One Beautiful Life

There is a land...

There is a land.  There is a land where hundreds of feet of precious children run to gather beneath a large mango tree when the bus comes into view.  In this land, the beautiful sound of song from voices so sweet fill the air before you even step foot upon her.  And in this land, faces shine with deep emotion that knows no boundary... hope, caution, wonder, pain, joy, anger, excitement, humility, spunk, sadness, hunger, contentment, survival... love.  There is a land... her name is Uganda... and I love her with the depths of my heart.

THIS is what we were created to do... to worship the Father of all creation by loving and serving His people.  THIS is where the Holy Spirit soars on the wind and dances in your spirit.  THIS is where God can really show off... just for you and for His glory!  This is where raw need crashes into His provision in such splendor it can leave you on your knees... in wonder, humility, and deep, deep thankfulness... leaving His joy lingering on you like rain drops from heaven.  THIS is where God can stand before you in His glory and it takes everything in you to remain standing.  THIS is where I fell totally in love with being a simple vessel... a clay pot... to allow the overflowing of His living water.

"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.  Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.  For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."  Matthew 11:28-30

"Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine...

When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you...

When you pass through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze...

For I am the LORD, your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior... "  Isaiah 43: 1-3~

There is a land.  There is a land where young girls bring you a new baby and ask you to pray over her.  There is a land where the Holy Spirit whispers special prayers that are meant only for the Father to understand.  Prayers that leave me overflowing in tears to witness.

And in this land, babies smell sweet like fresh powder and suck their fists.  They lie quietly in your arms and soak in their prayer like a personal lullaby. 

In this land... children smile with faces full of joy and love... against all odds... and soak in the Father's touch and love like tiny little sponges.

Oh... this land of Uganda... Adacar, Uganda.  I think I am ready to take you there... one post at a time.  To the God of all creation be every drop of the glory!