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> I'm going to attempt to explain this day but its not going to be easy. We left this morning and went to the market and bought souvenirs. I've seen so much of this city in the last few days And yet I'm still amazed and can't take my eyes off of what I'm seeing from the bus. There are people everywhere in the city. People walking, hanging out on the side of the side of the streets, driving, weaving in and out....it's packed. We call New York the city that never sleeps but NY ain't got nothing on Kampala! It's so busy and alive with action yet so laid back. Today small children were running up to the bus asking for money with huge smiles on their faces. They were alone; no parents in sight. As we rode through he city you could occasionally hear "muzuungu" ( ma-zoong-goo) being shouted from the crowd. That means white man LOL. There are tshirts they sell with muzuungu written on it. It's great. :) After that, We came back to the hotel to eat and rest before church.
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> And then there's church. How do I even begin to explain this. Our bus turned off a side road lined with small shed sized wooden and tin buildings some were storefronts. Others were homes. They were probably three feet from the bus. The church is right in the middle of this are. It's a tin building with dirt floors and no air conditioning but you don't even notice. We were welcomed by the church people when the bus stopped. The second I walked out of the bus kids came up to me hugging me and telling us hello. I could not stop crying. I was trying to hold it back because I didn't want anyone to think I was crying for the wrong reasons. We were welcomed like kings and queens. The people here are so awesome. Actually, awesome is not an adequate word. I've know some of them for a year though vs ebook and others I only met days ago but I feel like I've known them all of my life. They are so loving and generous and giving. It's an unconditional love. I've never experienced this type of joy. Their joy rubs off on you. Amidst such poverty this church is like a light in the darkness. You could immediate hear the worship as we drove up. It was like a dream but today it was my reality. Members of the church walked us in and we sat in the front. The worship was heavenly. So much freedom and liberty and JOY! Heaven will be like this I just know it. The music was amazing and the worship was intimate and so full of of happiness. You can feel his presence so strong here. It's like you can touch him.
> During service children are in the doorways and windows peeking into to watch. One little kid saw me and made a bee line for me. I am in Heaven! We were at church for 3 hours but it literally felt like 45 minutes. When it was time to leave we were escorted out of the church. People lined the isles to hug us and shake our hand. I was able to not cry for maybe 5 seconds the whole service lolol. No actually when I was crying I was smiling so big. We just found out that we actually got to church about 3 hours after it started and that they kept going after we left!!! Now that is having CHUrCh!!!!! :)
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> These words are so inadequate. I can't really explain my feelings in a small blog post. They are too intense and overwhelming yet so happy. Please pray for our group as we travel tomorrow to Mbale to the orphanage. We have about a six hour drive. We plan to stop in Jinga for an hour to eat. For those of you who know Katie Davis and Amazima ministries, this is where she lives. Fingers crossed we meet up with her tomorrow :)
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> Sorry this is so long. There will probably be more longer ones to follow :)
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> Love all of you!
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> With love from Africa:)
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> I'm going to attempt to explain this day but its not going to be easy. We left this morning and went to the market and bought souvenirs. I've seen so much of this city in the last few days And yet I'm still amazed and can't take my eyes off of what I'm seeing from the bus. There are people everywhere in the city. People walking, hanging out on the side of the side of the streets, driving, weaving in and out....it's packed. We call New York the city that never sleeps but NY ain't got nothing on Kampala! It's so busy and alive with action yet so laid back. Today small children were running up to the bus asking for money with huge smiles on their faces. They were alone; no parents in sight. As we rode through he city you could occasionally hear "muzuungu" ( ma-zoong-goo) being shouted from the crowd. That means white man LOL. There are tshirts they sell with muzuungu written on it. It's great. :) After that, We came back to the hotel to eat and rest before church.
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> And then there's church. How do I even begin to explain this. Our bus turned off a side road lined with small shed sized wooden and tin buildings some were storefronts. Others were homes. They were probably three feet from the bus. The church is right in the middle of this are. It's a tin building with dirt floors and no air conditioning but you don't even notice. We were welcomed by the church people when the bus stopped. The second I walked out of the bus kids came up to me hugging me and telling us hello. I could not stop crying. I was trying to hold it back because I didn't want anyone to think I was crying for the wrong reasons. We were welcomed like kings and queens. The people here are so awesome. Actually, awesome is not an adequate word. I've know some of them for a year though vs ebook and others I only met days ago but I feel like I've known them all of my life. They are so loving and generous and giving. It's an unconditional love. I've never experienced this type of joy. Their joy rubs off on you. Amidst such poverty this church is like a light in the darkness. You could immediate hear the worship as we drove up. It was like a dream but today it was my reality. Members of the church walked us in and we sat in the front. The worship was heavenly. So much freedom and liberty and JOY! Heaven will be like this I just know it. The music was amazing and the worship was intimate and so full of of happiness. You can feel his presence so strong here. It's like you can touch him.
> During service children are in the doorways and windows peeking into to watch. One little kid saw me and made a bee line for me. I am in Heaven! We were at church for 3 hours but it literally felt like 45 minutes. When it was time to leave we were escorted out of the church. People lined the isles to hug us and shake our hand. I was able to not cry for maybe 5 seconds the whole service lolol. No actually when I was crying I was smiling so big. We just found out that we actually got to church about 3 hours after it started and that they kept going after we left!!! Now that is having CHUrCh!!!!! :)
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> These words are so inadequate. I can't really explain my feelings in a small blog post. They are too intense and overwhelming yet so happy. Please pray for our group as we travel tomorrow to Mbale to the orphanage. We have about a six hour drive. We plan to stop in Jinga for an hour to eat. For those of you who know Katie Davis and Amazima ministries, this is where she lives. Fingers crossed we meet up with her tomorrow :)
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> Sorry this is so long. There will probably be more longer ones to follow :)
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> Love all of you!
>
> With love from Africa:)
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> <image.jpeg>
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> Sent from my iPad
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