Oh my. Those things are CONFUSING. And it is no easy task when the baby is so small. Too much fabric, not enough bottom. I managed to figure it out with the help of a nanny. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">After changing the diaper I then laid the baby down in his crib and put the mosquito net up for him. I then went to the toddlers room to help put them to bed. It was craziness over there but some how we managed to get all of the babies in bed. I couldn't help but comfort the ones that were crying but the nannies told us that it would only make them cry more because they wanted attention. Very hard. I kissed every baby that I tucked into bed...but it made me sad when I left because I knew that they need a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">mommy and daddy</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> to kiss them goodnight and sing over them. I pray that each baby will one day find that love of a family. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdyf31SzXyqN5n65cJyRfdWXsfQ3f1Ed2cu8nmXfDDx3UXOwZ0VQp1WNorVC0Fh9F0Ee9V5NDpK18dNlQl3YLNs4SAMOvfVmmnEQynSWJw5JtVUUB10lSpP-W25b71JJqdaOQH3LIU95o/s1600-h/sanyu5"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdyf31SzXyqN5n65cJyRfdWXsfQ3f1Ed2cu8nmXfDDx3UXOwZ0VQp1WNorVC0Fh9F0Ee9V5NDpK18dNlQl3YLNs4SAMOvfVmmnEQynSWJw5JtVUUB10lSpP-W25b71JJqdaOQH3LIU95o/s400/sanyu5" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346808401724633586" style="display: block; 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" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Take a moment to notice the chaotic-ness of this picture... and this was only 6 of the 30 babies that were in this room eating. </span></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1dReoiQ2dZLhdzujwI0Z7Bu677q0DPExwhCEOpgSt5ztvN7_MuGO1emiFrkQllKnOlN5XC0YET_ae0HGBOvZj1SscJfc9WJvxj5VlUMriBPrneNTmS2Kpzy3SenQf6nNMDvMYgBOT-GU/s1600-h/sanyu4"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1dReoiQ2dZLhdzujwI0Z7Bu677q0DPExwhCEOpgSt5ztvN7_MuGO1emiFrkQllKnOlN5XC0YET_ae0HGBOvZj1SscJfc9WJvxj5VlUMriBPrneNTmS2Kpzy3SenQf6nNMDvMYgBOT-GU/s400/sanyu4" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346807605455443650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRktcUfeMgLu1JCdN216rBm3Ly5a9Gs_ykP93lyo2JK28JKWoykeYOuJHNnKjuv29-YwTFFSkQEUPJIwXJlu8vnoY6l6-UOWhFsFCFG3FZTym5oTTCA4ODXrBYF8bMvy6wgsuJLqPeJKo/s1600-h/sanyu3"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRktcUfeMgLu1JCdN216rBm3Ly5a9Gs_ykP93lyo2JK28JKWoykeYOuJHNnKjuv29-YwTFFSkQEUPJIwXJlu8vnoY6l6-UOWhFsFCFG3FZTym5oTTCA4ODXrBYF8bMvy6wgsuJLqPeJKo/s400/sanyu3" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346807602845809138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><div style="text-align: center; ">3 week old twins </div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHEUyO12burHG05ZyQmvEX4jpe_A_YJ274Wn4STItUBApbxOUGmcJPT1_tCslyvLuxKK7FQ387jWdkZ_P_b0btpmFpnOLXU9pnxasO3oEvlwXsmGueXLeXdLIykhnmkGgGHzbgQWgwybk/s1600-h/sanyu2"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHEUyO12burHG05ZyQmvEX4jpe_A_YJ274Wn4STItUBApbxOUGmcJPT1_tCslyvLuxKK7FQ387jWdkZ_P_b0btpmFpnOLXU9pnxasO3oEvlwXsmGueXLeXdLIykhnmkGgGHzbgQWgwybk/s400/sanyu2" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346807598871541522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3bfaihJkd11ICZoiYeWg96B49nRmnK0PfqQOiP5hmtxY8KeLpXHWWjclKvrM6P_iOBfoKq2gGjjpBjnLAn2PFMd6rAJL62Bn5AyPonZ96HTunhZhHF2d76XAQr7n614nG_l5EmqC6MdA/s1600-h/sanyu1"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3bfaihJkd11ICZoiYeWg96B49nRmnK0PfqQOiP5hmtxY8KeLpXHWWjclKvrM6P_iOBfoKq2gGjjpBjnLAn2PFMd6rAJL62Bn5AyPonZ96HTunhZhHF2d76XAQr7n614nG_l5EmqC6MdA/s400/sanyu1" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346807594152832770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></span></span></div>Lexiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469074354399518774noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2261547186284816264.post-24050509218688871922009-06-12T08:36:00.000-07:002009-07-14T06:12:53.329-07:00Day 2~ Meeting the Guys and the Streets of Kampala!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Now again, most of these pictures were taken by my beautiful friend Taylor. She did amazing with her pictures! You will see some of my pictures in later posts...but for this post I needed her pictures. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Finally in UGANDA. All of our bags made it safely to the airport!! All 40 something of them! Now I'd say that is a miracle considering on the way back, about 1/3 of the bags did not make it home. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The air port of Uganda was very different then the one we were just at in London. The one at London was AMAZING. Shops, food, more shops. It was like a mall. Wow, was it a stark difference of the one in Uganda. It was very small and much of there security was not machines...but dogs that would sniff your bags out. It was very interesting to see. And the "customs" consisted of three ladies dressed in your traditional African outfit and masks (because of the scare of the Swine flu). They asked as questions like "do you have a cough, runny nose, sore throat?" and of course we all said "no no no". We then waited outside for the "5 guys and Jess" that Dwight said would pick us up. We all sat outside...waiting and passing around the bug spray. Finally they were here! They came walking up with huge smiles and lots of hugs! They were so excited to see Dwight, Emma and Graham. I later found out that Dwight was there "adopted Dad". On the trip before Dwight had asked these five guys "Does any of y'all </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">not</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> have a Dad?" to which they all raised their hands. Then he said "Who wants a dad?!" to which they all raised their hands again! It was the sweetest thing to see each of them calling Dwight "Daddy". </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">These five guys hung out with us the whole trip! They were like our "tour guides". These guys will forever have a special place in my heart and I hope that one day when I go back to Uganda I will see them again...I have never laughed so much than I did with</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> these guys. They were the most selfless, and loving young men of God I had ever met. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Junior</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPHDdnuFROmE6fYD14rhlGC_5tyHAf6fiIp7sfVdEziuYhrjI3w5Fc7YQqCFJTWN4tbAa1Gtbl6LWTsK4iPAC3uimAIsg5UaHrg1y2va7UmELhz-gOr5H3tbzQMZU5fcxH87eJszN24WY/s1600-h/4743_107913201773_511516773_2695602_5370729_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPHDdnuFROmE6fYD14rhlGC_5tyHAf6fiIp7sfVdEziuYhrjI3w5Fc7YQqCFJTWN4tbAa1Gtbl6LWTsK4iPAC3uimAIsg5UaHrg1y2va7UmELhz-gOr5H3tbzQMZU5fcxH87eJszN24WY/s400/4743_107913201773_511516773_2695602_5370729_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346466255808335810" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">George (one day we said started singing "george george george of the jungle!"...he told us..."no, its george george george of the desert!") <br /></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitZE-Ly9lO12YXErZkSXYR0cA8AWT8A4LwWBvzF4F-rOTZq6G4tSLguGqo19TRu79WtCC9M66efxZnIDJ51NLmy4huuwjQp19acQbcmO7M_8s_2ud1zAdLxHAUYhzOvhi2kVg6v4HKzLo/s1600-h/4743_107884796773_511516773_2695133_6043769_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitZE-Ly9lO12YXErZkSXYR0cA8AWT8A4LwWBvzF4F-rOTZq6G4tSLguGqo19TRu79WtCC9M66efxZnIDJ51NLmy4huuwjQp19acQbcmO7M_8s_2ud1zAdLxHAUYhzOvhi2kVg6v4HKzLo/s400/4743_107884796773_511516773_2695133_6043769_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346466250505916226" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">Tony (he works with little girls that have been takin' of the street and put into his home. You can see them in the background of this picture. The sing, dance and make jewelry. The girls love Tony and he is such a great example for them. I will talk more about this organization in a later post) <br /></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUx8k5UkKtnwJPKMXKsE-u_1-SuvZ7OEETqn3ZH8PUiEvpc87GEWOBJ6MxEqZVjnnnFkf0XQV3t0nzvWJrXxkbhrdf480Tmfiw2D8utH7MaTc3WQc5YqSCjTl8X9xVQOwJGUdOzMsjG5w/s1600-h/4743_107884536773_511516773_2695090_7041548_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUx8k5UkKtnwJPKMXKsE-u_1-SuvZ7OEETqn3ZH8PUiEvpc87GEWOBJ6MxEqZVjnnnFkf0XQV3t0nzvWJrXxkbhrdf480Tmfiw2D8utH7MaTc3WQc5YqSCjTl8X9xVQOwJGUdOzMsjG5w/s400/4743_107884536773_511516773_2695090_7041548_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346466246201671058" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">Abbey (He works with boys that are taken off of the street. He teaches them how to play a brass instrument and they have formed a band. We went to a concert of theirs...that I will also talk about in a later post :) ) <br /></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeCP89WnUIpwfegFiWaEZq1IMiUooZK7i11d5TEii1oDip-vRguxrbFnC7yy20tsRCGDdIQdA1GL2e96ZU05I8-n1nUl3ALrYFFaUxFDxT5ebvuW0CfTZfiaLG9bu3Qk4uXtVjThui2pM/s1600-h/4743_107884741773_511516773_2695123_6446864_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeCP89WnUIpwfegFiWaEZq1IMiUooZK7i11d5TEii1oDip-vRguxrbFnC7yy20tsRCGDdIQdA1GL2e96ZU05I8-n1nUl3ALrYFFaUxFDxT5ebvuW0CfTZfiaLG9bu3Qk4uXtVjThui2pM/s400/4743_107884741773_511516773_2695123_6446864_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346466241491178322" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">Kennie<br /></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrfE2E5L4YgWFcA-Bj2xZmMtNaBCncaF6_BBaZeHsCntznrpni3mLJXwL4LgoFXX1eHnEF3J9XISwJgp9HdKT-SBUEE2GvZoH9k-EsaseaGD9nmNdrYkapslK5pVMMst-j7JiQbTybLbw/s1600-h/4743_107870576773_511516773_2694502_6895572_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrfE2E5L4YgWFcA-Bj2xZmMtNaBCncaF6_BBaZeHsCntznrpni3mLJXwL4LgoFXX1eHnEF3J9XISwJgp9HdKT-SBUEE2GvZoH9k-EsaseaGD9nmNdrYkapslK5pVMMst-j7JiQbTybLbw/s400/4743_107870576773_511516773_2694502_6895572_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346466243904159586" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">They helped us load all 40 something bags into 2 taxies...some how we all fit with all of our bags. And we were off. It was amazing to see the streets of Kampala. The rush of people was amazing. It reminded us of the song "Give Me Yours Eyes" By Brandon Heath. </span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It took us about 1 hour to get to our hotel. This would be our sleeping place for 3 nights, the rest of the nights we would be staying at a nicer hotel. We all found our rooms and settled in. Me and Emma were sharing a room. It was nice because all of the team was in one hallway. We did get one complaint for being too loud though...oupps :) </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">After dragging all of our 40 some bags up the stairs we then all met in our "devotion room" where Jess told us about what we were doing for the rest of the day! Jess is a sweet girl who lives in Uganda and was the one that did most of the planning for us! She is awesome! I think its safe to say that she is the only white girl in her village. She runs a boys home of about 13 boys. I will tell y'all about that amazing place in the later posts. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">She told us that we would be heading into the city to exchange money and eat lunch! Wow, we did not know what we had in store for us. It was a crazy experience! We broke our team of 19 into 4 smaller groups for the walk into town. It is not wise to have 19 Mzungu (white people) all walking together in town. The reason you ask? It is very hard to cross the streets by yourself, let alone with 19 people. There was also a less likely chance of loosing people in smaller groups. So there was about 6 people in each group. We made sure that the guys were surrounding each of the girls for protection. Many times guys would grab the girls hands and the men in our group would have to tell them to back off. Running across the street was NO easy task. Jess told us that the best thing to do was to grab a guys arm and walk very close together. You have to be looking in ALL different directions for cars. It was very exhausting. The walk seem like it lasted forever! It was an eye opening experience that I wouldn't trade for anything. Some sights broke my heart, like seeing small children begging for money. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Finally we made it to the place where we would eat. For some reason I had lost all my appetite but was able to eat a few bites of my chicken burger. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">After eating we went to a coffee shop. It felt like I was at Star*bucks. It was very nice... Kennie and George sat at my table and we asked them all sorts of questions about Africa. They then asked us questions about America. It was very interesting and humbling to hear them speak about their dreams and hopes. We asked them if they could go anywhere on a plane where they would go. Kennie said he would go to New York or maybe somewhere that snowed (he has never seen snow). And George told us...he'd go anywhere. He just wanted to fly. He didn't care where he went! They also told us that it is very hard to get permission to leave the country and one of the only ways to leave would be through marriage. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Next post coming up will be about the Sanyu babies home that we went to later that night! What an incredible place! I will have lots of photos to share... :) </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></div>Lexiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469074354399518774noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2261547186284816264.post-1805617040524930602009-06-11T04:41:00.000-07:002009-07-14T06:12:53.329-07:00Day 1~ Meeting the Team and Traveling<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Tye7dCnZFMpjkyV8fbG6tIOwiss7K97oOdP7AgxRbmlO-MYRGOARA-dhg4oP4ZbmAlA2AU2gbgCE9zUhkQkw69EttG3M2fYcc3jD7I_XJ-5EI0PGNptpJC4jUtyF0frV5Kwa0_YxyoU/s1600-h/DSC00299.JPG"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">W</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">arning: this might be a very long post because 1) this was a very long day and 2) I want to remember every detail</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Day 1</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> started off bright and early. Me and my dad left at about 7 a.m. to drive 5 hours to meet the team. I always imagined that when this day would come I would be super anxious, or just plain jumping off the walls with excitement. But to be honest, I was completely chill. We prayed as a family and then me and dad were off!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM8_Rj_AvlI4qraPtwGj_ErOIK1cmoWF_XaqqPuQQsGGVFl-m2a17QDG1a6WKDNa3kKWXzG9RaLdI3SvBwyq4GHFHKdVsZyRQyyzL3736UKTVuxH1HxL5FmUeGfbHoDckv3hh78A0V4U4/s400/dadme" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346045197235533538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">As we drove along I had to keep reminding my self that I was really going to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">UGANDA</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">! It didn't really hit me until me and my dad pulled into the parking garage at the airport. But still I had complete peace. Luckily, Dad was able to get a pass to take me through customs. Whew...glad I didn't have to do that by myself. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">As we walked to my gate I saw a group of people in yellow shirts. I said to my dad "there they are...". As we walked closer they all turned around at the same time and said "there she is!!!". </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">They were all so sweet!! I introduced my self to each of them and felt like I was with family from the very beginning. It was kinda crazy to be with people who I had only known from BLOGS but still...it felt so normal at the same time. Only God. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I had expected that I would have an emotional goodbye with my dad...but luckily I held it together. Again, God. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We all went to Fudruckers in the airport. I didn't get any food because me and my dad had just ate. I sat with the girls and we all got to know each other. At one point one of the girls says "your Dad rocks...my dad would NEVER let me go to UGANDA with people I met online." Uhm, yes, again...GOD. I never dreamed that my parents would either. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">After eating and getting to know them some more it was then off to our gate again. On the way there I went to grab my camera out of my bag. Uh...wheres my camera?? Panic. I start searching everywhere. No where to be found...so I quick call my dad. Luckily he was still in the parking garage. I had left my camera in the truck. Close call. So now I had to walk back through security (this time alone!) and grabbed my camera and said goodbye to my dad again. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">As we were boarding the plane one of the girls realized that her passport was missing...so a search party began on the floor in the middle of the airport. Luckily we found it about 2 minutes later...but it felt like 30 minutes. And praise the Lord, that was the only real mishap that we had on our trip. And it really wasn't much of a mishap. Our trip was really </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">very</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> smooth. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Now on the plane. I realized I was sitting next to a yellow shirt! Yay! Somebody from our group! Her name was Melinda and she was so very sweet! She told me all about her job in the military and we got to know each other in those 8 hours. I was so thankful I was not sitting alone. The flight went well although I didn't sleep, and the guy in front of me gave me such a mean scowl every time I even touched the back of his seat. Ugh! Did he not realize that I have really long legs! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Once in London we got on the train and began the whirlwind of a tour. We saw the Big Ben, the changing of the guards and some other sites that I can't think of at the moment. I also bought two scarfs! :) </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">Finally in London! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">(Left to Right- Me, Malinda, William, Breeane, Graham, Taylor, Dalton) </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Tye7dCnZFMpjkyV8fbG6tIOwiss7K97oOdP7AgxRbmlO-MYRGOARA-dhg4oP4ZbmAlA2AU2gbgCE9zUhkQkw69EttG3M2fYcc3jD7I_XJ-5EI0PGNptpJC4jUtyF0frV5Kwa0_YxyoU/s400/DSC00299.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346060787045631938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Trying to figure out the metro-cars (or whatever you call them...)</span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihuddYyB32fSat8S-OACvV7-tLq7NB6DezkdXnoCDxQQokeGauEZ6r5wwFEAbZ-xfTbtsPDohkj9IT2_TNgMms2Mn2NlJWxm3gcgnGPutHWdjUZIDk0BDFNtWDc5ffAsz7vRESCEsGh1s/s1600-h/london2"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihuddYyB32fSat8S-OACvV7-tLq7NB6DezkdXnoCDxQQokeGauEZ6r5wwFEAbZ-xfTbtsPDohkj9IT2_TNgMms2Mn2NlJWxm3gcgnGPutHWdjUZIDk0BDFNtWDc5ffAsz7vRESCEsGh1s/s400/london2" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346045195627304594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg63geTq7sppeaqiWD5dIQDgWJBQaPtEVFkUc6i4IikFM4JEe_8ALreVO0htK396_yuwmOyUf0H7kbDPM3u3H_TwuiFox9VXxYod6DZr1yFTRR_v9XeDHwzhYsRZD1u3F1J0tdUcDU39JQ/s1600-h/london1"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg63geTq7sppeaqiWD5dIQDgWJBQaPtEVFkUc6i4IikFM4JEe_8ALreVO0htK396_yuwmOyUf0H7kbDPM3u3H_TwuiFox9VXxYod6DZr1yFTRR_v9XeDHwzhYsRZD1u3F1J0tdUcDU39JQ/s400/london1" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346045192098573554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioPbHULGfsuNnaseO-b5NKhk3sN0ukIlx96RiH_zuabS3MMu9I-0jHJ3e8FkfY6aiK90LxZnV4ejh3953C-Oz9Pz2S6ZiW9KNvWUsczItizByOPbrdwHmG3bPYTsucoLA_ktd6WhWQuqw/s400/4743_107863711773_511516773_2694280_5045483_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346042933416855634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We got back to the airport with plenty of time. And met up with two more "blog friends"...Justin and James. They were so much fun and a great addition to our team. The airport was like a mall...so of course...us girls did some shopping! We then went back to our gate for about another 2 hours and everybody passed out on the seats. Everybody but me! I was so tired but couldn't sleep at all. Finally Taylor and Taylor (boy and girl) woke up and went with me to find some sleep aid for the plane. Luckily Taylor (boy) was 20 yrs and was able to buy me some stuff at the pharmacist. Both Taylors and me split the price and shared the sleep aid. On the plane I sat next to Taylor (boy) and we passed out. Thank you Jesus for some good drowsy medication! The flight went by very quickly. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Finally in UGANDA. We get off the plane and turned back to look at the plane that had just brought us to Uganda...and this was the beautiful site to our tired eyes...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsbzsX7ewVRaN355QYTq8YmPexdD0UhI1w-HGgM9SZL71SlCVlWeTjL6SfOnE6YukbX1ba4cQiqUp6SpJDIvV7b_8fzV0nRueIRhd4Phyphenhyphen-mBd9CCxjhLTRnMlvl6bJw2NAd5D_SyYPv_0/s400/4743_107863746773_511516773_2694285_1602942_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346042939704745234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It was only 7 a.m in Uganda and we had a full day ahead of us...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">More to follow...:)</span></span></div>Lexiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469074354399518774noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2261547186284816264.post-61692894558822140782009-06-10T16:07:00.000-07:002009-07-14T06:12:53.329-07:00Home!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am home! Very bitter sweet to be home. Sweet because I missed my family SO MUCH, and it is great to be back in my own room (which by the way, my mom completely cleaned out and organized. yea, she rocks). And I can't get enough of Karleigh Mei. But bitter at the same time because I miss Africa and my team so much. Nobody ever warned me when I signed up for going with a team from out of state how hard it would be to say good bye! I cried and cried the whole way out of the airport. And then cried some more. I am already trying to figure out ways of how to see them again this summer :) I have so many stories to share...but for now...pictures. These pictures are NOT my pictures. These were taking by Taylor (</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">whom i miss terribly</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">). I have not been able to upload my own pictures yet, because the airport lost the bag that it is in (ugh). So for now...some pictures of my time there. <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This is the amazing girl behind all of these pictures. She is beautiful and so much fun! </span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvTlJpXvDo32RU5lh4ORA-lMUB9-kRtZw7_XFpazb9TBxPBkYYiQ-GBqqHIGDolcw4ariPqPzyc5NcTX7sLxTe9S3AjQnDWWVCEfZPc5gOXNLBWOGJLFCSVFTseoWxTZwstgNLtOw3dlGE/s1600-h/4743_107923311773_511516773_2695934_4702760_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvTlJpXvDo32RU5lh4ORA-lMUB9-kRtZw7_XFpazb9TBxPBkYYiQ-GBqqHIGDolcw4ariPqPzyc5NcTX7sLxTe9S3AjQnDWWVCEfZPc5gOXNLBWOGJLFCSVFTseoWxTZwstgNLtOw3dlGE/s400/4743_107923311773_511516773_2695934_4702760_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345795041475826626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHOZ2uTw9TGHkeICkFg2ScrvBP23zUGJ8Wcr6Ez75lnciIuDnNZgb_TtBvDj70w0VOx8j-2TxjEBIvWiMWslFqChiMplkva_E9Bv2miPn0woUzZTsDo2T9QESG9eajZq255MATqJQl5Oyn/s1600-h/4743_107923411773_511516773_2695950_5249833_n_1.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHOZ2uTw9TGHkeICkFg2ScrvBP23zUGJ8Wcr6Ez75lnciIuDnNZgb_TtBvDj70w0VOx8j-2TxjEBIvWiMWslFqChiMplkva_E9Bv2miPn0woUzZTsDo2T9QESG9eajZq255MATqJQl5Oyn/s400/4743_107923411773_511516773_2695950_5249833_n_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345795037732306546" style="display: block; 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width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Emma is just as sweet and fun as her mom talks about on the blog...we had fun together :) </span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho4WtheZS6hbgmtYKZwolzuTXKXHmHfSkeDVh5AItkhqrDagiqUM6jzMw2K6SGog-6H8ubeAfQm1l98gmwbyxxPiTqUB5ej8HVkCXvkSyZwVYjFjN-o2Z2UzOvpwz-AItCuNQVIIKPXlGd/s1600-h/4743_107923291773_511516773_2695931_1410484_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho4WtheZS6hbgmtYKZwolzuTXKXHmHfSkeDVh5AItkhqrDagiqUM6jzMw2K6SGog-6H8ubeAfQm1l98gmwbyxxPiTqUB5ej8HVkCXvkSyZwVYjFjN-o2Z2UzOvpwz-AItCuNQVIIKPXlGd/s400/4743_107923291773_511516773_2695931_1410484_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345789996737156594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;">The kitchen we were building.<br /></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg48lXtiDO2goR24H-tw8_368oDRfbIk-bB9xTYTpGvYqCGz6EFM2BuO_ucXk3PeVPt3zQtmSxzlwf_Qa83KFNghWgKbO6xDrWyWNl5_Ey6qh3XAwfICXPmsntHYqWKnKCwZiYw3iMYZUpO/s1600-h/4743_107913286773_511516773_2695615_6817948_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg48lXtiDO2goR24H-tw8_368oDRfbIk-bB9xTYTpGvYqCGz6EFM2BuO_ucXk3PeVPt3zQtmSxzlwf_Qa83KFNghWgKbO6xDrWyWNl5_Ey6qh3XAwfICXPmsntHYqWKnKCwZiYw3iMYZUpO/s400/4743_107913286773_511516773_2695615_6817948_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345789996691533586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; 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margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; ">Much more to follow....</span><br /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div></div></div></span>Lexiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469074354399518774noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2261547186284816264.post-13981313780887038602009-05-03T12:34:00.000-07:002009-07-14T06:12:53.339-07:00here i am ~ Lord send me!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">a new blog. a new adventure. africa here i come...<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">follow along on this blog...</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">read about my preparation for uganda, and my journeys while in uganda.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">feel free to comment! :) </span></span></span></span></div>Lexiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06469074354399518774noreply@blogger.com4