Welcome back to Uganda

Our first official day in Uganda was so great. Nancy and Bob Calvert picked us up at the airport yesterday, and they were so kind to us. They made us yummy food, gave us insight to good ideas and advice for while we're here, showed us around Entebbe, and gave us quite a few laughs by telling us stories and showing us pictures of Zac (sorry about it zac...they just had to)...they were great hosts and I really enjoyed getting to know them.  Kat and Zac, I request you make us family ;) only kidding but if God planned to make that happen, I wouldn't be opposed. 

Our driver picked us up at their house early that afternoon, and as we were driving from Entebbe through Kampala and then into Jinja, I was reminded of why I love it here. I truly love the culture and the people. It is hard to put into words what it is exactly because it is so different from America, but I just feel like a piece of me is at home. As we were driving, Lauren and I decided to read the Word together and pray over these cities, our time here, and that we would constantly be looking for God in our every day here. We read a scripture that we immediately felt like God had led us to for a reason. Psalm 46. We talked about this after because we felt so moved by it. Our verse for this trip is Psalm 46:5 "God is within her, she will not fall; God will help her at break of day." We sat in a van. Just us two with a driver we didn't know in a city where we were very much a minority and different, but yet we both agreed, we felt no fear. In fact, in a place where my faith is challenged the most, I have never felt so much at peace. I guess it's just another reassuring feeling for why we are here and that God never leaves us nor forsakes us. We made it to Canaan and to our surprise, all the kids were still on holiday. This was really sad for us, because we were really excited about seeing our kids. But, we fully believe that God had that purposed for a reason. We are praying that we would constantly be looking for where the Lord wants us. Immediately, our prayer were answered when a ton of the village kids approached the gates of Canaan. We were able to go out and go on a walk with them in the village. This was really neat because normally the visitors only stay within the Canaan orphanage and go out very little, so we got to experience loving on the kids outside. We spent the afternoon playing with them and walking around. A pleasant surprise was that my little Ruthie was still at Canaan. She does not have any distant family to visit for the holiday, so she and one other boy stayed at Canaan. I was so happy to get to be with Ruthie again. She has grown so much but her cute little personality is very much so present. We are hoping that more of the children will arrive back within the week. 

Our first night, Lauren and I had just gotten in bed in our little guest house and heard a mouse. We had a really funny moment when we both went in search of the mouse and then when we thought we saw it, screamed and ran...we're such girls. 

We spent our first day with Damalie yesterday at Sangaalo baby cottage. Damalie currently has 16 babies living in her home. When we arrived, we immediately went to work helping change, hold and feed the babies. My biggest prayer while working with her and the babies is that I would see things through Jesus' eyes. And that is definitely put to test while I am there. In the first 5 minutes I was there, I held about three different babies who had pee all over them. It's easy to be grossed out by this, but the more I have prayed, the more that God's grace has helped me see their beautiful faces over their dirty clothes and pee. As the day went on, I didn't even think about it anymore. Working with these babies is a step of faith everyday. A lot of them have been abandoned because of sickness such as HIV, TB, and others. In working with them, we are always at risk to get sick, but when I get nervous of those things, I think about Jesus and how we were a sick world needing love and He entered in. He hung with the sick, touched the sick, fed the sick, and ministered to the sick. I am reminded of the verse in Mark  that says "it is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick".

 We will be working with Damalie and the babies all week, and I am really excited about this. Her staff are so sweet and grateful that we are there. One of my favorite things about the country is talking to the People. Each Ugandan I talk to is so kind and intentional. They want to get to know you and know about your life, and they take the time to find out. 

We rode our first boda boda after leaving Damalie's, and I can now say I really feel culturally I'm diving it. It was quite the experience (for those who don't know a boda boda is kinda like a moped/motorcycle... It's a big means of transportation here). But, we really loved it and we'll probably use it all week. It's a great way to see Jinja and the people. Everyone you drive by waves and says hello, although they are probably thinking "who are those two crazy muzungus on the back of  a boda."

 Arriving back at Canaan, our friends from the village were waiting for us by the gate. After visiting for a few minutes, we requested dinner early for we were exhausted from being with 16 babies all day. Needless to say, we were in bed by 7:45. What a day. 

Crazies from Jinja: 

- Lauren and I were served this cabbage stuff at Damalie's. Neither of us tasted to our liking, so Lauren gets the idea to drink her water really fast and then precedes to start putting her cabbage in her water bottle, so they aren't offended by us not liking it. As she is doing this, damalie comes to eat with us, so she hides the bottle behind my backpack. Damalie ate the rest of lunch with us and crazy Lauren picks up her bottle and drinks it forgetting its cabbage not water... We laughed for about 2 minutes and poor Damalie was clueless.

-I woke up last night startled because Lauren had crawled over me to go to the bathroom, and I screamed because I could have sworn I thought a monkey was crawling on our bed.

-our boda almost ran out of gas in the middle of the jungle, but no worries, we made it back to Canaan. Hopefully next time, he won't forget to put fuel in it. 

Until next time, continue to pray for health and safety and for Damalie, her staff, and the babies. 

Peace

"For to us, a child is born,

to us a son is given,

and the government will be on his shoulders.

And he will be called

Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,

Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

Of the greatness of his government 

and peace there will be no end."

Isaiah 9:6-7

Peace. Such a refreshing word. I cannot even comprehend the fact that I will be in Uganda in 9 days. The Lord's timing is crazy. It seems like yesterday, I was sitting in my room on January 1, 2012 writing down my dreams for 2012. Some that consists of becoming a young life leader, getting into nursing school, and loving on orphans in Uganda. I love that the passions God places on my heart, He fulfills. Watching him work in my life is one of the most incredible feelings in the world. And, I am so excited to continue to watch what is next. If you have read my previous posts, then you know all the amazing things God did through my last trip to Uganda, and then how He once again led my heart to submit to His will, and say "Yes, I will go. I will follow you." Although, this seems as though it is a scary leap, my heart is craving to jump right in. Yes, there will be hard times. Yes, I will have moments where I am emotionally and physically drained and long to be home. And yes, my Father will continue to sustain me. 

I am entirely overwhelmed at all that God has done since I returned home August 1, 2012. When I announced that I would be returning again, the encouragement flooded in. When doubts arose, God was quick to reassure me that His voice is guiding me. Lauren and I had been praying for ways that we could raise support. We have this dream of starting a non-profit organization. So, like any other dream, you have to start somewhere. We came up with just a simple name. Love Africa 127. It is simple because what we do there is quite simple. We love. We love like Christ loves us. James 1:27 says, "Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world." This is our mission. To run after God. To love orphans and those in need. And, to be covered in the truth of His Word. So, hence began Love Africa 127. We made a facebook page and designed T-shirts and began getting the word out to our family and friends. The response we got was incredible. So, thank you to all who have contributed in this. Your support means the world to us, and I pray that God greatly blesses each of you.

The next thing God placed on our hearts to plan was a Love Africa worship night. We had planned to do this in Knoxville, because Lauren's brother is in a band there, and they would be playing for us, and we were also going to be able to have it at Lauren's church. This night was so PEACEful. We spent the evening worshiping our Savior and then we were able to share our stories. I could feel the Spirit in the room, and I was so delighted to sense His presence there. Now, if you really knew me....then you would know that I HATE speaking in front of people. It makes me extremely nervous. So, when I found out that we were going to get up there and share our experiences, I felt like my heart was going to stop. I was scared and insecure. When the time came, we got up there and both shared how God brought us to go and what He did while we were there. The Lord completely was the one speaking through me. I was able to go on and on and I don't even know how. God is faithful. It was one of the coolest feelings. Because, it went so well, I really felt like God was telling me to do one in Johnson City. We had another great night in JC, and once again the Lord's presence really showed up. 

Although, at this moment, I feel overwhelmed by all I have to do to get ready to leave, I am reminding myself to be still and rest in God's peace. A peace that was promised to us years ago. A peace that comes from a child born on a still, silent night from a virgin that through Him, one day, we would all be rescued. When I think about the Christmas story, I am in awe that God came down to earth in flesh as baby to save me. To deliver me to be able to have a personal relationship with Him. God entered our messy world to make a way. Because of God's grace, on December 26th, I will leave and enter Uganda once again, and proclaim the name of Jesus to children who are fatherless. I will love them like Jesus loves me, and I will surrender my will for God to lead where He chooses.

"Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom he is well pleased." Luke 2:14

If you would like more information on Love Africa 127, visit our facebook page at http://www.facebook.com/loveafrica127 and to order a t-shirt go to http://www.etsy.com/shop/LoveAfrica127

Here is a video of us telling our stories: 

Life lately...

Man, it has been so long since I have sat down, gathered my thoughts, and shared with all of you how the Lord continues to prove himself faithful in my life. So, here I am on a Wednesday morning ready to spill. 

So, I moved back to Johnson City about a month ago. I live in a great house with three great girls. So thankful God has put them in my life. It's so fun having a house that you can make your own. We have had some really great times adding our personalities to it to make it awesome :) Young Life at Elizabethton High School (where I lead at) has started back up! To open our year, we had this huge thing we like to call Ice Cream Olympics! It was crazy! We had about 250 high schoolers show up, which was so incredible! Last Thursday, we had our first club, and it went really well. I love this ministry so much, and I love that God chose to put me in it. Sometimes, it is hard and exhausting, but I am always shown along the way that God is working at Elizabethton High School, and I am filled up all over again! Since I was only placed there last semester, I am still adjusting and working on being patient on building relationships with girls. I know it takes time, and I am excited to see the relationships I form with some of these girls! 

The Ice Cream Ammo

My awesome Young Life team

So thankful for my roommates

Alright, moving on. I applied to nursing school this semester. I will find out if I was accepted mid-October or early November. This is something that easily captures my thoughts and makes me anxious. Everyday, I have to remind myself that the Lord's timing is the best timing and that if I don't get it, then He has other plans for me. My human self likes to complain about how I have no other thing I would be interested in, but let's be real, there are lots of things that I could do. So, I am trusting that when God closes doors, He opens others. 

Back in July, Lauren (my friend from Knoxville who was on my team the first time I went to Uganda) and I were talking about how much we missed Uganda and really wanted to go back next summer. Everyday, we would have the same conversation over and over again about longing to be back. Finally, we decided, Heck, let's just go back in December. This instantly excited me, but then without fail, ofcourse tons of fears arose. Is it safe for us to go back alone? How will I fund this? How do I even go about this?.... How come we so easily forget what God has done in our lives? I always result back to  how will I.....when it should always be, I am trusting GOD. This is a lesson I am continually being taught. So.........If you don't know me super well then let me enlighten you a little. I am the type of person that if I want something, I will do whatever I can to get there. My parents will testify for this. They have many stories where I persisted and persisted when I was young. haha sorry mom and dad. The first time I decided I wanted to go to Africa, I found the trip, raised my money, did everything I needed to do. In fact, I didn't even tell my parents I was going until the day after I signed up and had already paid my deposit. But, I am so thankful that they understand that God has called me to Uganda, and they support me so much. But still, sorry for the late notice :) Needless to say, we got straight to work on our own making it happen. We sent emails. Came up with a plan.... and ofcourse, I started feeling helpless. I had emailed one of the homes we wanted to work with and for two weeks heard nothing back. I kept thinking to myself....what is happening? Doesn't God want me to go back? The day I moved back to Johnson City, I was driving my car all alone and was able to spend some precious time in prayer about this. I asked God to show me that I am on His path for me. To show me that December is the right time to go back. To show me that this is about Him and not me. I kid you not, 1 hour after this, we received the two emails we were waiting to hear back from. Isn't God good? Man, He never ceases to amaze me. So, the planning began. We had a place to stay. We had a mission. Things were coming together. 

Neither of us really know how we are going to pay for this trip, but I know that God will provide. Lauren and I decided to have a garage sale in Knoxville to raise money. I was nervous about this because seriously, who makes a ton of money off of a garage sale? But, despite that, we decided to give it a go anyway. Lauren's family had a ton of family friends donate stuff to sale. I don't know any of them, but I am extremely thankful. When I got to Knoxville on a Thursday night to get things ready, Lauren and I decided that a good goal would be if we could purchase our plane tickets after the sale. Now, if you don't know, flying to Uganda is CRAZY EXPENSIVE. 1500 dollars each. So, total we needed roughly $3000. Friday morning, the chaos began. I was shocked at how many people came on Friday. At the end of the day, we had raised $1400. Which was awesome! Saturday, I was really nervous, because I knew we needed to buy our tickets, because the prices rise the closer it gets to the departure. I knew that I couldn't just throw down $500 to $1000 on this. We didn't see as many people on Saturday, and I began to get anxious. (See the pattern.... God has to remind me CONSTANTLY that He is in control...will I ever learn?) Also, it was supposed to rain all morning, which didn't help the situation. I began praying about it and felt this weird feeling that God was going to provide a big chunk at the end. I just needed to be patient. I went over to Lauren and told her that I felt like we would make it or atleast get close. I told her it would all work out in the end. Believe it or not, 10 minutes before we shut down, this girl came up and bought some patio furniture for $350. And, 10 minutes after we shut down, it poured the rain. Not once did it pour during our sale. God is so cool. The total we raised was $2600 which left about $200 for us each to put down. God is good. 

We still have a ways to go with raising money, but I am so thankful that the big plane purchase is out of the way. We are trying to come up with different fun ways to raise it, so I will post to keep people updated on different plans we have. This whole process is unfolding beautifully, and I know now more than ever that I am following God's voice in the right direction. Pastor Samuel from Kerith Children's Home that we will be working with while we are there, messaged me yesterday asking how he can pray for me. I told him a few things, and he said every morning at 5, 30 kids will be lifting me up. This brought tears to my eyes. Even when I am not there, I am still so blessed by these kids. It's crazy to me that I got so much more from them then I could give. These children changed me. They showed me what a real relationship with the Lord looks like. I found myself wanting what they have. I love this! Even though physically, they are poor, spiritually, they are so rich. They know that the Lord delights in them, and they love Him with this love I have never seen before. 

Thank you again for all the support and continually encouraging me.

"I have come that you may have life, and have it to the full." John 10:10 

These are their stories.....

Meet Damalie. 

An amazing woman after God's heart.

I was so encouraged by her faith and understanding of God's will in her life. 

You can see the love she has for these babies.

This is Damalie with one of the twins, Sara.

And this is her with the other twin, Semily.

I wanted to bring her home with me. Not sure if my parents would be too thrilled about that one ;)

Love her joy.

I was so blessed to have met her. She truly touched my life and was such an encouragement.

Damalie has loved babies ever since she was a little girl. She told us that she used to love playing with the babies in her community. She would even sneak out of her house to go help with the babies, and then she would come home and get spanked for going to play with them. She bacame a nanny for a little girl. She loved this little girl like her own. While working for the family, the little girl got sick and died. Damalie explained that she didn't understand why God would take a little girl so dear to her. She said God told her, "You are not God. You do not know the number of days one lives." Through her faith in the Lord, she was able to get through this. She met this lady who became her mentor. She became very close to her. This lady died and Damalie once again questioned God. She said God told her once again, "You are not God. You do not know the number of days one lives." As she got older, she felt God calling her to open her home to abandoned and sick babies. Her and her husband have five children of their own. While we were there, she had 13 babies in the home. She has a few women to help her during the day, but she told me at night it is just her. I can't imagine how she does it! Thankfully, recently someone was hired to help her some at night. A lot of the babies are sick. Some are HIV positive, some are carriers, some have TB, and some were just abandoned. Damalie's strength is incredible. She really touched my heart. She was telling me that she was hoping to adopt all the babies out eventually and I jokingly asked her if she could adopt me. I would love to work beside her. One thing she said really stuck with me. A lot of these babies are really sick and will live short lives. Her response to this is, "Either I nurse them back to health on Earth or nurse them to health in glory." How awesome is this answer? She trust that God is in complete control. She explained that it is very expensive to care for this many babies, but that God always provides day by day. What an incredible God we serve! I hope to go back to Sangaalo Baby Home and work with Damalie at some point. I would love to be a witness to all that God is doing in her life. One of our team members received an email from her the other day that really encouraged me. This is it:

Dear Friends,

I hope all is well with you. Sorry I havent been in touch. Alot has

been going on. Jenni has TB. At the same time their dad came to visit

and wanted them back. Probation said yes, so we have been on that too.

Besides my brother is in the hospital, had a biopsy and waiting for

results.Please pray with me that it isnt cancer.

We have a baby boy 2 days old. His mother is 17 years and doesnt want

anything to do with him. She tried to kill him in the house after

birth and the neighbours rescued him. She didnt say who the father is.

You can imagine the World we are in.

Thank God who used a friend of Sangaalo to help me be able to hire

someone to help me at night. It would be too much for me. It just

happened at the right time. God is amazing.

Am also expecting 2 more a 3 month and 14 month. I guess thats how it

is and always will be, they come and go accordirg to the will of God

and to the best interest of the child according to Probation. I can

only be with them for the time Gof purposes. Please continue praying

for us. I try to keep the number down, but what would Jesus do?

We had a VO team on Monday and we thank God who blessed us through

them. God met some more of the physical needs through them. We now

have a washing machine, just happy and grateful. Glory to Him

Thank you for your prayers. Together we are ministering Love

Blessings

Damalie

 Keep Damalie and her ministry in your prayers. If you want to know more about her or are interested in donating to her or adopting, email me at carolineflippin@gmail.com.

The Conflicted Heart

Ever since I've been home from Uganda, I simply cannot stop thinking about what I've seen and experienced. The last time I was this conflicted with thoughts was during a heartbreak, so this can only mean one thing: my heart is broken. This sounds so cheesy and cliche, but it's amazing how much love I can have for these little children I knew for one day, two days, and if I was lucky, three. And to have this big of a love and be deprived to keep giving it is heart wrenching. I knew that I would have such a great time, but never did I think I would come home and constantly be thinking about where I want to call home. Thinking about the hard way of life I would have if I completely changed my surroundings. I just never imagined that I truly would want to move there. I would jokingly say it out loud but these feelings I have are not a joke. Being in this position is so hard. It's hard because I really have no idea what is in the future for me. It scares me because God calls us to live uncomfortably. He doesn't say it will be easy, but He promises never to leave. And although I hold on to this hope and believe it, I can't help but to think what I might have to give up if I choose this lifestyle. The dream of falling in love or having my own children one day. Being a mom is something I have been excited about my whole life. But what if i completely changed my life around? What would happen to these dreams? I know it sounds selfish but it's my struggle right now. My selfishness. What I have seen is not something that I can walk away from. Leaving the different ministries was hard, but honestly, when I would leave I would always tell myself this is not goodbye, but see you later. It was a consistent thought that just kept popping up in my head.  I can bring hope by Gods grace. I can bring love to those who don't have that earthly. I have always really deep down longed to know what it felt like to have to completely rely on the Lord for life. To not know that the next day everything I needed would be right in front of me. I know this seems weird but I so earnestly want to be as close to my Savior as I can, and my life so easily pulls me from Him. I feel and I know it. I get so caught up in my materialism here and when I do this, I am missing the overflow of joy from trusting in the Lord. But, while in Uganda, I saw this in the people. I saw them having nothing but being satisfied because of their strong faith in God. They hear Him and they are so joyful to know Him and so thankful for His provision. I found myself envious. I want that relationship with God! I want to have nothing and everyday be a miracle from God! We miss this so much in America! I'm not saying by any means that living in America is not good. It's great. I just long for more. I don't want to live comfortably because then I'm too comfortable to do the hard things. I don't want to live easily being able to get things I need. I want to have to pray and pray and pray and believe in God to provide. I believe in the sovereignty of God which is why I know my friends in Uganda are okay. Yes, they don't have near as much as I do here, but they find contentment in it with Gods help. Yes, there is pain, but God wipes their tears away and replaces it with happiness. They truly get it because they are completely transformed. Something that I have missed because I am distracted. I am not saying that I am moving to Uganda. I am not saying that I don't want to live here. I'm just simply conflicted in what God has planned for me. I also recognize that in America, there are a lot of needs as well. Which I want God to completely use me no matter where on the map I am. But I also believe God calls certain people to minister in other areas of the world. When I was in 8th grade, my parents went to Africa. They came home and told me stories of it, and in my head I was drawn to it. Since then, every time I would hear about work being done there, I would be interested and pulled in. I would sit and do research and learn as much about doing ministry over there as i could. My heart would get so excited and I knew one day I would go on a mission trip there. But maybe God wants more from me. I know He is good and I believe He is who He says He is. But, the unknown is scary. Because, I just might live in Uganda one day. And that scares me. Or I just might live in America and take short trips to this place I love. And that scares me. But, I am choosing to live as my dear friends there live. I am choosing to walk by faith. I don't know where my path will take me, but I will conquer my fear of taking leaps of faith because the leap I took to Uganda just might forever change my life in a way I never would have thought possible. And just maybe my blessings will turn from material blessings to the deep heart felt blessings received from simply saying, "Yes. I will go. I will love. I will trust. And, I will believe."

I can't. He can.

All day long, I have been saying I can't wait to be in my home and then I pull in my driveway and my heart sinks. I'll admit, different times while I was gone, I missed my culture. I missed my hot shower, good food, and comfort living situation, but now that I have it, my heart is aching. I did not think I would be effected this bad. My dad got me chick fil a by request but when it was put in front of me, I ate two bites and was full. While my sister prayed over our food, without even realizing it, I lost it. I started bawling uncontrollably. I love my home, but I can't help but to feel a part of me missing. All I want to do is walk outside and wrap my kids in my arms, but I can't. And this kills me. I miss the people. I miss the joy. I miss the love. I miss Uganda. I miss the way my hand was always held and the way a hug was received every minute. I miss how much a little smile from my face made a child's day. I miss the excitement from people as muZungos drive by. I miss the way I was dirty and didn't even care. I miss singing songs with my new family. I miss seeing the real faith all around me. I miss the physical dependency of God. I miss my life in Uganda and I miss the void that it filled in my heart. I'm in need of prayers as I wrestle with God as to why I'm sitting on my comfortable bed so far from the place I fell in love with. Pray for my strength as I patiently wait on God to lead me wherever He wants me. Pray for the culture shock and that I would never forgot I serve a God who is all powerful and has every person I fell in love with wrapped up in His arms. Pray that I would never forget all that He has taught me about His love and pray that I would never cease thanking Him for allowing me to do His will and serve Him in a country that has forever changed me and that I have truly fallen in love with. I need strength. I need peace. I need comfort. I can't. He can.

Last night in Uganda

Spending our last few days at Canaan's was really awesome. Canaan's is run by Pastor Isaac whose son runs Kerith where we were the other day. I have been hanging out with some older girls here for a lot of my time because the little kids get a lot more attention that the older. The three girls I have gotten to know are Caroline, Angela, and Nancy who are all 11. And Vivian who is 6. They are sweet sweet girls who make me giggle so much. I also got to know Mayi Esther my sponsor child. It's really neat to get to love on her. This other little girl Ruthie had the most adorable little spirit and I was instantly drawn to her when we began making faces at each other. She had this sassy little attitude that was so cute. 

Last night was really hard because it was the last evening  I would watch the sunset in Uganda. The last time for a while I would lay eyes on the bright moon in the country that has captured my heart. I walked around just looking at the children and I couldn't help but to feel happy because even though I knew I would be leaving tomorrow, I was there in that moment leaving my mark on their little lives. I am so thankful God orchestrated this trip for me. I never imagined the impact it would have on me. My little Vivian held on to my hand tight last night. I think she knew I would be leaving today. I held her in my eyes and a group of us worshiped. Singing is my favorite form of worship because it really lifts my spirit high. It's in the moments of lifting my voice to God that I have felt the closest to Him and that I have felt His presence the most. So as I watched many children singing these songs to God, I couldn't help but to just be glad. Glad to be here. In that very moment. Witnessing the reason we were created. Vivian has such a beautiful voice. My favorite memories of us are singing together. That's the first memory we had and many more followed. 

This morning was difficult. It is very hard knowing you will be saying goodbye in just a short couple of hours. Vivian hugged me and embraced me for as long as she could. And little Ruthie sat in my lap touching my face and making her goofy faces with me. As I walked unto the bus and got my seat, I stuck my hand out the window and without fail, there was Vivian to hold it tight. I looked down and saw her sad face and it broke my heart. Now I know I have to return whether it be short or long term, I will be back. As the bus pulled away, this little girl ran after it. So sweet. I think we all were struck with sadness. While driving to the airport, I was aching inside because of all I was leaving here. But, as I was staring out the window at everything around me, I heard God say, "you have done my work. You may be leaving, but I will remain. My love is with these people and children and I have them in my hand." What comfort! What I have experienced is incredible, but I know that this is not the end. I am always Called to love. Whether that be in Uganda or Memphis or Johnson City, I will share God's love and my heart will be full. The same smiles I love to see here, I will see in America because people crave love. And if I do as God calls me, then my heart will never be emptied. It will only continue to grow. I am excited too see what is next. God keeps surprising me with more plans for me than I ever thought possible. My Papoo always tells me I was created for greatness. That it was destined. What hope!