Dearest Uganda,

I want to remember.


Uganda...I set you aside, didn't even take notice of you as I ate in your home and slept in your bed. How did I become so far removed...


But I see you. You're weeping, bleeding, wounded by false doctrine, by civil war, by disease and malnutrition. I see your children. They know no home, no future, no maternal love. I'm so sorry. I've neglected you, brushed off your cries for prayer. I've made a joke of my promises.


And through it all, you still call me friend...sister.



Joshua, Harriet, you are my family.


Praise, Blessed, Shammah and little Nissi, you are my little sisters and brothers.

I miss you dearly. I wish I had been present in both body and spirit during my last visit.

I thought living in Egypt would bring me closer to you, to my burden for you, but it nearly erased you from my radar. Maybe it's God's love for you that is taking me away from Egypt, back to a place where I can continue in the work He's given me on your behalf, a place where He can use me to bless your family and ministry. Afterall, He loved me enough to give me your precious friendship...

Uganda...I want to remember...always.