For anyone worried sick: I made it to Bundibugyo, Uganda in one piece. With minimal jet lag and all of my health! The internet is super finicky here so I apologize for lack of communication…
For Mom: I still have everything I need, even though it’s only been a few days since you asked me.
For Dad: The people here are taking care of me super well and I’m washing all my produce carefully, I promise.
For AK and Cam: Yes, I’m still making a fool of myself even on a different continent. It’s a natural gift that’s only emphasized in a foreign culture.
For my supporters: I’ve only been here 6 days and I can already tell that God is and has been at work in this place. With or without my presence, He’ll continue to move mountains…but I thank you once again for giving me the opportunity to play a small part in His plan for Bundibugyo. I look forward to providing glimpses of life here as well as prayer requests as they arise. Trust me, there will be plenty of both.
There’s so much to say about my first week here, but for now I’ll give some of the bigger highlights…
I learned that I’ll be helping out with videography and photography projects for the boarding school here in the district. Christ School is always looking for ways to expand its reach in the US and internationally, so I’ll be working hand-in-hand with a fellow intern and the administration to start creating some really cool PR pieces. I get to use any talents I may have to showcase the talents and visions of the people surrounding this beautiful school. I can’t wait to show you some sneak peaks once the ball starts rolling on that!
I’ve started picking up a little bit of Lubwisi in the process of adjusting to life here. I pretty much have the greetings down, but I’ll need a little bit more to connect with the community the way I would like to. In the meantime, the people in the market are very gracious and helpful when I can’t find things I need. Charades are involved 90% of the time, but I’m told it’ll become a more graceful process eventually.
I’ve learned humility in ways I can’t even begin to explain to you. I’ve witnessed some of the most beautiful worship in the midst of poverty. I’ve been shown grace by people who have trouble saying my name. I’ve laughed with students about how fair skinned I am. Praise God for his provision and wisdom when I feel like a fish out of water, because this is all just the beginning.
After the bat flew into the kitchen the other night and was flung into my face…and after rocks fell and blocked our water supply temporarily…and after 4 of the 5 trunks we left with in Philadelphia got lost in the London Heathrow airport IT malfunction/British Airways fiasco (google it)…the seat belts have been fastened and expectations were thrown out the window AGES ago. And for a girl who tends to get wrapped up in the details of preparation, it’s truly a liberating feeling. This is Africa.
Prayer requests: wisdom for the team here, especially when little hurdles pop up every day; that our trunks will somehow arrive sometime relatively soon…supplies are in there; that I will keep Ephesians 4:2-3 close to my heart as I dive headfirst into a ministry I have no experience with.
“Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love. Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace.”
And to everyone who doubted: here I am cooking a traditional Ugandan meal with a sweet woman named Austa. She laughed at us a lot, but now I can semi-confidently pick and cook cassava leaves over a few burning embers IF I absolutely had to. Plus Austa’s daughter said to me, “You are African woman now,” so I’d consider it a relative success.