internet connection...

is something that is necessary to keep a blog updated.
it is also something that is very hard to come by where i am.
thank goodness for ingenious little karambi computers
turning one computer into ten
making a quite nice little internet cafe a couple blocks away on main street

so here i am, with a little timer counting down on the bottom of the screen
telling me i have 33 minutes and 42 seconds. thats enough time to write about one of the million stories i already have to tell.

this has been such an eye opening experience. i feel so blessed by every little thing i take part in. ive been at the home playing with the kids almost every day so far, which always fills me with a tremendous amount of joy. the children are so loving, and extremely bright. they all love to worship and it just melts my heart to hear their little voices praising God with their eyes closed and hands raised. man, i just soak it all up.

we had the privilege of meeting a family this morning who escaped from the refugees in northern uganda. i couldnt stop a couple of tears from escaping as i listened to this women tell us about the soldiers capturing her mother who dug through their dirt walls and escaped and how her sister was ran over by a refugee truck three times, but they couldnt take her to the hospital because it was too dangerous. yet she couldnt stop repeating how God is good and how they prayed and fasted. it was so encouraging, and just shocking how much faith this family had exercised over the past year. now they live in a village outside of jinja. their floor is concrete, which is a huge deal, and the back room is used to teach the village children after they return from school. doreen, who was crippled by the refuge truck is paid for teaching them, by a local church. she also draws beautiful diagrams to help the children learn about animals and their purpose and use, which is quite important for the survival of their village.

you hear about these things and even seen footage of them through things like invisible children. however the feeling you get from conversing with someone who actually experienced it is indescribable.