There is something about hearing a refugee pray which humbles my heart. Their prayers are so genuine, so heartfelt, that sometimes my eyes tear up. I doubt that if I was in their place I could be as grateful as they are. They thank God for their safety, and I wonder if they are safe … Continue reading Humble Prayers
Why Have You Come?
My eyes are wide and deep as pools. When you look at me they are the first thing you see. They have wisdom beyond my years, because I have seen much in my short life. They have seen more than I can understand. War makes no sense to me, only running from war. Now I … Continue reading Why Have You Come?
Blessing for Teachers
The blessing we gave to the teachers at the end of the conference... We bless your mind, and proclaim you have the mind of Christ in all your work.You will think on things above and have positive thoughts which reflect His ways. We bless your vision to see your students in God’s image. You … Continue reading Blessing for Teachers
A Day in the Life
My alarm either startles me awake, or I get up an hour before it goes off. The determining factor of which way I start my day is complex. If the electricity is on the night before so the fan runs, if the noise outside my window ends before 2 in the morning, if the heat … Continue reading A Day in the Life
The Nuts and Bolts
So, how do teacher conferences happen in refugee camps? I’m glad you asked. It is quite a process to be honest. Not just anyone can go into the camps. There must be a sponsoring organization who is registered with the UN. Since my friend Uche partnered with the Church of Uganda to work towards their mutual goals. On … Continue reading The Nuts and Bolts
Life is in the Blood
I just woke up, in my African room, from a dream…one of my former students was in the hospital for some medicine. This particular student had significant trauma in her life while I was her teacher. In the dream, I was the one giving the meds directly into her vein. (I assure you this was … Continue reading Life is in the Blood
Khawaja
I am a middle aged white American woman. Before the term “white privilege” was coined, I lived it. Through no choice of my own, I was born into a family who wanted me. I had a mom and a dad who loved each other and their kids. They clothed me, fed me, and gave me … Continue reading Khawaja
Across Days and Above Time
Allowing 3 hours to get through security during the government shutdown was recommended. Being the rule follower that I am, and being averse to running through airports to catch planes, I arrived 3 ½ hours early to be on the safe side. Ten minutes after arriving I was through all check points and at my … Continue reading Across Days and Above Time
A Tribute to Tenacity
My friend Marcia died this weekend. My heart is broken. The last time I talked to her was in October when I went to the oncologist for my check up and she was in the chemo lab. She was her same spunky self, though a bit weaker than usual. It was most likely going to … Continue reading A Tribute to Tenacity
The Latest
When I went to Uganda last January it was because I was compelled to go. I was working on a document for a school I had never seen, and I knew if I was going to develop and write a plan of some sort, I had to see the school first. I took a step … Continue reading The Latest
Michelle's Mosaic 