tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23489667153030457082024-03-27T22:57:23.991-07:00Jaaja Barb's Home of AngelsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger148125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348966715303045708.post-71171355386179067652024-01-09T10:32:00.000-08:002024-01-09T10:32:54.913-08:00End of Year Celebrations<p>Sixteen years ago, I would have never believed I'd be saying these words. <b>I'm fast approaching a new season, "the winter of old age". </b>We've all worked hard to achieve a dream and even though it's not quite finished, we couldn't have done it without your help. </p><p>No matter what the circumstances were throughout these past years, we've trusted God to give us the wisdom and the skills to raise these children, to provide for the sick, hungry and the elderly. We want you to understand that this is not about only what we've done. It's also about all of you who played a part in helping us to provide for the orphan and the helpless. Whether it was by donation or through one of the many teams who visited HOA, we all did it from our hearts. Friends like Joyce for example, who put Hope and Desire through YWAM and is currently putting them through a catering and hotel management courses. So many wonderful people who cared about the helpless and never gave up helping us to help them on your behalf. Below, you will understand the impact of what's possible in the future and we're convinced that many children from Ptarmigan schools will make a difference in Uganda.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP8y2AU4C8HNtXcfIEVQ92MBHzVur5MFt3Wcfw9rxKK2-w1uUUyKn9mS4m8G6lkUr9tOO2__4sX2BcTZaj2U262JSYu8ZFbxe23xK-HD1YU32sIi82GkxiltlVaF9YitXxtE1KBx72bX7aEtv0qqQgT1vJL3LVtA5yaKxPG19uR5PteDVGCQYBbhmqULGH/s1600/Registration%20Poster.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1600" height="384" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP8y2AU4C8HNtXcfIEVQ92MBHzVur5MFt3Wcfw9rxKK2-w1uUUyKn9mS4m8G6lkUr9tOO2__4sX2BcTZaj2U262JSYu8ZFbxe23xK-HD1YU32sIi82GkxiltlVaF9YitXxtE1KBx72bX7aEtv0qqQgT1vJL3LVtA5yaKxPG19uR5PteDVGCQYBbhmqULGH/w640-h384/Registration%20Poster.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>We live in what I used to call "the bush". Sixteen years ago there were very few mud huts but today a village has been constructed all around us. After we built HOA for the children to live in we decided we needed a school. We already had the two chicken houses with 1000 chickens that died of the Avian flu, so we converted it into a school that we named "Morning Star Nursery School". It filled quickly, so the next decision was to build a larger Nursery school. Thanks to Richard and his family, we were able do this plus build a Primary school. Our dream has always been to be self-sustainable with 500 students and the best qualified staff. The Morning Star school was then converted to a Trade school so children could learn a trade before they phased out at 18-years old. Also, the parents are now requesting their children would love that too but with a fee. That's when the media became involved.</div><div><br /></div><div>I had planned a trip to Uganda recently, but sadly, I had to cancel due to personal reasons. Little did I know that they had prepared this surprise for me when I was there. They still went ahead on a rare day the sun came out. The school compound was set up for 1000 people. Twenty police cars arrived carrying two government officials. The Commissioner of Education and Sports who issues all the permits to schools in Uganda. She was sent to witness what was happening at Ptarmigan schools in a district outside the City of Jinja, later to share it with the Prime Minister of Uganda.</div><div><br /></div><div>In the second car was the Minister to President Museveni. He sent her to witness what everyone was saying about Ptarmigan schools at Home of Angels outside Jinja. She was thrilled and beamed the entire day. She couldn't believe the quality of education and that the youngest child could speak to her in English.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQpQN2ckanbX9Hed5FvSUMwE6bKcrj64kuAiXA_zwQ0fdnKOcKltM-HOWp_fYBGnBaH6QFWecjwDlv3l3ujy60DcHoUgx0WauomtZIC1KR9uLXc0F1EWQVHp3oqAU_3PBD0ucYv-t4GeBOjtP0uevBpQJhLDYK0n3XdnG9royDNsA8bVsRoDk7TM5Fqte8/s1080/Parents%20enrolling.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQpQN2ckanbX9Hed5FvSUMwE6bKcrj64kuAiXA_zwQ0fdnKOcKltM-HOWp_fYBGnBaH6QFWecjwDlv3l3ujy60DcHoUgx0WauomtZIC1KR9uLXc0F1EWQVHp3oqAU_3PBD0ucYv-t4GeBOjtP0uevBpQJhLDYK0n3XdnG9royDNsA8bVsRoDk7TM5Fqte8/w640-h480/Parents%20enrolling.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Because of the radio stations being involved, many parents arrived to find out how to enrol their child.</div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkt-ErCdebxzO7_itxAHbbdVQUbZPCUmNxDjhecb59xAIpfX9H84cM-FeGDOCvfliP0W26dYaNhUaffaDsufhC0m_RLSekkyR0rUpGD2s3hZEnabYyIOy8k8Ywt9anK_9-8digy_eZFmRcGPng-nnWy7iYTEDmGtWzeBGRf7gBS43W7BBT071edpjbfyUf/s1080/End%20of%20Year.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkt-ErCdebxzO7_itxAHbbdVQUbZPCUmNxDjhecb59xAIpfX9H84cM-FeGDOCvfliP0W26dYaNhUaffaDsufhC0m_RLSekkyR0rUpGD2s3hZEnabYyIOy8k8Ywt9anK_9-8digy_eZFmRcGPng-nnWy7iYTEDmGtWzeBGRf7gBS43W7BBT071edpjbfyUf/w640-h480/End%20of%20Year.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>By midday they had reached their maximum of 1,000 people on the property, including the radio stations, news media and parents wanting to enrol their children. The Minister was thrilled to cut the few cakes they had and she seemed to beam with a smile at all times.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgZRBc5p0x1bHONvSlTBAXfe3ucyEC_iKKA9lUg-YycMlm-q_3RQGj-68X1YZT3QMM-_NivpstUh_W-3dPSAi5ERN9R7Ch-LOxscuqXXRs3Np24VxNqP3nPXO5zrFZFaNGUX8xieZnZPWeR_2dLooTaINbfNViCgHycMja1P5_n33cHALiZVo_wX3FhKkd/s6240/%20Baby%20Jesus.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3504" data-original-width="6240" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgZRBc5p0x1bHONvSlTBAXfe3ucyEC_iKKA9lUg-YycMlm-q_3RQGj-68X1YZT3QMM-_NivpstUh_W-3dPSAi5ERN9R7Ch-LOxscuqXXRs3Np24VxNqP3nPXO5zrFZFaNGUX8xieZnZPWeR_2dLooTaINbfNViCgHycMja1P5_n33cHALiZVo_wX3FhKkd/w640-h360/%20Baby%20Jesus.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>These are children performing from Nursery school. They danced and sang in English to Baby Jesus</div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjpHjR4C_BgBW5BkuXtlWg5fjO9R-1iCXATN9kv6YtML8WvvZGo_nhkwt-5lRk24LNZlLsqOBn3nNRNtgyhj-b0naMtsH0Ep1kRA5E_eXqCih_RM4nfJEtP_McuptITVvubwdLwgSgKJHsFtOOKBqXb2U5WAVA2uDEI9evJmYJ1jDphF97bf_jy7YMt2zS/s6240/Our%20Muslim%20kids.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3504" data-original-width="6240" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjpHjR4C_BgBW5BkuXtlWg5fjO9R-1iCXATN9kv6YtML8WvvZGo_nhkwt-5lRk24LNZlLsqOBn3nNRNtgyhj-b0naMtsH0Ep1kRA5E_eXqCih_RM4nfJEtP_McuptITVvubwdLwgSgKJHsFtOOKBqXb2U5WAVA2uDEI9evJmYJ1jDphF97bf_jy7YMt2zS/w640-h360/Our%20Muslim%20kids.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The Muslim children had a beautiful dance also. Where we are, everyone is the same and I love that. When we have a Christmas party for our Home of Angels children, it's the Muslims that bring the meat for them.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisPBvX6mmpgJSulZhT_nqjUmulGY-HVF30KYvqJStM9cEEFvnvqv1ux6auo5ZqB0NLt3RlaivnBMtrcjT9uIOhJ6WmP50vefp5QBOzC4zOvTPYcPAyMJ8WMGrn8jWFgY2u3YyttYNKZiJZpRp1yMjiuJUQVR_AYnTZnxwfOMDPR77FGX79aj32WiTZlIAG/s992/HOA%20Party%20cake.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="744" data-original-width="992" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisPBvX6mmpgJSulZhT_nqjUmulGY-HVF30KYvqJStM9cEEFvnvqv1ux6auo5ZqB0NLt3RlaivnBMtrcjT9uIOhJ6WmP50vefp5QBOzC4zOvTPYcPAyMJ8WMGrn8jWFgY2u3YyttYNKZiJZpRp1yMjiuJUQVR_AYnTZnxwfOMDPR77FGX79aj32WiTZlIAG/w640-h480/HOA%20Party%20cake.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And back on our Home of Angels property, a tent was set up in preparation for our children to have a Christmas party also. Because so many of the children were helping Uncle Edwin and Precious, they all aren't here but I thought you'd be thrilled to see how they've grown. Thank you Laurel for making them so happy.</div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikbWMrgwebLZGFhUcrl1Np64P7f1f6Qzb_Ae6FDVqlc77nsxQwTnH1hYmVmeiDuZLmXbdfvAfRa5YPPlvLx8w6MqDJ4jcJam3JmoiGpmnJ9Mz_WHtLK9b27v15V4Wt4dbttI-DE2HDF8iEHCQmPMLN3tXpmx2XYhh1KLdLQuX_Sk5jFbTxh8qQGALOMreI/s992/HOA%20Party.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="744" data-original-width="992" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikbWMrgwebLZGFhUcrl1Np64P7f1f6Qzb_Ae6FDVqlc77nsxQwTnH1hYmVmeiDuZLmXbdfvAfRa5YPPlvLx8w6MqDJ4jcJam3JmoiGpmnJ9Mz_WHtLK9b27v15V4Wt4dbttI-DE2HDF8iEHCQmPMLN3tXpmx2XYhh1KLdLQuX_Sk5jFbTxh8qQGALOMreI/w640-h480/HOA%20Party.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p>This was an amazing Christmas party. I see meat in the rice, flowers on the table and the sun is shining.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRxoyZrCMqY8WWSng8evwrbVFU35bMiQ_JmlOI9-mRYS_dXWW_HpGqnMK_WAJil68n059V_sXZtgTofHlnJ4mJIi186rYJc74WoQtxxoJpgD_TvYRrmRAppfjfCqyFCu2C6aEg7VhuZQH_KV239YAV4X6zOsprfiQ9aEvJvqBvKXBJcI4v-CuRwzqo8prP/s960/Hostil.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRxoyZrCMqY8WWSng8evwrbVFU35bMiQ_JmlOI9-mRYS_dXWW_HpGqnMK_WAJil68n059V_sXZtgTofHlnJ4mJIi186rYJc74WoQtxxoJpgD_TvYRrmRAppfjfCqyFCu2C6aEg7VhuZQH_KV239YAV4X6zOsprfiQ9aEvJvqBvKXBJcI4v-CuRwzqo8prP/w640-h360/Hostil.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>We are rapidly building the hostel but with the hard rains, it's not been easy. Edwin has had up to 75 workers a day and they won't be giving up. It must be completed by mid-January. All you prayer warriors out there, please pray they can do this before school starts. It looks like we may have a good enrolment.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/zgFtBTiGLjk" width="320" youtube-src-id="zgFtBTiGLjk"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is the first part of a radio series about our Ptarmigan primary school.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwlVuq2fHjuuSaeIePzkB2k58mp3A1vFLO4Bayolv5PX5mVapMKOJUmFI5psLoJecDZscOF91OY8kJ0DWcgUw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This rain is heavy and goes all day like this</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wishing you all a Happy New Year and thanks again for all you've done for us over the years.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348966715303045708.post-62727552188569081922023-11-22T17:00:00.000-08:002023-11-22T17:00:12.643-08:00Our Anchor of Hope<p>Most of the time, life doesn't warn us of the unsettling experiences coming our way, but our loving Father knows and cares about our struggles and He invites us to bring our fears and worries to Him. That's exactly what we've done at Home of Angels. Many places in our world are suffering and we know that we will also go through times of struggling, but we're going to fight with everything we have to make it to the finish line. What finish line you say? To be able to operate on our own and still be able to help the orphan and the poor. To raise more homeless children and for our two schools to equip the 500 students that we have recently enrolled. </p><p>We are currently on our last project and that is our Ptarmigan hostel. For many kids to come from a distance, they need to have a place to lay their heads. We believe we will accomplish this, even in the rains. In the meantime, we've had some sad things happen. Our Pastor Richard was attacked on his motorcycle and hit hard on his head with a sledgehammer, cracking his skull. He's presently being treated by a neurosurgeon that came from a distance and we'll soon know the results. The rains have been unbearable. Currently, the roads are all washed out. For us to bring food in, we now have someone purchase it, drive to a place where Edwin and others can walk, pick it up and carry it back to HOA. It seems that a safe home remains more of a dream than a reality over there now.</p><p>Our contractor and workers are still constructing the hostel but with this hard rain, it hasn't been easy for them. We've relied on them for many years and they have never let us down. </p><p>Edwin managed to get pictures on a clear day and we're happy to be able show you. Thanks to all of you who have stood with us all these years. Please pray for Pastor Richard and for the rains to ease up.</p><p><br /></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL3K4i8xpug8u5SLAD6JUVVZTkmxAGPpUbRIRmsdxKSVpLQX99mr2nQa1IKsj4TqkXQumuwLI_bRCnDMsA1PuWpRYmQeKrfEL-ZEG-21qiRfXTtUaevM4H2OAtPMyXjL6lXCUllQSxYJqZLoBOsr-DtGcQzhizseyfFR-cbzJNi1upkwTEN8nh2_u4uJuT/s960/3%20new%20orphans%20Diana,%20Sheila,%20Zaina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="540" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL3K4i8xpug8u5SLAD6JUVVZTkmxAGPpUbRIRmsdxKSVpLQX99mr2nQa1IKsj4TqkXQumuwLI_bRCnDMsA1PuWpRYmQeKrfEL-ZEG-21qiRfXTtUaevM4H2OAtPMyXjL6lXCUllQSxYJqZLoBOsr-DtGcQzhizseyfFR-cbzJNi1upkwTEN8nh2_u4uJuT/w360-h640/3%20new%20orphans%20Diana,%20Sheila,%20Zaina.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;">We'd like you to meet our newest children that have come to live at Home of Angels. From left to right we have Diana, Sheila and Zaina, all girls from our neighbourhood who have lost their parents.</div></blockquote><p><br /></p><p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWR4k8oLuWLaMuz0HASRshjS0CHe8LHc1XmAZQzlEhPicoSR8rIWBpWvz6m4pFNsDhD2nNFQsRdpSxy5rp-d5gEvjfXqkhWFNsTNQMVelHKQP2r3BJr4tb39jugpy1CseG1kUY0iljRBLheqcr8KUszpG3KK2wUfSpBdTK3OjX3R8QDp8cR17AlZ1JfANE/s1280/Corrie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWR4k8oLuWLaMuz0HASRshjS0CHe8LHc1XmAZQzlEhPicoSR8rIWBpWvz6m4pFNsDhD2nNFQsRdpSxy5rp-d5gEvjfXqkhWFNsTNQMVelHKQP2r3BJr4tb39jugpy1CseG1kUY0iljRBLheqcr8KUszpG3KK2wUfSpBdTK3OjX3R8QDp8cR17AlZ1JfANE/w640-h480/Corrie.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><div><br /></div><div>In our last blog, I shared a picture of Corrie, our wonderful friend who has been collecting cans since 2013. For ten years she never stopped and we wanted to honour her with a surprise present. So we decided, in honour of her, we would name one of our homes after her. Just to give you an idea...in 2013 she donated a cheque for $25.00. Ten years later she has collected ....get ready for this..... <b><span style="font-size: medium;">$34,000.00.</span></b></div><div>Our wonderful friend Corrie will be 90-years old very soon.</div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhATyFXRam6Aji98iMR12QrfZRISmfaAnTD9TvoCCw3_ZmKBxfNXuq2KRPp7BqeiSJikZuRUEZwrm2TbRRzTrKcTYitACADo7UBphm29Xy9wzw7rokHvZ8zSVb9J8a-2vjtVowDIzWXaYdtVKCu52mNpCJmhUOKg4XHBVWis1KBkE4Kl8ab3xkxJ-yaW9bs/s1280/Nursury.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhATyFXRam6Aji98iMR12QrfZRISmfaAnTD9TvoCCw3_ZmKBxfNXuq2KRPp7BqeiSJikZuRUEZwrm2TbRRzTrKcTYitACADo7UBphm29Xy9wzw7rokHvZ8zSVb9J8a-2vjtVowDIzWXaYdtVKCu52mNpCJmhUOKg4XHBVWis1KBkE4Kl8ab3xkxJ-yaW9bs/w640-h480/Nursury.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">These two girls are in our Nursery school learning to read and write English.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRDTHNLWGsRzIVkkY6_y3cCvWk8l4qHP6C-pNkROMKC5RqQarNQW2ZuPP5T3T8tPezeZChWlOBkc28bk7gO2zBf63ScIs9xzxIqZLrlKiuwSlT0MQWiMm5HX4lIw1Oxizdxe88DUuDIy3ReUBHEGBBTmG_3enHpiwUbtjfsLskO7n2jhrhAyas68C6dsOz/s1080/Little%20People%20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRDTHNLWGsRzIVkkY6_y3cCvWk8l4qHP6C-pNkROMKC5RqQarNQW2ZuPP5T3T8tPezeZChWlOBkc28bk7gO2zBf63ScIs9xzxIqZLrlKiuwSlT0MQWiMm5HX4lIw1Oxizdxe88DUuDIy3ReUBHEGBBTmG_3enHpiwUbtjfsLskO7n2jhrhAyas68C6dsOz/w640-h480/Little%20People%20.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I couldn't resist this picture......</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqseJXk1eBEXxIiq8alrUQ6IykzMRoCzLRVYAc3Dw2HXOT0P_1jD3OsjSMxaIEZZrObjokwwlj3zn22LiLHiuYDnnb4eZWpXeYz2oESX4oDs7CFOToulWnCkzP4RaunTTAIrZeiIr1MWYoRwk5xMyKJT3QJXhUyHnLtfeZofq7c2TaO-eaawqGrxGVxeEV/s900/Praying%20for%20exams%20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="900" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqseJXk1eBEXxIiq8alrUQ6IykzMRoCzLRVYAc3Dw2HXOT0P_1jD3OsjSMxaIEZZrObjokwwlj3zn22LiLHiuYDnnb4eZWpXeYz2oESX4oDs7CFOToulWnCkzP4RaunTTAIrZeiIr1MWYoRwk5xMyKJT3QJXhUyHnLtfeZofq7c2TaO-eaawqGrxGVxeEV/w640-h426/Praying%20for%20exams%20.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">These are our Primary 7 students getting ready to write their exams in the morning. Pastor Richard is praying over the students and their parents. </div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRY84sU2tgv8Eu-ZocKKJwk2CQJ1M44NYXwuI9N0BAEZsSHH4DQzdPbNEPK3keautWZshKiBaN5l7udqM9z8ciYCjB1qVp0P2jpSkQCatC52ckrcIu9WJ43ibau3MYM0Y0yz4ISMAJVEhPC5XhSQuu5fVIywiHcQ8e615zdIIo2rcd_gvzi3_DHIzuDGbG/s900/Primary%207%20students%20National%20exams.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="900" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRY84sU2tgv8Eu-ZocKKJwk2CQJ1M44NYXwuI9N0BAEZsSHH4DQzdPbNEPK3keautWZshKiBaN5l7udqM9z8ciYCjB1qVp0P2jpSkQCatC52ckrcIu9WJ43ibau3MYM0Y0yz4ISMAJVEhPC5XhSQuu5fVIywiHcQ8e615zdIIo2rcd_gvzi3_DHIzuDGbG/w640-h426/Primary%207%20students%20National%20exams.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And of course they must be a fancy cake to celebrate. I wonder if they made this in the Trade Center?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNGU5gf8HGbd47GWtLhMMe6aauqPIKrPtWUrcf4qmwU11erN8bn8hMB1aMIm0Xv88iqhScRCWJ0tqrFKnzZmRkLnQI2XnXdvfgmOahF6FWOtDPETnGb93u3RlzJ7tnu0R1DRcebJlzZf2fVogUPs82WP-HGETTxQ07_h8XkiyTFNGloC8gYm1zIjhk9MFk/s1040/Roads%20today.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1040" data-original-width="780" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNGU5gf8HGbd47GWtLhMMe6aauqPIKrPtWUrcf4qmwU11erN8bn8hMB1aMIm0Xv88iqhScRCWJ0tqrFKnzZmRkLnQI2XnXdvfgmOahF6FWOtDPETnGb93u3RlzJ7tnu0R1DRcebJlzZf2fVogUPs82WP-HGETTxQ07_h8XkiyTFNGloC8gYm1zIjhk9MFk/w480-h640/Roads%20today.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is our road. We're up the road by that telephone pole. When it rains, it gets narrower and narrower.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ZQJHMFYpLVGKIs-wYDkrk6WPdWo0g0Tt8uRFfRPDZ4cHKkib7hkCXzudCgfPKNBo0x4cFN2bbF-KF15_JFh_s2h6uflEpEVTk15CX1xbKbM4E4WiOLVu89hyphenhyphen7fG8hs6YnYckAB9BwMeKyJI6EwqKn5hfnRrTpuXYOo9FfSztmPmQ_GzuEnc8qcHBAJKo/s1040/Floods%20again.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1040" data-original-width="780" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ZQJHMFYpLVGKIs-wYDkrk6WPdWo0g0Tt8uRFfRPDZ4cHKkib7hkCXzudCgfPKNBo0x4cFN2bbF-KF15_JFh_s2h6uflEpEVTk15CX1xbKbM4E4WiOLVu89hyphenhyphen7fG8hs6YnYckAB9BwMeKyJI6EwqKn5hfnRrTpuXYOo9FfSztmPmQ_GzuEnc8qcHBAJKo/w480-h640/Floods%20again.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is one of the homes under water on our road. You can just see the desperation. The crops are all looking the same. Literally no food once again.</div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOB5pSlh6z8VMVJmUToRCy7Vf4EGDTUbpduppJhIeOQ_smQ8TpkAwfolk_wN8k3DqFRB_nncJ7uuHV6epuX2cgHpT6ijSyzKcjgk2-MZ_55UtGyfPYzYB0BehpHL0IAeZ4Y6KdWCYFQaS7GmXunWMaiXqwQ_6QPGGPFNfZTH6GL8dj3iqF1MnUMnrxR8cb/s1280/School%20Hostel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOB5pSlh6z8VMVJmUToRCy7Vf4EGDTUbpduppJhIeOQ_smQ8TpkAwfolk_wN8k3DqFRB_nncJ7uuHV6epuX2cgHpT6ijSyzKcjgk2-MZ_55UtGyfPYzYB0BehpHL0IAeZ4Y6KdWCYFQaS7GmXunWMaiXqwQ_6QPGGPFNfZTH6GL8dj3iqF1MnUMnrxR8cb/w640-h480/School%20Hostel.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;">Look at that "Blue Sky" 😊</p><p style="text-align: center;">The hostel is coming along and only because the boys will not give up.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyihTo89IPl49jUO-2c9H9gvSzVz376lN7EtsEDS51WDteBdkMZMPUtdesF6l3DZ4N_jEHNotb3sknootZypg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p>Just to let you all know, I'm planning to travel back there early January for a month. I can hardly wait to see everyone, especially all these little people who I don't recognize anymore. I'm blaming that on being so old. I think I'm going to need prayer too so I won't end up in the Congo by accident. 😉</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348966715303045708.post-14373806796118009462023-10-10T13:51:00.000-07:002023-10-10T13:51:11.523-07:00The Power of Kindness<p>When the troubles of this world weigh heavy on our hearts, we can find comfort in the knowledge that He protects and fights for us. God seems to choose the unlikeliest people to do His work. It doesn't matter how old you are or where you're from, what matters is that you trust Him and respond to others with love.</p><p>For 15 years I've travelled back and forth to Uganda and still find it difficult to grasp the reality of the poverty and the sickness. We've all been a team of servants witnessing how our Great God used ordinary people to accomplish extraordinary things for His Glory. To take the most vulnerable, provide them with Agape love and for all of us to have been able to witness the amazing results. If it wasn't for many of you helping us to make this possible, I can't imagine how some of these beautiful people would still be alive today. We have climate changes just like other parts of the world and uprisings in Sudan north of us with thousands coming south into Uganda. We have more than 28 refugee camps with the largest not far from us with 270,000 people. </p><p>Thanks to our wonderful sponsors, we will soon be starting to build a hostel for 200 children to attend our schools. The construction plans are completed and if we can build the first floor within 3 months, we will have accomplished it. We've always dreamed that one day we'll be self-sustainable and it looks like our dream will be coming true. In the meantime, we'd like to share some of our latest news with you.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjTUDVgGB7oXDOwq5-5S61i5zm5ivWkLgC4v1I4DLBa17xZaGtV2vHhxuCJIEX2aXAll5qNFpyuGE6p1xotEtDe4JmcbEq1aaI8c49BXSJZ7NbLsqz7n5S1EaGaqqbPJso08HBKmjt2rK2v03NzNTCb3buwrU1fc9GeZFX5gvhUF0H283z6yKmqR6p-SYf/s640/Corrie%20collecting%20cans.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjTUDVgGB7oXDOwq5-5S61i5zm5ivWkLgC4v1I4DLBa17xZaGtV2vHhxuCJIEX2aXAll5qNFpyuGE6p1xotEtDe4JmcbEq1aaI8c49BXSJZ7NbLsqz7n5S1EaGaqqbPJso08HBKmjt2rK2v03NzNTCb3buwrU1fc9GeZFX5gvhUF0H283z6yKmqR6p-SYf/w480-h640/Corrie%20collecting%20cans.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You've met Corrie before! An amazing woman who has been collecting cans for Home of Angels since 2013. Hold on to your hats because you're not going to believe this. Corrie will be 90 years in 2024 and she has donated $32,899.00 over these past 11 years. She takes them to the bottle depot, monitors the cash register and quite often has to correct them because they missed a bottle. What a blessing you are Corrie for never giving up. All of us are very grateful for your huge heart.</div></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9oBmZG3Egyd-s-qhqDyFvIb6uyjLWI00mldcjkz4HkR3OWq6SAknkfMEdLhQwmvnZzRd8SFeFl9bywqlPm_AB8aJ7jZudsGf_grRVKcGQiayTzr4yXJE3GXV0rnB_Jp0EFsrPyQBtXPMX734IZIrd_c2nZ-YIdaglWHpGgdGD6NY7pDJCdhBzvCsZSDkr/s1280/Corrie%20Picture.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9oBmZG3Egyd-s-qhqDyFvIb6uyjLWI00mldcjkz4HkR3OWq6SAknkfMEdLhQwmvnZzRd8SFeFl9bywqlPm_AB8aJ7jZudsGf_grRVKcGQiayTzr4yXJE3GXV0rnB_Jp0EFsrPyQBtXPMX734IZIrd_c2nZ-YIdaglWHpGgdGD6NY7pDJCdhBzvCsZSDkr/w640-h480/Corrie%20Picture.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The children wanted to thank you also but since they're all currently speaking English, they argued over who would write the message. Great way to practice.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTyh2zvNcFRK-36raQjCE9ZGQakxrdiGhS3J9JJc5hABgXKR57nMAipzHvMePkdVm5wpDRqZweAlCsS09RMRNmPK9eCScK4c89fZtgUK5sfGqLmxq-1jkd13zQZO4wEAxlFQ5MPHuSNeJVfsTdGLmFW1qOtmKMn2aivhPsAt4xcJwFYpCrTodN2Zw-UatP/s1040/Another%20boy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1040" data-original-width="780" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTyh2zvNcFRK-36raQjCE9ZGQakxrdiGhS3J9JJc5hABgXKR57nMAipzHvMePkdVm5wpDRqZweAlCsS09RMRNmPK9eCScK4c89fZtgUK5sfGqLmxq-1jkd13zQZO4wEAxlFQ5MPHuSNeJVfsTdGLmFW1qOtmKMn2aivhPsAt4xcJwFYpCrTodN2Zw-UatP/w480-h640/Another%20boy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Edwin's wife Precious monitors the Love project. A project that started with 32 families in our grass hut nine years ago. All the children are physically and mentally challenged and they've struggled to survive. The word spread and today we have approximately 170 families from across Uganda. Precious has taught them to make soap, chalk for school boards, bricks, and mats. We supplied them with a small piece of land to grow food and today, they are surviving much better. Yes, it's difficult to purchase things like clothes and shoes but for them it doesn't matter. Each family sells their own product and at the end of the month gives $30.00 too Precious to bank into their LOVE project account. If a family finds themselves short, they can borrow $30.00 with permission. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCbZ8mNwGJoCoG9uvUzIL-7BkNB5jphYledHbbumTuDhpTkwXmAQYiFz9FtCclbJmYfM-rbuAgnZSi1MfLG3eQ1TV66HRes6wGgwkMth-dH6Ec5qHJFCr2yBtnlTa4k7-9Mh-TDh4dssoeIFiFlTdbMsMXSmW3qe6JGMlRhf1Qk_M9Z2y2i6A4IY_p8xZ4/s1040/Stage%203.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1040" data-original-width="780" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCbZ8mNwGJoCoG9uvUzIL-7BkNB5jphYledHbbumTuDhpTkwXmAQYiFz9FtCclbJmYfM-rbuAgnZSi1MfLG3eQ1TV66HRes6wGgwkMth-dH6Ec5qHJFCr2yBtnlTa4k7-9Mh-TDh4dssoeIFiFlTdbMsMXSmW3qe6JGMlRhf1Qk_M9Z2y2i6A4IY_p8xZ4/w480-h640/Stage%203.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Out of these many families, there is only one father whose wife left him with three challenged children.</div><div>Food is very scarce here but we try and help them with the small profits we presently make. </div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYkUlhZMb0C4SBU4Iq9HTEgIz8QlBFi7B5EuXlXZW28lFRwzlp6bpol4wVq_t_qhk7cvM6vGu0DEgMJhXHfXoBolvf51ISe4W55k_chJfgodqIPrFkc7lAS0nsVdXYPFeVWoO2-mY2iSNojNMeUtY1Zfw087GkFfRgqd8WMz3mx-vVKT6fRw0GG-K6Q5RB/s1040/God's%20Little%20Angels%20Ministry.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="1040" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYkUlhZMb0C4SBU4Iq9HTEgIz8QlBFi7B5EuXlXZW28lFRwzlp6bpol4wVq_t_qhk7cvM6vGu0DEgMJhXHfXoBolvf51ISe4W55k_chJfgodqIPrFkc7lAS0nsVdXYPFeVWoO2-mY2iSNojNMeUtY1Zfw087GkFfRgqd8WMz3mx-vVKT6fRw0GG-K6Q5RB/w640-h480/God's%20Little%20Angels%20Ministry.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Do you remember our "God's Little Angels Ministry" where our kids would help the elderly every week after Sunday school? These particular items were purchased by friends of Precious and will be delivered to the father and the three children at the Love Project. </div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdTFBR2ip6f1R-aZzYvCuopNCa6gPJw6NIE78dLxo54IMKrxDiHm7lDpZ0TySqUV5oLjO3vohvyOWnTtPyy2xFt1rif6ohIMrpG4YCBdlVMdL5Mnh6FE-nqdHddImsfLXWFeypuUmQ9w2KHBUXGYBleqZ9uOSQgkZd3kLNDYn8EdQpL12UFd5fBTpiDHvt/s1008/Sunday%20School%20kids.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="756" data-original-width="1008" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdTFBR2ip6f1R-aZzYvCuopNCa6gPJw6NIE78dLxo54IMKrxDiHm7lDpZ0TySqUV5oLjO3vohvyOWnTtPyy2xFt1rif6ohIMrpG4YCBdlVMdL5Mnh6FE-nqdHddImsfLXWFeypuUmQ9w2KHBUXGYBleqZ9uOSQgkZd3kLNDYn8EdQpL12UFd5fBTpiDHvt/w640-h480/Sunday%20School%20kids.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Because of the rains again, Edwin found it difficult for pictures of the church service but this Sunday, he managed to get a picture of the Sunday school children leaving the church. </div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXP9j8FXHpnIE2776Rd6sj_gtv7tDV6Fp-PG27hSpeKCPbidqNifHfM-R0_srJe5_sM__Z97kx5whQdMDVM7fkGOZd5YPsLzygskjodu7vuneA_3ebIRSfw5oNL19ykrUj_voeNUmSFT1WAcn95MIemdVVRMhBx7EdSOUlsPIGlcFTSs-DFipOBOfuv4O4/s640/Neighbor%20boy.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXP9j8FXHpnIE2776Rd6sj_gtv7tDV6Fp-PG27hSpeKCPbidqNifHfM-R0_srJe5_sM__Z97kx5whQdMDVM7fkGOZd5YPsLzygskjodu7vuneA_3ebIRSfw5oNL19ykrUj_voeNUmSFT1WAcn95MIemdVVRMhBx7EdSOUlsPIGlcFTSs-DFipOBOfuv4O4/w640-h480/Neighbor%20boy.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Sometimes there's a birthday party where some neighbour children are invited for a soda and rice and beans. I can't tell if this little one is looking down at the food or praying, but the picture is priceless.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGaAw9adNBKRNY5YKPL825Q41fe8qz3b8umVu4-O5MadZm97yDV1NDtOj9NdKfjJncAWx0XJ8iGXC_pxfhAaNy7N6NSINvrc0_xbhFYUNVl8RDksecc0RaczhlBOfCzUghzVWnBb-14AiC0PnaMsRvZSSZ4epwyeHzDQaJysoDwvy2h4Fe_rEnIGnV_2Tu/s1280/Addiction.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGaAw9adNBKRNY5YKPL825Q41fe8qz3b8umVu4-O5MadZm97yDV1NDtOj9NdKfjJncAWx0XJ8iGXC_pxfhAaNy7N6NSINvrc0_xbhFYUNVl8RDksecc0RaczhlBOfCzUghzVWnBb-14AiC0PnaMsRvZSSZ4epwyeHzDQaJysoDwvy2h4Fe_rEnIGnV_2Tu/w640-h480/Addiction.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We have 4 housing units in our area consisting of 400+ men and women in addiction. Edwin organized and brought together the police, community leaders and 4 camp leaders. He found a local school ground with tents, chairs and the water was provided. They were nervous to come because of the police but as Edwin lead the meeting, he explained it was all good. They knew and trusted Edwin, so they listened. The city officials and the police explained to them that they were only there to let them know if they needed help, not to be afraid to ask. </div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDyRf8ZrMKqXOokpSnmgGsUMaguyTHSyH3TFd2brXSCw8ZSjFkmb7C6dbMKvN2ZZeF2UxEdrqKuQ7wqoWMUW1v1Ag4Sk8VC4skOnwMPG3YKbCvGaqZHw98msKbXurB-3kwTHj0yBqJv2jjREgcqQ2UIGRmMvnbdksMLPl38fVWXar3NHtuBqZ3XeFeuToB/s1040/Elephantitis.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1040" data-original-width="780" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDyRf8ZrMKqXOokpSnmgGsUMaguyTHSyH3TFd2brXSCw8ZSjFkmb7C6dbMKvN2ZZeF2UxEdrqKuQ7wqoWMUW1v1Ag4Sk8VC4skOnwMPG3YKbCvGaqZHw98msKbXurB-3kwTHj0yBqJv2jjREgcqQ2UIGRmMvnbdksMLPl38fVWXar3NHtuBqZ3XeFeuToB/w480-h640/Elephantitis.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is Johnny and his grandmother. Johnny has Elephantiasis which is an infection transmitted through the bites of infected mosquitos. One of our donors is taking care that he gets to a good hospital with doctors who specialize in treating this. Once treated he will be able to get out and play with his friends.</div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you to everyone for partnering with us to help these kids, "celebrate living". </div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348966715303045708.post-78897906148263861392023-09-07T18:42:00.000-07:002023-09-07T18:42:07.202-07:00Helping Others Through Darkness<p> The greatest disease and the greatest suffering is to be unwanted. Without a doubt, we are currently living in a community of poverty and brokenness. It's been a difficult year for everyone through many days of rain, homes washed away, few crops planted and now the people feeling as though they're travelling through uncharted territory. There is no more wood or charcoal for cooking, food and fuel is terribly expensive and there's very little work. Officials are also receiving intelligence that terrorists are interested in planting bombs in churches.</p><p>With all that's changing in Uganda, we still continue to have some really good stories. Two of our girls passed YWAM. Hope excelled in her grades and will be coming to Canada with her team soon. We have three more girls phasing out of HOA at the end of 2023 that will also attend YWAM and hopefully in 2024, two more girls will have the same chance. We have three more new orphans coming in as soon as they pass their medical and have their jiggers removed from their feet. Each blood-sucking parasite I've been told carries 1000's more if not removed and burned. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlNXcEGiFdYFAn0bb9atnFHvdcSD9MzQhjHZoRj9gJXJ5VHJK15Hyp3CHITyrs4nWeDrARsX45I34lt1xwcHaCUbdoQogqR-QfNfh5hb6g5gRnGL4KN_q8M71Ncrhcf_s69KE9tzAie4UfrlZBqVj6eFGgW4mZqW4R5n0VrQ9wbtW-eCZkx8omgq_auhV8/s1280/Church%20after.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlNXcEGiFdYFAn0bb9atnFHvdcSD9MzQhjHZoRj9gJXJ5VHJK15Hyp3CHITyrs4nWeDrARsX45I34lt1xwcHaCUbdoQogqR-QfNfh5hb6g5gRnGL4KN_q8M71Ncrhcf_s69KE9tzAie4UfrlZBqVj6eFGgW4mZqW4R5n0VrQ9wbtW-eCZkx8omgq_auhV8/w640-h480/Church%20after.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Because it rained for many months, the septic tank for the church collapsed underground. The smell was so intense that church services had to be held in the Bible school. The new tank has been rebuilt underground so services will continue very soon. This room will hold 500 people.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKSHG0GQxRaAqrkiHYf6nGXuV402gU3Ykw6d9lis8cSkCx44GoWfYqaTRBF8XxZGW0orlGjwIIoNAaLpn9-_3HU2CRuQEShx7pnnjpIauRQrP_o8P1f8Zzp_TKOMsZqrEdGztaYvD_B8tipCo5Dz9e-t-voIfpjXJPcX7pCi6xY8lQSDyCvu3nl4FtvB5W/s1008/Alex.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="756" data-original-width="1008" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKSHG0GQxRaAqrkiHYf6nGXuV402gU3Ykw6d9lis8cSkCx44GoWfYqaTRBF8XxZGW0orlGjwIIoNAaLpn9-_3HU2CRuQEShx7pnnjpIauRQrP_o8P1f8Zzp_TKOMsZqrEdGztaYvD_B8tipCo5Dz9e-t-voIfpjXJPcX7pCi6xY8lQSDyCvu3nl4FtvB5W/w640-h480/Alex.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is Alex and he's in the last stages of AIDS. His mother, Mutesi recently passed away and his little brother died in 2013 of the same. We were very close to this family and Edwin checks on him regularly. Alex knows it's a matter of time now but he wanted to say goodbye to Jaaja Barb. Broke my heart but I know I'll see him again.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDW8T5dCdIxCls_ftgdygRw9R8q69ZSoCAI9W7x1vQ5mLzaEf45oT1UY5epLEZxAQVGDtRaFptN1gENvllYQj6ECOBQABZ08nY4PgfwTnuQyS_1nINLEnZMrd9CI0n29GRScCKq6wLRLm3orn40CWOQ9PxpXTuhkMq1IlIJgKroAlzwSpJtebp_ZqgRYSu/s1280/Feeding%20elderly.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDW8T5dCdIxCls_ftgdygRw9R8q69ZSoCAI9W7x1vQ5mLzaEf45oT1UY5epLEZxAQVGDtRaFptN1gENvllYQj6ECOBQABZ08nY4PgfwTnuQyS_1nINLEnZMrd9CI0n29GRScCKq6wLRLm3orn40CWOQ9PxpXTuhkMq1IlIJgKroAlzwSpJtebp_ZqgRYSu/w480-h640/Feeding%20elderly.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yasin is delivering food to a neighbour that hadn't had food for some time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicy6N3_1evM97jbaM6x8a5SBCJl3j-BEOtZKOnP8ZlOb0nYQlkgRjjMYerKuwdvOnzWQuy_IAtKSKWMdS7tmwBwVA7YJakKe5AaXfELgBPmHsNYWWvew-FoSHn6NX0FKar622H--EXXkhXFMSfEBFJx8RpD928XHBQzkmu4cQqxvRgBRdpFs6L3oEHcy9D/s1280/New%20girl.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicy6N3_1evM97jbaM6x8a5SBCJl3j-BEOtZKOnP8ZlOb0nYQlkgRjjMYerKuwdvOnzWQuy_IAtKSKWMdS7tmwBwVA7YJakKe5AaXfELgBPmHsNYWWvew-FoSHn6NX0FKar622H--EXXkhXFMSfEBFJx8RpD928XHBQzkmu4cQqxvRgBRdpFs6L3oEHcy9D/w480-h640/New%20girl.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is the first new child we will currantly be taking into HOA. She has had the jiggers taken out of her feet. She lived with her Grandma until she recently passed and then off to the streets looking for food. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSoSZ_WARn92cU9l4cOowS7VUI840vHIGA98Dd06veBJ_ubHAYlMiIl6L93GJMAw1qSB3KrL4bxF6RycusuCHKM4bpgsv3PE2DoHro-s_L2cvA3u3M8Z6fXlVSueP9kub0nB6xZQ5vQvCV-aqnD6AMkSDcFxJziyXjirutQXIEzSaLait8flcrg5xXowCC/s1280/Green.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSoSZ_WARn92cU9l4cOowS7VUI840vHIGA98Dd06veBJ_ubHAYlMiIl6L93GJMAw1qSB3KrL4bxF6RycusuCHKM4bpgsv3PE2DoHro-s_L2cvA3u3M8Z6fXlVSueP9kub0nB6xZQ5vQvCV-aqnD6AMkSDcFxJziyXjirutQXIEzSaLait8flcrg5xXowCC/w640-h480/Green.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This picture makes me so homesick. Look at these "not so little ones" anymore. It's been almost five years since I've been to Uganda and honestly, I struggle to know who some of them are. I'm very excited to be going back for another Christmas with the kids and our neighbours.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjCq1lCvqfOcUg8byZD7Htok4ecNq5X_-86EWBy3MoUoh_TZCIgHbPkGtpWDiElFn4UWRGhomSUunBa3KjejxKMHqUYYW3DxTJdupXVEvGR7BbMyxF6R3jAQ0U7kwotZrSdmNlk9CTNZ4bxJ6isnW8AOrT7unJsBrc4pW6pg0pAiuIOgyvcipn_wIQXKIl/s1280/Addiction%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjCq1lCvqfOcUg8byZD7Htok4ecNq5X_-86EWBy3MoUoh_TZCIgHbPkGtpWDiElFn4UWRGhomSUunBa3KjejxKMHqUYYW3DxTJdupXVEvGR7BbMyxF6R3jAQ0U7kwotZrSdmNlk9CTNZ4bxJ6isnW8AOrT7unJsBrc4pW6pg0pAiuIOgyvcipn_wIQXKIl/w640-h480/Addiction%202.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Edwin and the police wanted to help the men in addiction in our area, so Edwin organized and brought together the police, community leaders and camp leaders. There are 4 camps, each with a very organized leader. The men and women were nervous to come when they saw the police thinking they were going to be arrested but Edwin explained to them that wasn't the case. It was a good meeting. The police spoke kindly to them, explaining if they wanted help, they had professionals ready if needed and not to fear them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz4xzaFOlbA1MZAsb5MxW3sZGS--b38tgU58_au37x4eDH0mXqqhGAZMNbQlRCb7w8uwMigL6GnshLZaM9aW2HrPYazNnCBcilAHXzyB9W4LgTOeDPY18XVzZEMkHB92y4TAZdtug9Oer8oVBf1_Uf8GH1HmeHo8tnEG6YfZXGHKOpZKcZcGtuPNelvCOR/s1040/%232.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvlrjENNJcC_5oUx2EoAZ1UGEXiPtMbXubB4MZm9uZhrFBtHxHHThHZPYSU8GD3iT6C5smkTmSA92tVB2Upjfn6FC2mgCqgh6OGqDrby0TUEZ_fhy_Bz6J-1Nlb8SD9onTcwP6X0wEJ_Npov-IXAPGtmY0yRLvItAN6iGlCFe5rS98aqRxfnrgsHxMSlhr/s1040/%233.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1040" data-original-width="780" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvlrjENNJcC_5oUx2EoAZ1UGEXiPtMbXubB4MZm9uZhrFBtHxHHThHZPYSU8GD3iT6C5smkTmSA92tVB2Upjfn6FC2mgCqgh6OGqDrby0TUEZ_fhy_Bz6J-1Nlb8SD9onTcwP6X0wEJ_Npov-IXAPGtmY0yRLvItAN6iGlCFe5rS98aqRxfnrgsHxMSlhr/w480-h640/%233.jpg" width="480" /></a></div></div><br /><p>Our LOVE project is amazing. These children are physically and mentally handicapped. Precious and Edwin went for a visit taking clothes for the children. This little one and many others there can only crawl on the ground. Their Mamas are providing everything they need by working hard to make soap, bricks, chalk for schools and anything new they can learn. They have a community bank account and each family is putting in money monthly. Precious is the Treasurer. </p><p><br /></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strike></strike></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strike style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8pjNS-XiuR_B8Mjp6FpeQ9pSHl-zUnZk16hwCSwRQweWePcUvDYF7yfLcR5lBS_jKzgw3-BHNHgk93qhACc0mbeelLWDONgJ_6nEHR8cnlZZJHxplEvPtRkfWg4EDbQqOG5oGxz4lJ3DIpuVRpukO_ydZ961ay3Vn9ujwR54qZgdwgR5UzY-jAfpKNRxW/s1040/%232.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1040" data-original-width="780" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8pjNS-XiuR_B8Mjp6FpeQ9pSHl-zUnZk16hwCSwRQweWePcUvDYF7yfLcR5lBS_jKzgw3-BHNHgk93qhACc0mbeelLWDONgJ_6nEHR8cnlZZJHxplEvPtRkfWg4EDbQqOG5oGxz4lJ3DIpuVRpukO_ydZ961ay3Vn9ujwR54qZgdwgR5UzY-jAfpKNRxW/w480-h640/%232.jpg" width="480" /></a></strike><span style="text-align: left;"> </span></div></div></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strike style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8pjNS-XiuR_B8Mjp6FpeQ9pSHl-zUnZk16hwCSwRQweWePcUvDYF7yfLcR5lBS_jKzgw3-BHNHgk93qhACc0mbeelLWDONgJ_6nEHR8cnlZZJHxplEvPtRkfWg4EDbQqOG5oGxz4lJ3DIpuVRpukO_ydZ961ay3Vn9ujwR54qZgdwgR5UzY-jAfpKNRxW/s1040/%232.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></strike><span style="text-align: left;"> </span></div></div></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Precious took him over to try some clothes on him and he was so happy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCivo2lBvoxdRPXGWwjdkl9Oe3MsOmFoCGhuy-_TCKQHTJWK1ICXoTfNQ6UjB5OTmQto5VTli-KjsYW4vQoJPwiBChZflHscQDcTyXzb-MfFRPrK0ZUXETygznwjtXUnk0E8DvTshT6yC_RW8q0MUHNSCTVdrupprgbN7P8qTf1mpOU_V2-cKC18DKah9f/s1040/%234.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1040" data-original-width="780" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCivo2lBvoxdRPXGWwjdkl9Oe3MsOmFoCGhuy-_TCKQHTJWK1ICXoTfNQ6UjB5OTmQto5VTli-KjsYW4vQoJPwiBChZflHscQDcTyXzb-MfFRPrK0ZUXETygznwjtXUnk0E8DvTshT6yC_RW8q0MUHNSCTVdrupprgbN7P8qTf1mpOU_V2-cKC18DKah9f/w480-h640/%234.jpg" width="480" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Look at this smile!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This father has four handicapped children. His wife left him for another man but he never abandoned them. He of course struggled for food so we helped him out with porcho and soap.. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl190MmHtTQhfEUPBtevstIOnCXUEuZd5Ea3BDL2rnNqPLXjbb7Bt2Hu1qfFXlEz4sPBg1n6NKzBsEF_-Jjt1vh0vU0UpE7vrpFQEVpHmpQmE105y8Kh7frMpouUzDenSAtFo0GE3KvdvAshb7JNjltv3E_Z3ijDsPZqsR3zOxdmrOhHA7f3B3WgBKL4b5/s1040/Another%20boy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1040" data-original-width="780" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl190MmHtTQhfEUPBtevstIOnCXUEuZd5Ea3BDL2rnNqPLXjbb7Bt2Hu1qfFXlEz4sPBg1n6NKzBsEF_-Jjt1vh0vU0UpE7vrpFQEVpHmpQmE105y8Kh7frMpouUzDenSAtFo0GE3KvdvAshb7JNjltv3E_Z3ijDsPZqsR3zOxdmrOhHA7f3B3WgBKL4b5/w480-h640/Another%20boy.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Everyone received a new shirt.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love this expression!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvJqOhf4O8Kys2oPaEV5qAnId1v_JensjvQocU8TEl6p-Eld7LO43xx1h8I7WyPnihOFj850FI164ZXN3I1ooMcKO-NU71_wY6GGJzx0rduuP_r7KepeP14JCoMnf6z-MtPo2RxsVKsghEcGSZ2S7830LBtXTu6pKUNS76GGsS8_IvnfZak5Bxkp1xT_XE/s1016/older%20kids.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="762" data-original-width="1016" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvJqOhf4O8Kys2oPaEV5qAnId1v_JensjvQocU8TEl6p-Eld7LO43xx1h8I7WyPnihOFj850FI164ZXN3I1ooMcKO-NU71_wY6GGJzx0rduuP_r7KepeP14JCoMnf6z-MtPo2RxsVKsghEcGSZ2S7830LBtXTu6pKUNS76GGsS8_IvnfZak5Bxkp1xT_XE/w640-h480/older%20kids.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The older girls are in another school off-site but when I go at Christmas, I'll be sure to update you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thanks again to all of you who've been a part of this wonderful story. The sponsors, the donors and you prayer warriors who never stop praying for health and safety. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><br /><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span face=""comic sans ms", sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span face=""comic sans ms", sans-serif" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348966715303045708.post-19077664640809745522023-07-07T14:22:00.000-07:002023-07-07T14:22:16.393-07:00Global Warming in Jinja, Uganda<p> There is no doubt that global warming has swept hard across the entire world increasing its devastation as each year passes. Unfortunately, heart-breaking events continue to happen again and again and we ask the same question: <i>Why do bad things happen to good people? </i>God's plan may not always be apparent to us, but He's promised to never leave us, and give us strength to get through our struggles. </p><p>There was so much water causing most of our neighbours to have to watch their mud huts float away and having no where to go for shelter; our schools and homes had no electricity and the church couldn't be opened. Then there was our borehole. We had no water. Instead of driving to get water, the mud was so deep on our road that our car couldn't get out, so thanks to a friend of Edwins, who came daily on his boda (motorcycle), made it through 100 times per/day carrying a full 20 litre jerry can each time. And for Edwin to communicate with me, he had to walk to the nearest gas station to charge his phone. He never missed a day!</p><p>When we worry over these challenges facing those we love and fear the situation won't change, we should never underestimate the power of prayer, for our loving God hears our pleas. We thank the Ames Family Foundation for a donation to purchase a 900kg (almost one ton) generator for us to return to normal and be able to start operating again.</p><p>Ptarmigan schools were also effected with no electricity and the fact the teachers and students couldn't reach us with the roads destroyed. We want to also thank the Ptarmigan Family for helping us get back on track again. With the weather improving, the principal is continuing to interview for applicants to attend. Precious and Pastor Richard are interviewing pastors as religious education is mandatory in Uganda.</p><p>The rains may continue but with the generator we can proceed with our dream of raising orphans, and teaching the community who God is. We now have the land to build hostels for students coming from a distance and a trade-school to teach trades for when they complete their education at HOA.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirDOskLzxPra-47RHEEpBOEhBCblwdvy63-wgya5GlDrsbQ1UZLwaZZTCIs5PT5FDKG_TjUANmHDnhnvV507K0FxrsVl7j7mzODoE9M8mG5XilxhlUAyHeRfy0GALP8BaYVqq31h3HkZNkJa8QBZNGtog5-HWz5IEmL3v7robOaWdJTzKuySZf0kX1SHfo/s876/Neighbors%20Church.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="876" height="394" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirDOskLzxPra-47RHEEpBOEhBCblwdvy63-wgya5GlDrsbQ1UZLwaZZTCIs5PT5FDKG_TjUANmHDnhnvV507K0FxrsVl7j7mzODoE9M8mG5XilxhlUAyHeRfy0GALP8BaYVqq31h3HkZNkJa8QBZNGtog5-HWz5IEmL3v7robOaWdJTzKuySZf0kX1SHfo/w640-h394/Neighbors%20Church.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>This is a church not far from us and apparently this woman had no where to go when her home washed away. We helped many with a tarp and a metal pot for cooking but it was impossible to help everyone.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXlvueUWIyhZChoyb0aTMiRkLTwAWBPpZ3Bfy2ddvh30WiwjM6KVpvu3o_NP2bbOJcJl_UuGTKFRq1MEU0rVcuXfNVkcVOPYeSIxcI8ibKbiZ_KuiAcLpsrljfQwu6UwnLwCtmkdyr_5cUk4Dum_yjIJTGhqNepso02wBl3OB_7JSKsAmMuCVnn5Z_W4GU/s4608/Helping%20Mutesi.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="4608" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXlvueUWIyhZChoyb0aTMiRkLTwAWBPpZ3Bfy2ddvh30WiwjM6KVpvu3o_NP2bbOJcJl_UuGTKFRq1MEU0rVcuXfNVkcVOPYeSIxcI8ibKbiZ_KuiAcLpsrljfQwu6UwnLwCtmkdyr_5cUk4Dum_yjIJTGhqNepso02wBl3OB_7JSKsAmMuCVnn5Z_W4GU/w640-h360/Helping%20Mutesi.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">This is Mutesi and our Sula who has been with us for 15 years. He's prepared the mud with his feet for her to attach it to the poles on the hut. This is not an easy job. A visiting team from Canada volunteered to help her also to build another hut and it was exhausting.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhboGxQ_FuNhJ7WWz0VtIYFF0Kru-Q3TAMOkccolHtLXQSruheiKue7nEz1QSSSEBry59zzwoVXEYwAyevvYAVZeI_cdVNIqsd0_wj1OUeWDA062aZ28pBSvbqbNBczT-iRIXcc9tpF5o-S5cfDMmb-IdYmTGUB4vUpw26EW-cBJSmPy-gMuBCS0BNRvEiF/s4608/Mutesi.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="4608" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhboGxQ_FuNhJ7WWz0VtIYFF0Kru-Q3TAMOkccolHtLXQSruheiKue7nEz1QSSSEBry59zzwoVXEYwAyevvYAVZeI_cdVNIqsd0_wj1OUeWDA062aZ28pBSvbqbNBczT-iRIXcc9tpF5o-S5cfDMmb-IdYmTGUB4vUpw26EW-cBJSmPy-gMuBCS0BNRvEiF/w640-h360/Mutesi.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mutesi starting to build her new home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF69BF3_SOzcuFe1ifIzBHjjmc90jP4qQnI4LNTGDHvc-qw0LjzS3jCKdtKweuVfKgxcIHSSJWtU3g25MCYraT2c1yL4gzzi2VOGdN7iCTKl6N9watApQFegpJMXrvZmQ2Ypmlr5UjCEPfi2DN_uBUO2-Bzm22ID4rrCNHPuDqiZABoyn0urs2KdwAWDKM/s992/Generator.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="744" data-original-width="992" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF69BF3_SOzcuFe1ifIzBHjjmc90jP4qQnI4LNTGDHvc-qw0LjzS3jCKdtKweuVfKgxcIHSSJWtU3g25MCYraT2c1yL4gzzi2VOGdN7iCTKl6N9watApQFegpJMXrvZmQ2Ypmlr5UjCEPfi2DN_uBUO2-Bzm22ID4rrCNHPuDqiZABoyn0urs2KdwAWDKM/w640-h480/Generator.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The truck arrived from Kampala with an 900kg, almost one ton generator. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil1nPBvLhI-3WOgxyoBZ0MP2ZKNZowJ8Z3mt7G6TlY1MD9vMjhJO0ORZoz0uEc9ephWtj_IkuZwFCnHOj5tVh_zek8Y620woptMkI1cDr2aJHs5zsUQk9Rejp7BzMvWcVl6w9_La3CgKJAFr9xYRhtvAvxnp-wFOSf0gKNZcCoHsf5Ew6gamEJGQ-tA_Ss/s1008/Generator%20onto%20platform.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="756" data-original-width="1008" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil1nPBvLhI-3WOgxyoBZ0MP2ZKNZowJ8Z3mt7G6TlY1MD9vMjhJO0ORZoz0uEc9ephWtj_IkuZwFCnHOj5tVh_zek8Y620woptMkI1cDr2aJHs5zsUQk9Rejp7BzMvWcVl6w9_La3CgKJAFr9xYRhtvAvxnp-wFOSf0gKNZcCoHsf5Ew6gamEJGQ-tA_Ss/w640-h480/Generator%20onto%20platform.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It took 20 strong men to unload it and Dennis, our electrician worked more than 12 hours setting it up.</div><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9dq9PTiYAYE6EKxogW1NHtao6dZMzEFX4jROPAVVNBfc4kxYZpCFsnA6NnkKfcJwXD2ArDubfi6IWZYyrirelvX5-NrAswVMA6_Uk_Nn3jL5ybbZpnfkRx479wIDL_Re78M0YCeb50xe4vKp9FEweR4KDRKXSA8wlinSbobhkhwjn7vpL5tJr-rKLEaQo/s1156/Matoke.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="867" data-original-width="1156" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9dq9PTiYAYE6EKxogW1NHtao6dZMzEFX4jROPAVVNBfc4kxYZpCFsnA6NnkKfcJwXD2ArDubfi6IWZYyrirelvX5-NrAswVMA6_Uk_Nn3jL5ybbZpnfkRx479wIDL_Re78M0YCeb50xe4vKp9FEweR4KDRKXSA8wlinSbobhkhwjn7vpL5tJr-rKLEaQo/w640-h480/Matoke.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /><p>A generator deserves a celebration. Lovisa, Eddie and Bridget are preparing Matoke which is a favourite meal with everyone. I even liked it and I HATE bananas, just saying 😉 </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdOcUgplWNUry_hUoB5-L8YgbJvCwNBZfiAk28IPnDNF69SXc3Nv-xsYQk5EvO_ZnoDkYQ00m7LuPRJKf9l_BFo0QTYLeHeFdWg_XV50iGodxhWSRWdMpUuH22dIvUTWv5Q2o5cZrxt4rJzt6VgItKiInlw7820zGGBH4pLZuGGktkJYSCbdPv3zKoG1AY/s1600/Best%20Edwin%20and%20Family.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdOcUgplWNUry_hUoB5-L8YgbJvCwNBZfiAk28IPnDNF69SXc3Nv-xsYQk5EvO_ZnoDkYQ00m7LuPRJKf9l_BFo0QTYLeHeFdWg_XV50iGodxhWSRWdMpUuH22dIvUTWv5Q2o5cZrxt4rJzt6VgItKiInlw7820zGGBH4pLZuGGktkJYSCbdPv3zKoG1AY/w640-h480/Best%20Edwin%20and%20Family.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /><p>Edwin sent me this picture 15 years ago when he found this family on the street. <b> Hope</b>, Desire and Sammy, their little brother, who we think was abducted. Jaaja was blind and these three children looked after her and another blind Jaaja who was at home. I met the girls picking weeds on one of my first trips. Edwin explained that as caregivers, they came every day for food for the family. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrRXCsDXHQ1E8UqVsl0rcZrScp5NqhNC8m2XtTYesvSNLyIC1XxRbx1cyzgny2ztqAK38F3_9JbmakZh-x2qkXvKwpljFAK0r2Uyn1HoalOea5ak4i66SXVaDESMBnA4AovPQ9D082pPMDz4uzv0NNhbxDICDy_2PuAMIRuO1FaaJT_dRtAGI_CaHDkGKM/s900/Hope%20and%20Precious.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="600" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrRXCsDXHQ1E8UqVsl0rcZrScp5NqhNC8m2XtTYesvSNLyIC1XxRbx1cyzgny2ztqAK38F3_9JbmakZh-x2qkXvKwpljFAK0r2Uyn1HoalOea5ak4i66SXVaDESMBnA4AovPQ9D082pPMDz4uzv0NNhbxDICDy_2PuAMIRuO1FaaJT_dRtAGI_CaHDkGKM/w426-h640/Hope%20and%20Precious.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is Hope 15-years later at her graduation at YWAM in<span style="text-align: center;"> Arua, a town in northern Uganda almost on the Sudanese border. She did so well that she was awarded not only her diploma but a visa to come to Canada in the future. Edwin and Precious were able to drive 13 hours north to attend her graduation and have pictures taken with her so she would always have a family reminder.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGNUOC_BQwIIqEK-tpik70kcX3g1RrDM274uj6f8s6Ccpp-bPE9FW4VSY9RzuYaQXJt0HFrwOK1A0mUdUGt_agUCp5nS30LmPQurhzno2pltORLRjpXuAlXzm2IvmRd5FU162_CIlyDze7IqhuLUtPGDN1J0q-q4N0sUFD-ZgKWwADo2wK2dnh_dfG2MAD/s900/Hope%20graduating.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="600" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGNUOC_BQwIIqEK-tpik70kcX3g1RrDM274uj6f8s6Ccpp-bPE9FW4VSY9RzuYaQXJt0HFrwOK1A0mUdUGt_agUCp5nS30LmPQurhzno2pltORLRjpXuAlXzm2IvmRd5FU162_CIlyDze7IqhuLUtPGDN1J0q-q4N0sUFD-ZgKWwADo2wK2dnh_dfG2MAD/w426-h640/Hope%20graduating.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We are all so proud of Hope. This is quite an accomplishment for a child that started out the way she did.</div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5bLCQ4yyMISzaQUVHOFJ7hcEmk_GSrnqkT2Y8_SSQBuWqDCnnEoFnTwvkjlg-QcChr1jxdgkySG-bf3eLqDjHTw9-3NvDw7ToHDlUSIuvpqxYcf6iNPdBgU1siidqMt2Qr8YyjSEI_onzWz1JLFRbhhh0ZmmIFQ5YkSocOORF4D3yH8mZWx37XTZMabnf/s4000/YWAM%20girls.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5bLCQ4yyMISzaQUVHOFJ7hcEmk_GSrnqkT2Y8_SSQBuWqDCnnEoFnTwvkjlg-QcChr1jxdgkySG-bf3eLqDjHTw9-3NvDw7ToHDlUSIuvpqxYcf6iNPdBgU1siidqMt2Qr8YyjSEI_onzWz1JLFRbhhh0ZmmIFQ5YkSocOORF4D3yH8mZWx37XTZMabnf/w640-h480/YWAM%20girls.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We'd like you to meet Annet, Joanne, Zakia, Mariam and Eva. (left-right)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Three of these girls are currently writing their Secondary exams and will be finished early 2024. The other two girls will be following one year later and all of them were ecstatic when Edwin and I told them we were sending the to YWAM when they finish. They realize it's not easy and know that Desire didn't make it even though she tried so hard. They've all come from horrific backgrounds and they deserve this chance to show the world that if your desire is great enough, anything can be accomplished.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Thanks to everyone who helped us to raise these children. They are amazing kids that will be making a difference soon. With that said, it's time to bring in more little people and that's the plan for the very near future. Also, to open the church. We've been ready for some time but with the rain and roads, it was almost impossible to anyone to walk or drive to us.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348966715303045708.post-30025832892347716272023-05-17T16:35:00.000-07:002023-05-17T16:35:31.714-07:00Love in Action<p>Heartbreaking events continue to happen again and again throughout our world and we wonder why bad things happen to so many good people. Where we live in Mpumudde, an area north of Jinja city, life is currently very difficult because of the rains. Yes, those rains are still falling. Many of our neighbours have lost their homes, children have lost their families and death is widespread. Because burials are a challenge for many; diseases are on the uprise with epidemics of mumps, measles, cholera and of course malaria. Malaria has affected all our kids but they are blessed to have treatment immediately.</p><p>For fifteen years we've faced the good and the bad and as rough as it currently is, we want to focus now only on the good. God promises to be with us always, protecting us from the storms of life and we know, as our foundation, we can stand firm trusting that our destiny is safe in His hands. So...instead of bad news, we want to share some rewards that have recently happened at Home of Angels among our own children. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrQBd9aAEtsLDV_JqxH4mPZiVlp9LlI6MINp3ATRpLAkRs1BluQFPp4IFwEveKG3-4Ms5E-I5u6mLSkl6aLWluuKL-1N0oaaktGZVVWV3MvKpiYZNFi0Kl7CDq8dBGeNAzIbHSDH-8WNkyDw-B4NprNVim69kJfmGOAyLqufz73RpOs-HQYCDY9grDAw/s1736/Baby%20Alan.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1736" data-original-width="1565" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrQBd9aAEtsLDV_JqxH4mPZiVlp9LlI6MINp3ATRpLAkRs1BluQFPp4IFwEveKG3-4Ms5E-I5u6mLSkl6aLWluuKL-1N0oaaktGZVVWV3MvKpiYZNFi0Kl7CDq8dBGeNAzIbHSDH-8WNkyDw-B4NprNVim69kJfmGOAyLqufz73RpOs-HQYCDY9grDAw/w576-h640/Baby%20Alan.JPG" width="576" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Do you remember our little Alan, the one that was always in trouble? Peeling paint off our homes, catching birds and spying on the girls? Mom died giving birth to him in a swamp. Jaaja pulled him out of the water and took him home. A few years later, we found her struggling to raise the many children she had inherited, so we decided to help by bringing Alan home to raise. Aunty Joy pulled 52 jiggers from his feet and I remember Edwin taking him to the hospital many times with pneumonia. He had a rough start.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgusN5c882fAgT7w1zh3ssnMW3PD1txFtXGHgbMCnYf4uaZcM3_6rlUFdmfmbjS8nLteALlO-MC1infOYH9NOD5Zo5TWJ3GUt0SnHXQKM9Wq-YIV8PrExlP-LA3ZoYJzzbxzqbPHP5aLnNYmqL-0az9w1WINPnp7u5EdvBAyq_cvHzj2_5BZXjLeh5Vjg/s992/Older%20Alan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="992" data-original-width="744" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgusN5c882fAgT7w1zh3ssnMW3PD1txFtXGHgbMCnYf4uaZcM3_6rlUFdmfmbjS8nLteALlO-MC1infOYH9NOD5Zo5TWJ3GUt0SnHXQKM9Wq-YIV8PrExlP-LA3ZoYJzzbxzqbPHP5aLnNYmqL-0az9w1WINPnp7u5EdvBAyq_cvHzj2_5BZXjLeh5Vjg/w480-h640/Older%20Alan.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I have to say, he did grow into a handsome little guy, but full, I mean full of mischief. So much so that we had to send him away. Edwin's friends in the police academy suggested they take him into their school for children on the base. This was very happy news for Alan. He bragged to everyone how he was joining the police force and when they came to pick him up, he was all packed ready to go. He waved to his brothers and sisters and off he went for 3 months. When he came home for spring break, he was a completely different child filled with respect. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyomCL72-tZARjTUj_o6VudNoGc_vZfMWD1r3IRB9PHh4gsZL0nhscKzPh-R-v9yg-ht1UNM_SjkjN6yoiilXpwX9V9XFH0_8AlNmQynjAq8UoKliFzwlYmPkaETdZ01sJANFU0aOPW2QvGhz-cDdZFuhxHxJUv7tXgvm0Lr0QtFdKogAggBSpSOW5Vw/s4320/Sam%20helping%20Alan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4320" data-original-width="3240" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyomCL72-tZARjTUj_o6VudNoGc_vZfMWD1r3IRB9PHh4gsZL0nhscKzPh-R-v9yg-ht1UNM_SjkjN6yoiilXpwX9V9XFH0_8AlNmQynjAq8UoKliFzwlYmPkaETdZ01sJANFU0aOPW2QvGhz-cDdZFuhxHxJUv7tXgvm0Lr0QtFdKogAggBSpSOW5Vw/w480-h640/Sam%20helping%20Alan.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Alan's mentor. Sam was the very first boy to live at HOA. He actually was there to help build the boys home and in 2012, made the move into his very first bedroom with 7 other children. Sam is a part of Alan's story as he volunteered to upgrade Alan's grandma's home who recently passed, so the others would have a roof over their heads. And Alan would have a place to live once he phased out of HOA. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEazOk1m1QNtwmyhaVpB8Xcr3QiE0b3bWKwtsoIXPp0zTJ-z0pCRo5Yaa6KFmXRAxoGWpQuBtnkAbu5MD1KBGlo3E6A07BBWtTjgb2kczTAjDvU5D9UOGH1A57pGnthdlIveMBUaxyNhXnLu0v3wd3SV5nSjt5lbEit0DhsqbUbS9_Bd2waCo3bGmfSg/s984/Sam%20rebuildig%20home.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="984" data-original-width="432" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEazOk1m1QNtwmyhaVpB8Xcr3QiE0b3bWKwtsoIXPp0zTJ-z0pCRo5Yaa6KFmXRAxoGWpQuBtnkAbu5MD1KBGlo3E6A07BBWtTjgb2kczTAjDvU5D9UOGH1A57pGnthdlIveMBUaxyNhXnLu0v3wd3SV5nSjt5lbEit0DhsqbUbS9_Bd2waCo3bGmfSg/w280-h640/Sam%20rebuildig%20home.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The recent rains have washed many mud homes away or made them unliveable. What I'm trying to explain is how close the children are as brothers and sisters. Sam came back to help Alan, his little brother to have a home for the future and possibly for his other siblings currently on the streets. He was our first success story.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVsroCyouEAfDf5zxpY9-xTbDJ8MC89n-tDIKXzReLJuGLSggmz4FKxI8dQwMcxOg5lUKz8gB_AD83QAqHLCCbzfnNqi5VCKXctokM90q9AXhYhv14CEDlgd-Ux_RiCq-BgMrG7NhSa0-PZ8gN-GG5JlXgUvvc15OKHwiQFpXPmT3cBCGdqmV4Bg_5-A/s1040/Ames%20Family%20Foundation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="1040" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVsroCyouEAfDf5zxpY9-xTbDJ8MC89n-tDIKXzReLJuGLSggmz4FKxI8dQwMcxOg5lUKz8gB_AD83QAqHLCCbzfnNqi5VCKXctokM90q9AXhYhv14CEDlgd-Ux_RiCq-BgMrG7NhSa0-PZ8gN-GG5JlXgUvvc15OKHwiQFpXPmT3cBCGdqmV4Bg_5-A/w640-h480/Ames%20Family%20Foundation.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMW-YFpf5bSLDpNTHJErpqhwP4E3n72L4EGOUeqbpDhjlCazYLjlb3HT1yR2IcBRjDwXLuNT_9YKfSIJNCIPU6oqxLxvnqyHPIcTNtR0jr6yzHbk595ykTAaA7lIITUfnkZ0Sc7ArACBEL-UW4KxVPo11RK4bbSk2YkygmCzBXPKRmJImMX7534iaDnA/s1280/Plaque%20for%20Girls%20House.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMW-YFpf5bSLDpNTHJErpqhwP4E3n72L4EGOUeqbpDhjlCazYLjlb3HT1yR2IcBRjDwXLuNT_9YKfSIJNCIPU6oqxLxvnqyHPIcTNtR0jr6yzHbk595ykTAaA7lIITUfnkZ0Sc7ArACBEL-UW4KxVPo11RK4bbSk2YkygmCzBXPKRmJImMX7534iaDnA/w200-h150/Plaque%20for%20Girls%20House.jpg" width="200" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>When children reaching age 18-years must phase out of any orphanage, they usually have no where to live. We made the decision to build a Trade school and to teach them a skill on the outside so they would survive. But, where do they live once they have to move out? We couldn't have it on our property so Ames Family Foundation helped us by building a home on a piece of property across the dirt road from us. There is another wall around this home also for protection and our guard close by to monitor them. Thank you so much to our friends at Ames Family Foundation for caring that the children had a place to live while they learned a skill for survival.<div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCpwKFj_i3uTmJANfRrGmjqUwv7c7XQs_g8alrXIUsvZDNQO4xadwZfmbOs-2wS_7i5WfSoNawCgmhgHvHW0vqMf099H_FDuKM7Jc_8_2PzR6sBUVcMqZ5i3WMpbkY88T22-hcXYMBqcwy2bwIcI_ELXrbaHkc3nyPNXj05-y2jNt4QpQAsDSbQ3S-2w/s640/Edwin%20and%20Alex.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCpwKFj_i3uTmJANfRrGmjqUwv7c7XQs_g8alrXIUsvZDNQO4xadwZfmbOs-2wS_7i5WfSoNawCgmhgHvHW0vqMf099H_FDuKM7Jc_8_2PzR6sBUVcMqZ5i3WMpbkY88T22-hcXYMBqcwy2bwIcI_ELXrbaHkc3nyPNXj05-y2jNt4QpQAsDSbQ3S-2w/w480-h640/Edwin%20and%20Alex.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is Alex with Edwin. Alex is the brother of Nathan and son of Mutesi. Nathan died at age seven from HIV/AIDS and Mutesi, his mom recently died of the same disease. Alex remained alive and lived in the mud hut his mom Mutesi herself had built. Because all three suffered with HIV/AIDS, my daughter Kim was kind enough to purchase a comfortable double-bed for them. Alex has now been hospitalized with only days to live. I'm telling you this because Junior, our latest boy to leave HOA has been by his side in the hospital day and night. Our older kids who phase out of HOA, take care of each other no matter what. Alex was like a brother and knows the Lord well. I sent him the "23rd Psalm" for Edwin to read to him and when he finished reading it, Alex said "Goodbye Jaaja". That was difficult.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs2sn3HxySZ2egZV0E5EaAF4yQyKipJ60v3-ML3__DOrnPg9QRojTJnzsfOBZAkoIiv8EDijHoeKM_MvXWIau5KQ1cEzRwkkOpASy6m08tWksafL-c2NZpttEJrHJ3EmL6S5zihRipv0QS-jcz2X32UWWURQGH6-RtdaGZcrLz_YGUdYSUvYkbjAJ0Bw/s1016/Junior%20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1016" data-original-width="762" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs2sn3HxySZ2egZV0E5EaAF4yQyKipJ60v3-ML3__DOrnPg9QRojTJnzsfOBZAkoIiv8EDijHoeKM_MvXWIau5KQ1cEzRwkkOpASy6m08tWksafL-c2NZpttEJrHJ3EmL6S5zihRipv0QS-jcz2X32UWWURQGH6-RtdaGZcrLz_YGUdYSUvYkbjAJ0Bw/w480-h640/Junior%20.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Many of you know Junior, our most recent boy to leave us. He's been working for our contractor building homes and he's always on stand-by when Edwin needs him. These kids grew up with brothers and sisters they love and call family. They might all be orphans but in reality, they are an amazing family.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSg2K69D29x2-3ACxAw6QHFsk68OqzjvWPIyFhHBqODV4hdwp20p1v-vQ6tAkO9Z5c9EpQGTx4QH-Y-1N68HptqYEYOcW89skmZ47FQ87x-xrDH2N_8-SgNy9ltzCZEEnmZRCEuof81buMTCOs3wPGxRW7FUdDAk-cl6OO69MO0WIOvPzfJOSUZh39Aw/s992/100-year%20old%20Jaaja.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="992" data-original-width="744" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSg2K69D29x2-3ACxAw6QHFsk68OqzjvWPIyFhHBqODV4hdwp20p1v-vQ6tAkO9Z5c9EpQGTx4QH-Y-1N68HptqYEYOcW89skmZ47FQ87x-xrDH2N_8-SgNy9ltzCZEEnmZRCEuof81buMTCOs3wPGxRW7FUdDAk-cl6OO69MO0WIOvPzfJOSUZh39Aw/w480-h640/100-year%20old%20Jaaja.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is Jaaja and she's 100+ years old. A rare age for anyone in Uganda but she, like other Jaaja's are responsible for their grandchildren when the parents die. In the latest rains, her house collapsed on top of her with the bricks damaging her foot and arm. She hadn't eaten for 3 days so when Edwin and Precious brought her pain medication, sugar, porcho and soap, she broke down and thanked God. She has three grandchildren who at that time were out trying to find food for them all.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9MBfMh-GMrBe1lUuMKdaeIbqEflm0U8P1B-DgOiyWh4OsRVQU7M9XmV_sbOGjpH7p9oxy1t8Y4ixpGMJ9W-18HT9NpIA55Ea46BmSCbqJfrda8O0wGwY9JKXIS-25hmSzwKN0-ICkvsgr6TkG8-o2Q65Nqy5AOCCtUMYj8plszjr0CdOlJznHZbHzXA/s1040/Jaaja%20kids%20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1040" data-original-width="780" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9MBfMh-GMrBe1lUuMKdaeIbqEflm0U8P1B-DgOiyWh4OsRVQU7M9XmV_sbOGjpH7p9oxy1t8Y4ixpGMJ9W-18HT9NpIA55Ea46BmSCbqJfrda8O0wGwY9JKXIS-25hmSzwKN0-ICkvsgr6TkG8-o2Q65Nqy5AOCCtUMYj8plszjr0CdOlJznHZbHzXA/w480-h640/Jaaja%20kids%20.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><p>These are her beautiful grandchildren ages 5, 6 and 7 years old. Full of jiggers, ringworm which is very visible and other things unidentifiable. We would like to take them into our Home of Angels and raise them in a home where they will be loved. Edwin will start the process soon but first there must be an internal medical check done.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx5ptyKr94FDtPxBMMN-1FAc59DceYl6gATYXTsLpOPWAjdzVe-13aUcwYbcompf0ngmCHl8un210q-49DcmQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p>I wanted to let you know that I had to cancel my trip again in July. Many of you have sent letters and small gifts to the children you sponsor and they will receive them, but not until I'm able to leave. I will keep you all updated and I also want to thank the many of you who have stood strong with us for so long. You've made such a huge difference changing so many lives these past years and I'm so happy to be their voice to tell you on this side of the world how grateful they are. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348966715303045708.post-70493874798022985522023-03-30T14:39:00.000-07:002023-03-30T14:39:38.119-07:00Unfinished Works<p>We've thought about that phrase "Unfinished Works" for 15 years and wondered if we would ever be able to say "Accomplished". All Edwin and I wanted to do was provide a small home for a few children from the garbage dumps; give them a family who cared about them and teach them what the word LOVE meant. That's it!! The light at the end of the tunnel is now peaking thru. Over the years it's been a wonderful journey full of the good and bad, but believe me, without many of you, it could never have been accomplished. God was always there to guide and strengthen us in whatever trials we faced and we know now that we have been in His amazing hands the entire time. Of course, another wonderful part of this story is Uncle Edwin marrying Precious and together making the perfect team.</p><p>To put this next part in a nut-shell, Ptarmigan school qualified for outside students to write their secondary exams at HOA because of our standard of education. The media picked up on this and parents started calling from across Uganda. A meeting was announced for 220 and over 1,000 people arrived. This included the Minister of Education from Kampala, Chief of Jinja Security, Chief of Firefighters, a policewoman in charge of family affairs and one official representing the President of Uganda. Thank goodness the police were there to handle cars on our muddy road.</p><p>We are currently at 278 new enrolments aiming for the maximum of 500 students. Families at a distance are asking for housing and willing to pay. They are also asking for their children to be trained in the trade school and again pay. This will be the answer to our dream for eventually becoming self-sustainable. </p><p>We only have one problem. The rains have flooded our area for so long now that even the telephone poles have fallen. HOA is hoping to raise $10,000 USD for a generator that will take care of all electrical problems such as charging phones, classes not interrupted and for the children to do their homework at night.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig3BPnaeJ0B1oGdWcaX1Rp6dNg7mHu9JHiT7X20xl47Qjqt2ofspOgMFqPnJ7iKrkirtTcvCPwMq5PXZHvm2YFVLXIRwE2pehXi102asIRC4kDzDOu1O9jHOLtFl8xFmaw2w6yebV1qG4SB1POeUC1D_i-3HIgwNty1-_2RSEoIhYA_va9frsiEJ8uYw/s1600/orphans.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig3BPnaeJ0B1oGdWcaX1Rp6dNg7mHu9JHiT7X20xl47Qjqt2ofspOgMFqPnJ7iKrkirtTcvCPwMq5PXZHvm2YFVLXIRwE2pehXi102asIRC4kDzDOu1O9jHOLtFl8xFmaw2w6yebV1qG4SB1POeUC1D_i-3HIgwNty1-_2RSEoIhYA_va9frsiEJ8uYw/w640-h480/orphans.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><p>These children have a big place in our hearts. Remember Alan, our little one whose mother died in the swamp giving birth to him? Jaaja was there and pulled him out because Mama died. Jaaja raised not only Alan but 12+ others also. When mothers pass on, it's the Jaaja's responsibility to raise their grandchildren. Jaaja has now recently passed on and these little ones are left. We feel in our hearts that these are the children we want to be helping. To be continued:</p><p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2CiHg9kPKbu_IJTucb7IJa7bcRRN2U79jpkdZcbhd-cTOSLnIPPfbWY0JKHuCfkeOpIzariHu36RBXCjF5uNT8npYmktT76V_vE41Cfr_aMp7W1feX0LviK4X3_HNl9rwlKJ7EyNAZXFDpvTZd5cqvO2jvP2FCRSDGF-flAxZY3hZqAtWhBSiZ3o23g/s992/Homes%20floodingout.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="744" data-original-width="992" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2CiHg9kPKbu_IJTucb7IJa7bcRRN2U79jpkdZcbhd-cTOSLnIPPfbWY0JKHuCfkeOpIzariHu36RBXCjF5uNT8npYmktT76V_vE41Cfr_aMp7W1feX0LviK4X3_HNl9rwlKJ7EyNAZXFDpvTZd5cqvO2jvP2FCRSDGF-flAxZY3hZqAtWhBSiZ3o23g/w640-h480/Homes%20floodingout.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><p><br /></p><p>With the constant rains causing such massive floods, our neighbours who live in the swamp has also lost their home. Most homes are like this right now....uninhabitable.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxUtmddCENPqvngvQNI4pEwlv2ZBc77e_07rLZE0fkDL99NxnZUbM_DhdGQdtT1uADkclvpfIp2SSOWkDpAX0-e1gYbahSmfA-S94gVUYWauxmzpsQIj-2LxlwO-Ll05bCkR4oP6ShmbFmaFMLyJAMxV18ZLDloZYXE8c208rcAD2CcPg0-sGvxt57MQ/s1016/Older%20girls.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="762" data-original-width="1016" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxUtmddCENPqvngvQNI4pEwlv2ZBc77e_07rLZE0fkDL99NxnZUbM_DhdGQdtT1uADkclvpfIp2SSOWkDpAX0-e1gYbahSmfA-S94gVUYWauxmzpsQIj-2LxlwO-Ll05bCkR4oP6ShmbFmaFMLyJAMxV18ZLDloZYXE8c208rcAD2CcPg0-sGvxt57MQ/w640-h480/Older%20girls.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>And then you see these beautiful girls who were once like the children in the first picture. From left to right are Eva, Mariam, Annet and Zakia. These girls will be phasing out in 2023 and 2024.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3TRHFmZIug8fq73yDB4k3Y69j9f6Rub8W0IvwPnt4SseBLYOOwVbfnQMn7ULUHOPJaaN6RwZWXGUzUjkUK2-c41YGqWaDzoGZQFp43RCi14nI99lOAaaE3xMqdo4LSi6xVykD24WOdNTaZbAR2KZAgU01YNCGR9yYGuBLd2iV-aXkIZuSYGRjZAUh8w/s1156/Trade%20school.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="867" data-original-width="1156" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3TRHFmZIug8fq73yDB4k3Y69j9f6Rub8W0IvwPnt4SseBLYOOwVbfnQMn7ULUHOPJaaN6RwZWXGUzUjkUK2-c41YGqWaDzoGZQFp43RCi14nI99lOAaaE3xMqdo4LSi6xVykD24WOdNTaZbAR2KZAgU01YNCGR9yYGuBLd2iV-aXkIZuSYGRjZAUh8w/w640-h480/Trade%20school.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>This building started out as two chicken houses. All 1000 died of the avian flu and the entire land was made into a garden full of fruits and vegetables. When we decided to build our Morning Star school, all our children attended it until the President made a new law that only one school per property. We are now using this building for training students in a trade for their future. And by the way....they have mastered banana bread. 😊</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWqSDqLCGVGxOsI5YzptaQsd2Ox-DwLfBCayrJViOt_rS542dhgPP_H0A_1Gga3FRVR0Q7UI2XIzNy8ZttOP_6dtgjK2en-K_riFvsVPpeyBy8lX2OCQUrgQxkuA0xPQHZq5wCf2INflVtVOWw1Zfc3HR1V7M_vQ0D77WQmymZjSxZsJbBmLYK0oBzmA/s900/19%20teacher.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="900" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWqSDqLCGVGxOsI5YzptaQsd2Ox-DwLfBCayrJViOt_rS542dhgPP_H0A_1Gga3FRVR0Q7UI2XIzNy8ZttOP_6dtgjK2en-K_riFvsVPpeyBy8lX2OCQUrgQxkuA0xPQHZq5wCf2INflVtVOWw1Zfc3HR1V7M_vQ0D77WQmymZjSxZsJbBmLYK0oBzmA/w640-h426/19%20teacher.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>We currently have 19 teachers but will be increasing the count to 26 in the near future. Pastor Richard is standing beside Edwin and the principal is at the end in the vest.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj44RACddXYpLnIPytdPJvMDdA8jxKQGjF8LLltz9oP48LsnEaczw73BkYW4Wd7enijbxTyd3qYPzNJYdu_SP65UGiSTWrVemG302o0TXXEayA1BuvFSzGtgd8PFBlUXsgZoHNPm84UxUtwtZKsFel8QwUmhS64chFgqcsgfArLBp75WPmBjhJ8p0zBw/s1600/Ptarmigan%20meeting%20for%20parents.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1066" data-original-width="1600" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj44RACddXYpLnIPytdPJvMDdA8jxKQGjF8LLltz9oP48LsnEaczw73BkYW4Wd7enijbxTyd3qYPzNJYdu_SP65UGiSTWrVemG302o0TXXEayA1BuvFSzGtgd8PFBlUXsgZoHNPm84UxUtwtZKsFel8QwUmhS64chFgqcsgfArLBp75WPmBjhJ8p0zBw/w640-h426/Ptarmigan%20meeting%20for%20parents.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>These are stickers made for the meeting for parents to learn about our schools. The parents paid for all the clothing and the cake. I hope the boys cutting the cake got to keep those little suits. Our HOA girls are dancing on the bottom and it's a combination of everyone in the top picture and middle picture.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1nJBD0qLbrcYJ-6vfF3Is1jOlWJNBmFrWJvStfGxbSAb5EvbHISDGSH8rsuaHOOuPRgoddl9GeScoWWsU4MV2EoMtNbPuI82vA-itVzqugVgLf8pNKCuNTmy-llidtKexaHSH2cHKvYsceZw_uyM4r964g2ahTo6WSuwhYlhojbmrgcjnD40Sg654Ig/s1008/Parents%20applying%20for%20school.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="567" data-original-width="1008" height="362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1nJBD0qLbrcYJ-6vfF3Is1jOlWJNBmFrWJvStfGxbSAb5EvbHISDGSH8rsuaHOOuPRgoddl9GeScoWWsU4MV2EoMtNbPuI82vA-itVzqugVgLf8pNKCuNTmy-llidtKexaHSH2cHKvYsceZw_uyM4r964g2ahTo6WSuwhYlhojbmrgcjnD40Sg654Ig/w640-h362/Parents%20applying%20for%20school.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>The Bible school was packed with parents who had come from all over Uganda wanting to enrol their children. We want you all to understand that not all students will be from the upper class. Many are also enrolled from the lower classes too. Our mandate at HOA is to help the poor and that won't every change.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7VdeztXizJkhtw-ZPrKQNZd8WxJXpi6PWAVuW3BIvtAPbrH7KzzdS7GeTZCIaUrxEAuKy2hDs5bNUwpFrQbR1gyHw5bbRscUPYIfENWkTMMLsnQESblYCC2aQ4jg9Rwi4FeQ2wxQWaCLU27VyR_pK15K-RuvvglL0nwQT8hRNCRPMnqgWfcRVivz9tA/s1280/Group%20Picture.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7VdeztXizJkhtw-ZPrKQNZd8WxJXpi6PWAVuW3BIvtAPbrH7KzzdS7GeTZCIaUrxEAuKy2hDs5bNUwpFrQbR1gyHw5bbRscUPYIfENWkTMMLsnQESblYCC2aQ4jg9Rwi4FeQ2wxQWaCLU27VyR_pK15K-RuvvglL0nwQT8hRNCRPMnqgWfcRVivz9tA/w640-h480/Group%20Picture.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Because of different class times and commitments, it's difficult to get all our children together. When I go back, I plan to take many pictures to bring home and share with you all, especially the sponsors. I was there when most of these kids arrived and now, to see this picture almost brings a tear. They're so happy!</p><p>Thanks everyone for your kind hearts and caring for the less fortunate. I also want to thank you for your patience in receiving pictures and information. With power out and heavy rains, it's been difficult to drive the roads to update us.</p><p><br /></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwFsoTGk_kQ_wjHVL--xlZGU_Tl3qa4OBaAhS2-NdQfChezH1MSrNYBWXHqtzt88serzR-oZVRDh0hkLUSGdA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348966715303045708.post-79331283451411034432023-02-06T14:37:00.000-08:002023-02-06T14:37:12.713-08:00Enduring the Storm<p>These are very uneasy times throughout our world and Uganda hasn't been spared. Because we live in the Western world, we can understand why the uneasiness, but in Africa, this is a different story. Many people where we live outside Jinja, don't understand why the seasons have changed; why they can't walk to the market to purchase food because of COVID, or why they can't plant food because the rains will wash it all away. And where did the hot season go?? Many of our neighbours homes washed away recently and there was no place to lay their heads at night. It's like Edwin and Precious say, "When troubles of this world become heavy on our hearts, we can find comfort knowing He will always protect us. He encouraged us to trust Him, remain faithful and not to ever give up hope. I'm so proud to know our children are growing up with this understanding. </p><p>Then there's COVID and now Ebola but Doctors Without Borders are saying that has eased up. Also, in 2019 there were very few COVID shots sent to Uganda and now, the WHO has sent enough for 47,000,000 people. We even have enough to open our church as soon as we get the green light.</p><p>Remember our "LOVE Project"? The 87 families with mentally and physically challenged children? Well, another 65 families has also requested to come and live with their handicapped children. Precious is still in charge of that and monitors the incoming money from sales to be deposited. With that money over the past year, they were able to purchase their first own small piece of land for planting. Amazing!</p><p><br /></p><p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj36GzNpriZmd3Oqbl7Pt2S9_ZOTCEji_czNMFv8sSQw5AQiQtESYNV-lrg6OrOAY0P9HNcu7MY9prF6Bf_DHJqnSrwdu2hmRwuFmoNNbV5P-UZSeBorvhIdgrb-4IX-jo96kBZHvFq5aZmG-2mX5XapBJERwmguZgd4DjSjbVOYxzBDs-wU-906Mp4MQ/s1156/Edwin%20and%20Precious.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1156" data-original-width="867" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj36GzNpriZmd3Oqbl7Pt2S9_ZOTCEji_czNMFv8sSQw5AQiQtESYNV-lrg6OrOAY0P9HNcu7MY9prF6Bf_DHJqnSrwdu2hmRwuFmoNNbV5P-UZSeBorvhIdgrb-4IX-jo96kBZHvFq5aZmG-2mX5XapBJERwmguZgd4DjSjbVOYxzBDs-wU-906Mp4MQ/w480-h640/Edwin%20and%20Precious.jpg" width="480" /></a></p><div><br /></div><div>Edwin and Precious are on their way to the marriage introduction for one of Edwin's family members.</div><div>This is the traditional dress code for such an event.</div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5A6YLX8RUIReMY60SmSYofkA-Ak-VcGi1kI4b5-tUMNe68KdzlemU9fD0doKfRHzFsk2x_D4Cyjgn-e0GRHKV4bifaGPqlfqPtE6xdtgIpKAKGYZDwQzoh4seKksw2Jm5ylPte9yGsGMVMMiMO_X3OMmqIE5OoKfcyIoFJPdl-QrPP2QJLgiq5hvF5w/s1016/Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="762" data-original-width="1016" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5A6YLX8RUIReMY60SmSYofkA-Ak-VcGi1kI4b5-tUMNe68KdzlemU9fD0doKfRHzFsk2x_D4Cyjgn-e0GRHKV4bifaGPqlfqPtE6xdtgIpKAKGYZDwQzoh4seKksw2Jm5ylPte9yGsGMVMMiMO_X3OMmqIE5OoKfcyIoFJPdl-QrPP2QJLgiq5hvF5w/w640-h480/Christmas.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The children's Christmas party was different this year because of the rains and also not knowing who might have come into contact with Ebola from our neighbourhood. There are 200+ children outside our walls that know what this day means and also look forward to celebrating it with our Home of Angels family. Precious still made it special by having a cake made and of course a bottle of soda to go with that cake made everyone happy. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDeee1Hj1ishUYbP6gwXevZex8WVMDi9X70ihBax3HWOZJ2-xqgzwQyj8gbW9A2nC-Dm6KakUq2zQDuJgHP9Xm9rmxmA1QsISqn9o-PoJUDs4mW5ZeKFJikU6mU7sRjNC3sWHOh8zZpxH5f3Knrbp1Hy2Tl7WVzz__s-KQuIosCYYR1UtNy70ZavxJQg/s992/Tents%20and%20Pot.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="992" data-original-width="744" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDeee1Hj1ishUYbP6gwXevZex8WVMDi9X70ihBax3HWOZJ2-xqgzwQyj8gbW9A2nC-Dm6KakUq2zQDuJgHP9Xm9rmxmA1QsISqn9o-PoJUDs4mW5ZeKFJikU6mU7sRjNC3sWHOh8zZpxH5f3Knrbp1Hy2Tl7WVzz__s-KQuIosCYYR1UtNy70ZavxJQg/w480-h640/Tents%20and%20Pot.jpg" width="480" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We all understand what's happening with global warming but in places where we live in Jinja, they don't understand why it's rained since October 15th until now. The amount of rain over this period of time has washed away most of the mud huts. Edwin shared with me this morning that many banana trees have also come down. Over the years these people have become like family to us so we didn't hesitate to help them. We purchased tents for cover and pots to cook with for each family that we could. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgXTBgEfy64Ac3DsCrK2cM7P6sxAgfp6X10eNWpomiNjeg-evm7AnboNq4_FCTL-wMQfH5y5gYPzfepA9yx12Jid1FDpnxVKQ5pqjP9hyNfycly7lghaROPGyg0Tyq-QfM7yLqLZ_lwmpxnVYP64Kk69ZmxFIU29LSRUbvLTQMze66kl59TwmJZ0fjJQ/s2583/house.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2066" data-original-width="2583" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgXTBgEfy64Ac3DsCrK2cM7P6sxAgfp6X10eNWpomiNjeg-evm7AnboNq4_FCTL-wMQfH5y5gYPzfepA9yx12Jid1FDpnxVKQ5pqjP9hyNfycly7lghaROPGyg0Tyq-QfM7yLqLZ_lwmpxnVYP64Kk69ZmxFIU29LSRUbvLTQMze66kl59TwmJZ0fjJQ/w640-h512/house.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I just wanted to show you the type of homes that were affected.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihi0XQPH7_NqYM9MChUHQqzOYTwabokQwiXv2v1JaJ7cKtA_ZXHDlpxd-srJY5b_9eOG2-6R8d3Mp4MPR30ISO_sH0jCyTEO8sbci8GRJYBkGX1TDSJYYPX6cCgloyHHf0CspniHPIT_XBeCjnptHMQfFhdGuy8t_rnL8yTqjTK-oDRseIlP5m794Lyw/s992/Tents.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="992" data-original-width="744" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihi0XQPH7_NqYM9MChUHQqzOYTwabokQwiXv2v1JaJ7cKtA_ZXHDlpxd-srJY5b_9eOG2-6R8d3Mp4MPR30ISO_sH0jCyTEO8sbci8GRJYBkGX1TDSJYYPX6cCgloyHHf0CspniHPIT_XBeCjnptHMQfFhdGuy8t_rnL8yTqjTK-oDRseIlP5m794Lyw/w480-h640/Tents.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It's the custom in Uganda for the grandparents to take care of their grandchildren if the parents should pass on. For this family, Jaaja's struggle has been very difficult but she did receive what was needed for these amount of children.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9dvQS1sciWulTmp7oZJGCdJ0Gbe2tAIuXYIW6ny4v0vJ4BRCyRd6B0FdnDJuLRhbmusQxEdPaBb6ko863KBMaLvGKUydubk1Q7EDR7macxYc0SO0ccd5yZkpnyV5h4xCH5rrfpQwuOF38nK7RMb7qxNgHq0OxlNGE4ATkcpx46vB2SmbMr1FCJIQTMQ/s826/Yahigha.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="826" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9dvQS1sciWulTmp7oZJGCdJ0Gbe2tAIuXYIW6ny4v0vJ4BRCyRd6B0FdnDJuLRhbmusQxEdPaBb6ko863KBMaLvGKUydubk1Q7EDR7macxYc0SO0ccd5yZkpnyV5h4xCH5rrfpQwuOF38nK7RMb7qxNgHq0OxlNGE4ATkcpx46vB2SmbMr1FCJIQTMQ/w640-h462/Yahigha.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Here again are Edwin and Precious presenting our little Yahigha with a special gift. He was awarded for all the effort that he put into his studies to become one of the top students in his level at Ptarmigan school.</div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKqfO-7Y0qskhJKgOTtOCdfJ4s22E31M7-jrJLBthQUD_0cS_2N28GpsrXxM6E7zDsVTIR5tU_335sNSW1UTDYEHtmAPkXTaytXqjfD5GxU2o_yfuZeEvCM4nspyiw8J_rndm5OSvLnT0J4GglBkYXmY8674FEUHcVEjsvrUOvQ1Sf_ErrsnoBQxFMA/s4176/Hope%203.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4176" data-original-width="3072" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKqfO-7Y0qskhJKgOTtOCdfJ4s22E31M7-jrJLBthQUD_0cS_2N28GpsrXxM6E7zDsVTIR5tU_335sNSW1UTDYEHtmAPkXTaytXqjfD5GxU2o_yfuZeEvCM4nspyiw8J_rndm5OSvLnT0J4GglBkYXmY8674FEUHcVEjsvrUOvQ1Sf_ErrsnoBQxFMA/w470-h640/Hope%203.jpeg" width="470" /></a></div><br /><br />This is Hope, now 19 years-old and has phased out of Home of Angels with her sister, Desire. Both girls attended YWAM in the north for two years and currently are on mission trips in Uganda and Kenya. Hope was one of the top six students to graduate and was honoured by receiving a passport for travel outside Uganda. It's very possible she'll be coming to Canada in the future. Desire will still be travelling with her team within Uganda. What an amazing accomplishment for two orphans who survived on a daily meal of weeds before we found them. FYI - We've gathered many pictures of each child living at Home of Angels over the years and are making an album for when they depart so they won't forget their family. <div><br /><div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiAa6fBSZSRFVJWsFts4lNO_pOHgCHRXsbmsEGYEcTVPNZTCRBKu1ULkJaYZwA650-HSPpYtDFNmd_W4BRznf6BV5bl4DEf4ns3TP3F3bj3Chy3mwjO7JITzMHLUQe7CtZMFugu9W9NzyhhigT36qAddonka08f638OIvmcK_l7i1zevRjkE30SyWmnQ/s1280/School%20%232.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiAa6fBSZSRFVJWsFts4lNO_pOHgCHRXsbmsEGYEcTVPNZTCRBKu1ULkJaYZwA650-HSPpYtDFNmd_W4BRznf6BV5bl4DEf4ns3TP3F3bj3Chy3mwjO7JITzMHLUQe7CtZMFugu9W9NzyhhigT36qAddonka08f638OIvmcK_l7i1zevRjkE30SyWmnQ/w640-h480/School%20%232.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>We've always had it in the back of our minds that possibly, in a few years we would be able to operate on our own. Honestly, we could never have had that thought without your prayers and help. We realize now, because of the tight restrictions in the Ugandan school policies, that we have a good chance of accomplishing this. We started with our own children and slowly graduated to others in our area who could afford the school fees. Now, with the number of enrolments, for 2023, there's a good chance of accomplishing this by bringing in 500 students which we are in the process of doing. The count today is at 225.</div><div><br /></div><div>The Ministry of Education, together with the Jinja Health and Jinja City Educational Inspector has now qualified us for providing Uganda's national exams to be written at Ptarmigan school. It's a start. If we can enrol children from across Uganda that have the funds to come to a school that values a high education, we could possibly make this work. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>BUT, </b>we can't forget our first dream and that was to house fifty homeless children. Three have left, all with jobs and eight more will be leaving in the next couple of years. All we would need to do once we get rolling, is find sponsors for the new children. By then, everything hopefully would be in place for them to go forward operating a home for the homeless and providing an education that will carry the children into a good life. Everyone has certainly proved themselves these past years and we are very proud of them.</div><div><br /></div><div>Please pray for us so that we can fulfil this dream. A dream that is changing so many lives. Thank you.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><br /></p></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348966715303045708.post-83219366270791246202022-11-14T17:28:00.000-08:002022-11-14T17:28:08.773-08:00Flashbacks<p>Don't you all agree that the word "journey" describes life in the broken world we're currently living in? When troubles weigh heavy on our hearts, we can only find comfort in the knowledge that He protects us and we must trust Him. That's what all of us are doing at Home of Angels right now.</p><p>I guess what I'm trying to say is that we have some disturbing news. Ebola has now hit our city of Jinja. It's moved north over the past month from the capital city of Kampala, but we knew it would only be a matter of time. Edwin was asked to be on the "Eradicating Ebola" team for Jinja, helping to prepare posters, equipping vans with loudspeakers explaining to the people about Ebola. They did the same with COVID and it made an impact. This team will travel a radius of approximately 100km. Edwin can only help with decisions because of the workload he and Precious currently have at home.</p><p> Schools will be permanently closed on November 25th and there is no word yet regarding churches. Parents cannot afford school fees without working so this means no wages for the teachers. We're able to stay open because our children are secure inside our walls and the new home is almost finished allowing the staff who teach throughout the week as to not expose themselves outside the walls going home. </p><p>With global warming, the wind and rains have been continual throughout this past month. Edwin and Precious have tried very hard for pictures but it hasn't been easy. We've never missed a blog in 14 years so whether we're dealing with diseases or climate change, the blogs will go on with flashbacks. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKSQhEcM6TRbJG7qJpbIu__wkJMedGacJbXgaqIvn90Mia9didx1Gz_Z0i8CW3paP6o8NyoHstd-L7Ue_n2q1c2HjTLZKympcx0UtYvZ_IueiZ5tPT_tN_blPSd1b5O1c6kzPofp-wROzM6E-BJOeUG-tkSxg9qI7EK86-9cV0F2ISq86TvtLJXlYwUA/s822/Church.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="616" data-original-width="822" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKSQhEcM6TRbJG7qJpbIu__wkJMedGacJbXgaqIvn90Mia9didx1Gz_Z0i8CW3paP6o8NyoHstd-L7Ue_n2q1c2HjTLZKympcx0UtYvZ_IueiZ5tPT_tN_blPSd1b5O1c6kzPofp-wROzM6E-BJOeUG-tkSxg9qI7EK86-9cV0F2ISq86TvtLJXlYwUA/w640-h480/Church.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It's been decided by the community committee what to name our church and they chose "Center of Grace". It will open on Christmas day, pending restrictions, and an estimate of <b>over</b> 500 people will attend. If all goes well, our plan is to utilize everything we have for a Christmas service. We have the bus to pick up the elderly and challenged plus all the equipment to operate, but most of all we know Jesus will be attending. Dr. David Jeremiah's team has sent us a digitally downloadable video of "Why the Nativity" and it's possible to have it put into the Luganda language. Thank you Dee!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHFlHTubMYhe1Vp0UzKV6C1rhTOmOx7r4kiIMncGxxZOoDb0zHqrv5n__wCaYC2HyVOlQAMf-EZAaCGVhLse0665CB0zE7AxjP0RlUijl9lsC29eO_BhD_eLncrSQLrJGU3JsqwzrS2cG4u2lxjTwReOZHteBn2P8AuA4Amf2m6d5XUVN0HeeYs2LSHg/s1280/15,000%20planted%20trees.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="956" data-original-width="1280" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHFlHTubMYhe1Vp0UzKV6C1rhTOmOx7r4kiIMncGxxZOoDb0zHqrv5n__wCaYC2HyVOlQAMf-EZAaCGVhLse0665CB0zE7AxjP0RlUijl9lsC29eO_BhD_eLncrSQLrJGU3JsqwzrS2cG4u2lxjTwReOZHteBn2P8AuA4Amf2m6d5XUVN0HeeYs2LSHg/w640-h478/15,000%20planted%20trees.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>A few years ago we planted 15,000 conifer seedlings on our compound where the primary school is now. We were given a piece of land in Muyauge to transplant them at the stage close to what you're seeing here.</div><div>It will be another 15 years before they are mature. </div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbWJ4orpnN7eU5fewy-hZ1tikQNt7hHejDcw-tukVEaOn2IdsJuEvASti1RZPub4glBFfsZoDyXm1PVDCTMIWJB3G8JV6ebjG06Ut8xdxhT-JYatPFkfIx3WJOxSPKHKlpaskFzoOBqTC1JnAXoAlyT_TlkD4qqRPF9P-GGrs77gehKGkmc1IyRkcJgA/s640/Edwin%20working%20hard.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbWJ4orpnN7eU5fewy-hZ1tikQNt7hHejDcw-tukVEaOn2IdsJuEvASti1RZPub4glBFfsZoDyXm1PVDCTMIWJB3G8JV6ebjG06Ut8xdxhT-JYatPFkfIx3WJOxSPKHKlpaskFzoOBqTC1JnAXoAlyT_TlkD4qqRPF9P-GGrs77gehKGkmc1IyRkcJgA/w640-h480/Edwin%20working%20hard.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I did get permission for this picture by the way... In the past, when I was there, I took this picture of Edwin washing the floor. In Canada we have the luxury of using special equipment to wash but for Edwin and Precious, it's using your hands. I always thought that the clothes were difficult. Each child must wash their own clothes daily before they go to school.</div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmFbKLfiy1UKSWY9lsuJRWfry4ttSGpCy2b1dJExBgexuZuFEp5ohblWT0uk4YCrwSKmgdMYF1w-yjpRLxSKewoe2-44esQFyVYUiZ9n2vFbqLMEtSI47PdWFyV4N3TcEp7j8SRTRBWGPv6Sl-sGP1PEhzYiydVgE4lkWsS9qR_lAi6yF0I_UOJVjEsg/s640/Polio.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmFbKLfiy1UKSWY9lsuJRWfry4ttSGpCy2b1dJExBgexuZuFEp5ohblWT0uk4YCrwSKmgdMYF1w-yjpRLxSKewoe2-44esQFyVYUiZ9n2vFbqLMEtSI47PdWFyV4N3TcEp7j8SRTRBWGPv6Sl-sGP1PEhzYiydVgE4lkWsS9qR_lAi6yF0I_UOJVjEsg/w640-h480/Polio.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is George. He has polio which is very common in Uganda and came to our gate asking for help with food and a little money to survive. For any of us in the Western world, we would never hesitate. He literally crawled in the gate and was so humble. </div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzAcR-BYq8MPTKUA0vEK-9Hm9OIW73S7KdUurdjXn8rSlGr4x1fMWAkgfIdS58o6kx515xDH_F7QirUKLgPWkNiPuev2k_EBZbd17_kiJK-lQbRi3nnet987S-VsDGjQI0tP3ejcaSE1hi52UctQa_ur5xLMBeJgUEgK2_Um7lCYPAzNA0fqvemI9qCw/s640/Electricity.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzAcR-BYq8MPTKUA0vEK-9Hm9OIW73S7KdUurdjXn8rSlGr4x1fMWAkgfIdS58o6kx515xDH_F7QirUKLgPWkNiPuev2k_EBZbd17_kiJK-lQbRi3nnet987S-VsDGjQI0tP3ejcaSE1hi52UctQa_ur5xLMBeJgUEgK2_Um7lCYPAzNA0fqvemI9qCw/w640-h480/Electricity.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This was taken when Global TV had lent me their camera. Usual procedure: Bring in poles, drop them on the ground, leave them for 6 months, come back again and dig the holes. Leave, and back again in months later to attach the wires. They came to HOA on Friday morning, cameras rolling and I'm excited telling them they will be on Canadian TV. Off come the poles, holes dug, poles all standing in 5 hours. Gone!!</div><div>We came back Saturday morning to make sure they weren't stolen and the wires were up and all was working. Our neighbours kept calling wondering how much we had to bribe them. Apparently a miracle had happened.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB5ytfADlVAD3nzywRp2gHW8ir870tSNMyiVYm-w1gu6uz96aPi_rPN5STm1RhZl-A0FZ5hRz1Jo_9KpC32pezcL9Zn8pD2gGiyUwT0Veaq4R11kvFpZQXIEdLduEyJdXrddGYpuhN0Q4y7_Nm-AJiJ4b-f3Pol7Vs8xlIXKSRfHhO2xsAdTmE3jf96w/s1080/New%20Girls%20House.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB5ytfADlVAD3nzywRp2gHW8ir870tSNMyiVYm-w1gu6uz96aPi_rPN5STm1RhZl-A0FZ5hRz1Jo_9KpC32pezcL9Zn8pD2gGiyUwT0Veaq4R11kvFpZQXIEdLduEyJdXrddGYpuhN0Q4y7_Nm-AJiJ4b-f3Pol7Vs8xlIXKSRfHhO2xsAdTmE3jf96w/w640-h480/New%20Girls%20House.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>This is our latest picture of the house being built for our girls phasing out at 18-year-old. Due to Ebola, the plan had to be changed. The stage of the girls to move in here will be another year so the teachers will be residing here so our schools will be able to stay open. It's almost day by day changes now.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp_faiZxF6DCNW6XCYjzq6yYx_CWRG5eCwT-NbAtRh_dZxIdwKFwP4EH2bKiE026gPPIVyjJlD8mo2wjmvMWYl_CqPLprY0x62KpRUQ7fZGbmsSZHsHYwZ3wVleHb10WhnRnzeLIqFU5U0EcQFJtJaatOz4vilX85vq3xjPBV-sy0ZY5DcOHfYzTdy3g/s3552/Christmas%20party.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2955" data-original-width="3552" height="532" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp_faiZxF6DCNW6XCYjzq6yYx_CWRG5eCwT-NbAtRh_dZxIdwKFwP4EH2bKiE026gPPIVyjJlD8mo2wjmvMWYl_CqPLprY0x62KpRUQ7fZGbmsSZHsHYwZ3wVleHb10WhnRnzeLIqFU5U0EcQFJtJaatOz4vilX85vq3xjPBV-sy0ZY5DcOHfYzTdy3g/w640-h532/Christmas%20party.jpeg" width="640" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>One thing very traditional at Home of Angels is our Christmas party for our kids and 200 neighbourhood children. They wait all year for December 25th because they get to have a full meal, a balloon and most of all a soda pop. To finish off the party, they watch the Jesus video. Some of these kids attend our nursery school. They go home when the day ends and eat dinner currently speaking English. Parents want to learn and they now are being taught a few words by their own children.</div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1PD3xGYVhbBGcTllQ30tu-8rP9XsaKFTmm9PDDmzgkT-Uz1YSG0bF_aoUxHby-zbsNQuyC7HEg4O_g_ObeQTSgwAU7_W-zxNAdxYaKerhB92N6yoGWjxfNaCnmzBd5DWM1UmAy8zYmFws02-JpguWfn3VGJGVeE5G8tz0-3WzoIrmX05eu1OwwbT0DA/s4000/IMG_0236.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1PD3xGYVhbBGcTllQ30tu-8rP9XsaKFTmm9PDDmzgkT-Uz1YSG0bF_aoUxHby-zbsNQuyC7HEg4O_g_ObeQTSgwAU7_W-zxNAdxYaKerhB92N6yoGWjxfNaCnmzBd5DWM1UmAy8zYmFws02-JpguWfn3VGJGVeE5G8tz0-3WzoIrmX05eu1OwwbT0DA/w640-h480/IMG_0236.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We were donated the funds from the sale of "Faithful the Cow" to be used to drill a borehole at HOA. When our electrician was finished hooking it all up and many children were lined up with their jerry cans, he turned the hose on them. The mothers were shocked....how can they waste water when we have to walk 8km a day to fetch it??? After the initial shock wore off, the laughter was overwhelming. None of them had ever had water on their bodies like this. We continued to let them play until the mud was up to their ankles. To this day we are still pumping 5,000/litres per day. Thanks again Laury and Tom!!</div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIqk_MqWi7nLa4VCtS4ivK5pVluZo84EZA5p6j68jPelKsOUbf0744PaOH59CeHl-lcKyopt8JltVKvaFLKAVsliQ_dCW51j9zkpPH4M-v25NuqvEIMAOgVuoueK3izxNONBNE7FhQO8ob9teed3BRn-bkYHxtsbOUoikwmqX5Mv2QIpG4dBLfV8-L7A/s4320/IMG_5175.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3240" data-original-width="4320" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIqk_MqWi7nLa4VCtS4ivK5pVluZo84EZA5p6j68jPelKsOUbf0744PaOH59CeHl-lcKyopt8JltVKvaFLKAVsliQ_dCW51j9zkpPH4M-v25NuqvEIMAOgVuoueK3izxNONBNE7FhQO8ob9teed3BRn-bkYHxtsbOUoikwmqX5Mv2QIpG4dBLfV8-L7A/w640-h480/IMG_5175.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /><div>None of these children know the date when they were born except for Hope and Desire. They had the chance to pick a date and every year, when possible, they would frost the cake any way they chose. The water was next....we don't do this but when the birthday child was sitting ready for everyone to sing, a brother or sister would sneak up behind them and pour a bucket of water over their head. It was great!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaMnw11JrF_LI0YvpwZU4WvE_-D07HFLk-eCOkFa6BIpYpirytTJy7DvB0uNN8y1fgsWZjsYNdgS9ID-HNacEjLfz8QqomJIQFbM1pXopWuTjsihp6ZXhqpPXflyR6Q37dKwG_YPLCUHQtvgOTCja_1TpkyS8t7tGWW6q2jNn4gkNg-Yu7cGZavnSnEw/s4032/Hope%20and%20Desire%20Before%20YWAM.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaMnw11JrF_LI0YvpwZU4WvE_-D07HFLk-eCOkFa6BIpYpirytTJy7DvB0uNN8y1fgsWZjsYNdgS9ID-HNacEjLfz8QqomJIQFbM1pXopWuTjsihp6ZXhqpPXflyR6Q37dKwG_YPLCUHQtvgOTCja_1TpkyS8t7tGWW6q2jNn4gkNg-Yu7cGZavnSnEw/w640-h480/Hope%20and%20Desire%20Before%20YWAM.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>I know many of you are aware of who Hope and Desire are. They were the first children that were here before the land was finally cleared to build HOA. They ate weeds off our land for food. Long story short, they were both accepted into YWAM (Youth With A Mission) in a town 11 hours north of us. They are close to finishing now and Hope (white sweater) was in the top six in her exams which means she will get a passport for travelling. The destination chosen for her is Canada but it's not before she attends YWAM in Kenya. For Desire, the story is a little different. We don't know what happened. She was always the top student but she will still be OK because we'll make sure of it. She will have a trade or maybe work in our church. Time will tell.</div><div><br /></div><div>Wow for a blog I had little information to share, this was amazing. Pays to be old and a "Chatty Cathy".</div><div><br /></div><div>We would like to ask you for your prayers for the safety of our Home of Angels and the people in Uganda. Please also pray for Edwin, Precious and our team of people currently holding it together. No matter how chaotic the world may become around us, we can find quietness and strength in our Heavenly Father's love and power.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348966715303045708.post-88095547957724594182022-10-02T15:44:00.000-07:002022-10-02T15:44:09.289-07:00Riding Out the Storm<p>Our community in Uganda is no exception to experiencing the struggles of our world today. Our friends and neighbours have gone through a vicious cycle of poverty this past year because of global warming. With little information of world events and no understanding of why their planting seasons have changed, their journey certainly describes life in our broken world. This is one of the reasons our church is so important right now. To teach the people that in their times of genuine struggle and pain, we can know God's peace and permit it to rule our hearts. </p><p>I've been getting many calls and emails regarding the outbreak of Ebola in Uganda and is it close to us? The epicentre is in Mubende, 152 km east of Kampala and 217 km south of Jinja City and at this time they are monitoring it very closely. I will keep you all updated and thanks for being so concerned. </p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWn9oHUzLcerXTQTVbuejPb8-rJ1PjFp2o5FVvemBu67aK5sEAvaWai1tw7_u8Ln0rhqObUWkzs_7Ye0mTgujxka5KrwibsPZIaDB_NTGru0ORnJi-_-V6YZLzhY0scAbiW46EISxb3IdioFgeFmJLW97pzrbfaJjRu_Y6TUAh0cYpsP28xopE5LxJzw/s1016/Jim%20Pattison.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="762" data-original-width="1016" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWn9oHUzLcerXTQTVbuejPb8-rJ1PjFp2o5FVvemBu67aK5sEAvaWai1tw7_u8Ln0rhqObUWkzs_7Ye0mTgujxka5KrwibsPZIaDB_NTGru0ORnJi-_-V6YZLzhY0scAbiW46EISxb3IdioFgeFmJLW97pzrbfaJjRu_Y6TUAh0cYpsP28xopE5LxJzw/w640-h480/Jim%20Pattison.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>As many of you know, 13 years ago, I and others started baking banana bread to help a few children in a garbage dump have a small home. They wanted to be called "Angels" instead of "Orphans". Their dream came true and we were able to make this happen because of a very kind man named Jimmy Pattison. He allowed me to receive all my ingredients at no cost so we could send 100% of sales to Uganda for construction. Now that the children have learned English, they wanted to make him a sign, but as you can see, they struggled as to who was going to do this. Voila.....two signs and an expression of deep gratitude was expressed from all the children at Home of Angels.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtyPRhHqVRLajE-Oa2VvL6ugHP-EcAiuuyBKppBIhMVISbzTiv2M9-zoo2rQ_s7Dl3TKiv_mksL8a6Y-rn-9ROjnhC2dZif5hi4EPJZ3WO11ISH9H0yx66JHpkGtIeBBtiNVCYTfuoizzb9XKSegSUyW7dHmPDbOFAg6Cw_q_cOcPf21G-vzOj8wYkYg/s2257/Joe's%20Store.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2257" data-original-width="1745" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtyPRhHqVRLajE-Oa2VvL6ugHP-EcAiuuyBKppBIhMVISbzTiv2M9-zoo2rQ_s7Dl3TKiv_mksL8a6Y-rn-9ROjnhC2dZif5hi4EPJZ3WO11ISH9H0yx66JHpkGtIeBBtiNVCYTfuoizzb9XKSegSUyW7dHmPDbOFAg6Cw_q_cOcPf21G-vzOj8wYkYg/w494-h640/Joe's%20Store.jpg" width="494" /></a></div> <p></p><p>Here are one of the wonderful staff groups at a Save-on- Foods store in Abbotsford. They have been amazing as have many of the other stores been over the years. Whatever store it may have been, the managers and staff have been so supportive and the biggest surprise for me is how quickly our banana bread has always sold out. Most stores had banana balloons of some kind but look at this one. How perfect was it to have a massive gorilla, that I'm sure must be from Africa, towering over us! 😏</p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl_vOyNEbhN6ckuI9L3a3IKtQC4-iBJgQM8a_pp4nhL6Ufavdm-Vx4DUci9qnM76sYewnOBV4vzLzoiD24k7nmWE5okXcLms0SxcRkSA1tfJ6C7Pl6hDJ7OWL8nbVUZ6-uh0zDlnDZbWOjXk3Gpk3MKV-NU6l4C9ZeNO3H9zgMDIXEf8C1fZssok7_2w/s1016/Church.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="762" data-original-width="1016" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl_vOyNEbhN6ckuI9L3a3IKtQC4-iBJgQM8a_pp4nhL6Ufavdm-Vx4DUci9qnM76sYewnOBV4vzLzoiD24k7nmWE5okXcLms0SxcRkSA1tfJ6C7Pl6hDJ7OWL8nbVUZ6-uh0zDlnDZbWOjXk3Gpk3MKV-NU6l4C9ZeNO3H9zgMDIXEf8C1fZssok7_2w/w640-h480/Church.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>Our church is finished except for a little painting on one side but I couldn't wait to show you. It 's been registered in Kampala and we've been approved to open but because of the deaths caused from floods washing away homes and the typhoid and cholera on the increase, there are currently many funerals in our community. It's the custom to attend if you had known the deceased.</p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQu1bCGT0OusEt7oTGRjX_nLDZqrvYPG1kXkSX9JufSJB6_P8GPW3nP_p1i3KeYFhZMprLFinobg34WejbuJXu80uLChVW2L7WD2UNj-p1uTmvDDdpkvVUg8xR8XBudIvHzlBYUerkHj3kST63qONqw3doJ8r24ajN3o0qa7xMYzsHFtXEsHmXR7U1NA/s1000/Side%20church.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="1000" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQu1bCGT0OusEt7oTGRjX_nLDZqrvYPG1kXkSX9JufSJB6_P8GPW3nP_p1i3KeYFhZMprLFinobg34WejbuJXu80uLChVW2L7WD2UNj-p1uTmvDDdpkvVUg8xR8XBudIvHzlBYUerkHj3kST63qONqw3doJ8r24ajN3o0qa7xMYzsHFtXEsHmXR7U1NA/w640-h288/Side%20church.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">It's almost time for the boys to be out planting the grass and trees around the compound.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu9CegrOF3UGErow_tqlRnUCyoSGP2Sr5bQNEoJZW8MCV11PBgYqgyHnIz7NicqWWgLZk7NRqKq80noVhEM9Z8UARNFnM_B9PLxaLHs5xEe5mYhAJjaj-sI8LgFv2LAZHzYQVSnqe8XJMkZcsiF-M0-D-59SbRi7njpc4RH-M_OsxdOfgzWlxt66ZxRQ/s1024/Scabies%3F.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu9CegrOF3UGErow_tqlRnUCyoSGP2Sr5bQNEoJZW8MCV11PBgYqgyHnIz7NicqWWgLZk7NRqKq80noVhEM9Z8UARNFnM_B9PLxaLHs5xEe5mYhAJjaj-sI8LgFv2LAZHzYQVSnqe8XJMkZcsiF-M0-D-59SbRi7njpc4RH-M_OsxdOfgzWlxt66ZxRQ/w640-h480/Scabies%3F.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>Besides the Ebola, we have also have a Scabies outbreak and this did effect us inside Home of Angels. Again, contaminated water from the heavy rains is the cause. A microscopic scabies mite will burrow into the upper layer of the skin where it lays eggs. This causes intense itching. Currently in our community there are <b>many</b> cases and we think that an outside child attending our school may have brought it to class. If caught immediately, it can be controlled. Edwin has every child in HOA and all teachers on a special creme. The families of the children attending school outside have also purchased it. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijpbIn1XaJ34ir-3qjdAqUzoIrRwFCbPFvvrn2at_EbfYWshNPJC9Bo3iuBwGgA_KYVbk2rmpdn1rOLeiYAurZfTQD_Ji2E0rOV4LrUMbHNuj8KhZ74o_WRNZauAwWEWgPGscGgq200lN_3Cmoq2myAjVeL_-7VgNvO80a_ESF72GE-9_UYlbwOo2BXQ/s1016/Bible%20class%20for%20community.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="762" data-original-width="1016" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijpbIn1XaJ34ir-3qjdAqUzoIrRwFCbPFvvrn2at_EbfYWshNPJC9Bo3iuBwGgA_KYVbk2rmpdn1rOLeiYAurZfTQD_Ji2E0rOV4LrUMbHNuj8KhZ74o_WRNZauAwWEWgPGscGgq200lN_3Cmoq2myAjVeL_-7VgNvO80a_ESF72GE-9_UYlbwOo2BXQ/w640-h480/Bible%20class%20for%20community.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>There are many classes in our new Bible School but what they've realized is that the numbers must be cut down for each class. There is a great interest in the Bible and whatever they learn here, they take out to teach to friends and neighbours outside our compound. Pastor Richard and his team are starting to change lives. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzCcc1gFrB3rpnfT-pBv_QlIkQ4VCySiuaBacwbW8p8eLMIWXYbPF5Lulnp4ejxH5jnb9MslvWGyKdZXNGzs2HKq0yUy2enRIJM1BNa3ElG-tAMm_RU4XD2PQrB3yqdm82epp7MAmmpJjhsSE-rhfVMrseHrIm2eRnlezC6Hcq8kx9XReXQPZd_N-orQ/s960/girls%20home.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzCcc1gFrB3rpnfT-pBv_QlIkQ4VCySiuaBacwbW8p8eLMIWXYbPF5Lulnp4ejxH5jnb9MslvWGyKdZXNGzs2HKq0yUy2enRIJM1BNa3ElG-tAMm_RU4XD2PQrB3yqdm82epp7MAmmpJjhsSE-rhfVMrseHrIm2eRnlezC6Hcq8kx9XReXQPZd_N-orQ/w640-h360/girls%20home.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>Construction has started on the girl's home outside the compound walls but with the continual rains, it's been slow. The next five girls that will be phasing out in 2023 will be housed here but in the meantime, due to increasing gas prices, it will be a lot cheaper to house the teachers here until the time the girls will accommodate it.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVfgyHU7RgDe52y_vpZMmDR-itI16Ch-864AbrkbS67Mp5S1kPzOz73ZKyjUOgR_v5KIl9Aos9iNPsM68sF0zJ1faCw_zBegmKRinXIbIZPjvz37m52CYL8lrcN6b4uEvhA8RWu4ok-l5dYeUi7_1xslP3uVRXkB1FvwTZYUNINCxob7GusDjs7yeWjA/s1016/Love%20Project.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1016" data-original-width="762" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVfgyHU7RgDe52y_vpZMmDR-itI16Ch-864AbrkbS67Mp5S1kPzOz73ZKyjUOgR_v5KIl9Aos9iNPsM68sF0zJ1faCw_zBegmKRinXIbIZPjvz37m52CYL8lrcN6b4uEvhA8RWu4ok-l5dYeUi7_1xslP3uVRXkB1FvwTZYUNINCxob7GusDjs7yeWjA/w480-h640/Love%20Project.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>The Love Projec</b>t</p><p style="text-align: left;">There are currently 87 families with mentally and physically children living in our Love Project. They are hoeing the beans and maize recently planted. With the schools open now, they are making chalk for the teachers and the same soap that was such a hit before. Every month, each family saves $3.00 to be banked to purchase more supplies for the following month. They have also made enough extra to purchase a small piece of land for more planting. Precious still continues to be their accountant and guide them when necessary. </p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzIoO7bXdqkcjt5eY9tgCM4iFLbkFCcGn3czcXKSQRiCKZB6g9v-72g-TQKrYUULDu75GZFwX41Rpmoq95hFg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: left;">Whenever there's a village meeting or a death in one of the surrounding villages, you will hear the drums. Initially in Africa, drums were traditionally used for communication and it's still the preferred way in the bush. I was sent this without sound which makes sense, but you can visualize the effort by watching this. </p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;">No matter how chaotic the world may become around us, we can find quietness and strength in our heavenly Father's love and power. Thanks everyone for your help to continue us on our journey to become self-sufficient.</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348966715303045708.post-23129203634539195392022-08-16T15:28:00.000-07:002022-08-16T15:28:23.009-07:00Rainbows of Hope<p> Over these past thirteen years we've realized that in our times of genuine struggle, we can know God's peace and permit it to rule in our hearts. Maybe we can't always see the road ahead, but taking it as it comes and not as we wished, we've realized that sometimes it takes experiencing what we'd feared the most to feel real hope. That's exactly what's happened at Home of Angels.</p><p>Edwin, Precious and Pastor Richard are continually looking for the broken people and places, trusting God to give them the wisdom and skills in making them better again. With the children, who are our priority, we are training them to obtain a skill for survival outside our home walls. The final phase will be a sewing centre built on the 3rd compound. Containers with used clothing have been stopped by the government from entering Uganda, so sewing is a huge need, especially for women's clothing. </p><p>These six trades being taught to our children have been noticed by the public. Many homes raising orphans have them phase out at 18-years-old without any skills for survival. We've been informed by the police that the boys usually end up in prison and the girls get pregnant. City officials have now requested permission to use HOA as an example for other homes to follow. </p><p>Global warming has effected our entire world, but in Uganda where we live, they see it by their seasons changing. Many people don't understand why years of planting a certain season has changed to a different part of the year. If they can afford seeds to plant and that's always an "if", why is there little sun and also why are the rains so torrential that everything, including their homes are being washed away?</p><p>Throughout all these sad situations are "Rainbows of Hope" both at HOA and in our community. Our children are so happy having a good education thanks to their sponsors; to experience love of having a family and a daily meal. In the community we provide work for our neighbours, have had help feeding the hungry and constructing boreholes in areas with no water. Now with our church, we are able to gift Bibles for many.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDuYOOjDwrCDJ7V7Cswu-PDx9ESwnOCmbD0HQPNxhrSByjY8N2NFweTKY91v8XKm2GjNgJINOkNQ-NhEfmt17fpnO6rYZ5DGRN9S339_bGexQEEyLRsuPIddDZFhZ6T4T8BHPneNwHF1Pogo_b1OyfPhlIB9H_KrfoYOSrNdTC5zbOCsVR8XCaWQImIA/s1016/Junior.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1016" data-original-width="762" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDuYOOjDwrCDJ7V7Cswu-PDx9ESwnOCmbD0HQPNxhrSByjY8N2NFweTKY91v8XKm2GjNgJINOkNQ-NhEfmt17fpnO6rYZ5DGRN9S339_bGexQEEyLRsuPIddDZFhZ6T4T8BHPneNwHF1Pogo_b1OyfPhlIB9H_KrfoYOSrNdTC5zbOCsVR8XCaWQImIA/w480-h640/Junior.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div></div><p><br /></p><p>Junior will be finished with school in December but until then he has work when he's not studying. He loves it and eventually will be able to have a little house on his own in 2023. Little Junior is now 6'3'.</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSdFNtlOUyvTDNP97S7LKi96kEHO8ON_LJg2a7QG1CYMcjoQRo1xNZ6ncsn0PiNGJv65nH1fbMGZH1XEhk3Plbap4OSGWfwUd7tI9OA7gvwsgTgBsrIJHzHPIdwJX1613-Zj75KDe4w8ZzJJJqympWgSxcGEkYK36tqOEDe197x8EAc85lPoAzrwO42g/s960/Maize.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSdFNtlOUyvTDNP97S7LKi96kEHO8ON_LJg2a7QG1CYMcjoQRo1xNZ6ncsn0PiNGJv65nH1fbMGZH1XEhk3Plbap4OSGWfwUd7tI9OA7gvwsgTgBsrIJHzHPIdwJX1613-Zj75KDe4w8ZzJJJqympWgSxcGEkYK36tqOEDe197x8EAc85lPoAzrwO42g/w640-h362/Maize.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><p><br /></p><p>Until we can start the two homes for the children that are phasing out, we are utilizing the land to grow maize for our Home of Angels. Due to the rising costs, Edwin decided to use the land for crops until the construction starts. The children will harvest and prepare it for storage until the winter. </p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXi60jE6mXLNZr3cIfVDzgPX_xTjwMU3wT9OPU9GTztI1WdLIUQOVliWvAx3nRaTokMIFZuVyG3YsebXsPpGiYU-_9em17B2UeFWdo-b0XT9TS_9rtU2JZcBkxTpU-cyBjHqtEwkVVLBCrSP-jBAdYWeHxhDZ7v-BgM6l9eJNpNgb5xfl4oaBB_AGmag/s1080/Yasin%20and%20maize.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXi60jE6mXLNZr3cIfVDzgPX_xTjwMU3wT9OPU9GTztI1WdLIUQOVliWvAx3nRaTokMIFZuVyG3YsebXsPpGiYU-_9em17B2UeFWdo-b0XT9TS_9rtU2JZcBkxTpU-cyBjHqtEwkVVLBCrSP-jBAdYWeHxhDZ7v-BgM6l9eJNpNgb5xfl4oaBB_AGmag/w480-h640/Yasin%20and%20maize.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p>This is our movie star Yasin who starred in the Human Project filmed by Apologetics Canada. I am so sad to be on this side of the world right now because seeing these children growing so fast, I'm hardly recognizing them. </p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA3vp0e4OYsaMqZzfUKHf22rmujH_scyksw7vCELi_EGorEnMOCaYkdUkHZuy0LFq-gwCAyOZJWGsj_wFMHI4uznj8z9QOZPGQBk4B8KipxUJCDUofETN5gblN9c2eFR67-iYzCDhsApF2Cnka4Mw6ysQYZUiaxLDtrndPCGTvmsTBAFrC7PqjLNqrcQ/s1080/12%20bags%20of%20maize.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA3vp0e4OYsaMqZzfUKHf22rmujH_scyksw7vCELi_EGorEnMOCaYkdUkHZuy0LFq-gwCAyOZJWGsj_wFMHI4uznj8z9QOZPGQBk4B8KipxUJCDUofETN5gblN9c2eFR67-iYzCDhsApF2Cnka4Mw6ysQYZUiaxLDtrndPCGTvmsTBAFrC7PqjLNqrcQ/w640-h480/12%20bags%20of%20maize.jpeg" width="640" /></a></p><p><br /></p><p>The children pounded the cobs and removed the kernels producing 700 kilos from this crop. Because Uganda is a landlocked country and most products come through Mombasa, we are preparing for the worst with an election this week in Kenya that has been known to be quite violent. Many people have already migrated into Uganda for safety. </p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1-bPNPvN-035w8ETfxwMVCQ5RbYsG10canRWUECbs9EcgKHGrlmwA87zBdjGvEeeTDMiqxb_v35R3LDiAb9YPFyu35d-dHGdlcZ4zmz9zY2vU05WjI0LtcaeAPxAgX7oDCmioGp41ADJCFiN4wDWBRl9vaSZcwd7UeGvSytNAmUBelT52hXSti4-IdQ/s795/Church%202.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="693" data-original-width="795" height="558" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1-bPNPvN-035w8ETfxwMVCQ5RbYsG10canRWUECbs9EcgKHGrlmwA87zBdjGvEeeTDMiqxb_v35R3LDiAb9YPFyu35d-dHGdlcZ4zmz9zY2vU05WjI0LtcaeAPxAgX7oDCmioGp41ADJCFiN4wDWBRl9vaSZcwd7UeGvSytNAmUBelT52hXSti4-IdQ/w640-h558/Church%202.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The church is almost completed except for the finishing coat of paint over the primer and the grounds to be cleaned up before the boys will plant the grass, one root at a time. It was supposed to be open at the beginning of August but Pastor Richard recently lost his mother. In Uganda when a family member passes, it can last two weeks with family members waiting to greet the friends and family coming from a distance. The funeral was a few days ago with approximately 2,000 people attending. </div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDA8OWG-a2vPyeDAPab172bjvpZBIn56hYBxEGYzo9EBk42hW02ih_uPKz0Nep3ZCB3YUa5RwY0vAWHcLBe1gzevachqDxgwN5ygOtBclqrwuXP0QGZh1_JAYAMeUwbIaJtyz0oX_9UvEsUKPi72dxKqAPnLi7OOmFdKIqatZJVdB85sNBldhOcnYtKw/s1080/Church%201.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="747" data-original-width="1080" height="442" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDA8OWG-a2vPyeDAPab172bjvpZBIn56hYBxEGYzo9EBk42hW02ih_uPKz0Nep3ZCB3YUa5RwY0vAWHcLBe1gzevachqDxgwN5ygOtBclqrwuXP0QGZh1_JAYAMeUwbIaJtyz0oX_9UvEsUKPi72dxKqAPnLi7OOmFdKIqatZJVdB85sNBldhOcnYtKw/w640-h442/Church%201.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>Another view from the side. This church will hold up to 500 people but the community is very excited and they're realizing that there could possibly be many more. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwdupHGqMjOr_Tjhl0K0fwQmwDdVxbjxy_B_HtPNTf5Iq5aSIdtjKzv-3x-MYKDSheS5ewpTe81yhjo2uHlJw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p> This is an example of the rains now. You can get an idea of how very strong they are. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6CmLHXEN5Cv7XdPIqwBzx5dYP_nrU3BIXlfNXIqWitoTcTUPOJSKYN_xK3cIOiJUA8_X3GIjiE2ZJ1FmrxbjExZ0QXvo0Qe-jUl9qWpAByeCqjLv-6B4FC5gxTy6V7fLAY_jNtiCiatF0XeOXL7rIhZkPcHhYzXibb_mYNIjbd5rBQJVCjZIcu4Iwuw/s1080/Bible%20school.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6CmLHXEN5Cv7XdPIqwBzx5dYP_nrU3BIXlfNXIqWitoTcTUPOJSKYN_xK3cIOiJUA8_X3GIjiE2ZJ1FmrxbjExZ0QXvo0Qe-jUl9qWpAByeCqjLv-6B4FC5gxTy6V7fLAY_jNtiCiatF0XeOXL7rIhZkPcHhYzXibb_mYNIjbd5rBQJVCjZIcu4Iwuw/w640-h480/Bible%20school.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>Because of so much happening in our area and currently at our home, I don't have a picture of the finished room to show you. This room is in the Bible school that Precious donated. Paster Richard has 19 pastors that will be attending classes in the very near future coming from as far away as Kenya.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMZB9sy95jwtA1PTU2EHYbZsY0kb7Bp8llCA0nG3_97VtRRVdk9EXffcHlnEQufNWH2vQVVamkYzg-3Bw7igUdIVlEQkQbUBg4-f9uaqyjs7K2I7D61SdjfALPEUf-39cZw7SFDBnRhTeuZ7tQC8hALy0iIMC4p0Pm4sjlN-0dK5Qol1PHeelB6AeJPw/s1280/bodamosaic1-high-large.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1280" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMZB9sy95jwtA1PTU2EHYbZsY0kb7Bp8llCA0nG3_97VtRRVdk9EXffcHlnEQufNWH2vQVVamkYzg-3Bw7igUdIVlEQkQbUBg4-f9uaqyjs7K2I7D61SdjfALPEUf-39cZw7SFDBnRhTeuZ7tQC8hALy0iIMC4p0Pm4sjlN-0dK5Qol1PHeelB6AeJPw/w640-h640/bodamosaic1-high-large.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>If you look verrrry closely, you will see many faces....many many faces, I would say over 400 faces. I recently found this picture that our friend, Johnny made from "Hackers for Charity" in Jinja. When we sent the container to Uganda, a donation of 700+ sunglasses were donated to the people. Johnny had the brilliant idea to give the boda-boda (motorcycle) drivers each a pair because many of them couldn't afford helmets.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="375" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/SEGCN_7JGw4" width="481" youtube-src-id="SEGCN_7JGw4"></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Currently, we're housing 38 children at HOA. Our dream is still for 50. Most of them are young but the first group that arrived in 2013 are about to leave in 2023/2024. Hope and Desire were accepted into YWAM last year and they'll be leaving first. We wanted to make a gift for each child as they departed that would be a memory of their past, their brothers and sisters and all the activities they were involved in. </div><div><br /></div><div>For Hope and Desire, they have been very blessed at YWAM. We have been instructed that they will need a passport in 2023 as they'll be travelling somewhere in the world to another YWAM centre. We literally shake our heads realizing where they started and where they're heading in their future. The remaining girls that will be leaving next year want so badly to go when it's their time to phase out but that's a subject for another day. We've been very blessed and all of us realize that these blessings will continue into the future. God is in full control and He won't let us down. </div><div><br /></div><div>So many of you are praying for us and we all want you to know how grateful we are. Thank you!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>Jaaja Barb's Home of Angelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220389855538177030noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348966715303045708.post-90476886211048771782022-07-05T15:52:00.001-07:002022-07-05T17:04:59.552-07:00Restoring Dignity<p>Edwin and I have always believed that each one of God's children has a special purpose and a unique personality. Each child that has entered Home of Angels has their own devastating story to tell and believe me, some of those stories are heart-wrenching. Most of us are led to believe that happiness is a final destination when they come into a home like ours but it's a journey and doesn't happen overnight. </p><p>Thirteen years later, we are now starting to see the results and it's been all worth the wait. The trust is there; they have a family who loves them and most of all, they know that God is in full control of their lives. They can go into the community and help the poor and the widow; they can help provide food to the hungry and most of all, they show the people that they really care with their smiles and love.</p><p>We wanted to also let you know that an assessment was done on our Ptarmigan primary school by the District Education Officer for Jinja and surrounding districts. Our kids were tested in their level of English abilities and they did so well, we were rated #1 school in Jinja and also #1 for the best environment for learning. What an honour.</p><p>Edwin was also called to attend a meeting with the probation and police officers. They wanted to get permission to use HOA as a role model of a good home to raise children. It's to do with feeding the children with healthy food, separation of girls and boys at night and so on. Many children in orphanages have no skills to survive when they leave and the boys usually end up in prison and the girls get pregnant.</p><p>Speaking personally, I want you to know that our God is an amazing God. When I see all the things that have happened, I'm blown away. It's not Edwin and Precious and it's not an old lady and a loaf of banana bread. He's used all of us, including many of you to be a part of this amazing family. Thank you!! </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Frc9cMAxu36eJe9VLlHT8Bhau3hgW4CeY-yPhxT2SesLZ5BGJfTJzigAlHh9g8LkapHd7nKyZUkrgX7qskPKc3J-E-yVRiEbsjvK4NPeYlir-NG-vuGR4ZH0A9r11jw3jCTn1EkARcpT8sVC6gjjeTu5c3o-7OacYPYlyRHjT8E1rem-_9wwdWLoCA/s1040/Eva.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="1040" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3Frc9cMAxu36eJe9VLlHT8Bhau3hgW4CeY-yPhxT2SesLZ5BGJfTJzigAlHh9g8LkapHd7nKyZUkrgX7qskPKc3J-E-yVRiEbsjvK4NPeYlir-NG-vuGR4ZH0A9r11jw3jCTn1EkARcpT8sVC6gjjeTu5c3o-7OacYPYlyRHjT8E1rem-_9wwdWLoCA/w640-h480/Eva.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Eva is so proud of the door mat she made in the trade centre. The older girls are working hard to learn a skill to fall back on when they phase out at 18-years. Most of the kids grew up inside our walls and without a trade, they wouldn't have had a chance to survive with the cost of living the way it is now.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHt3m6s9TcXFEPKLXh6UhSsVJijiptM2uxTH_WyznnGgicW56vBbtzDfQvvPvGDFRpi7X2ZAz4p01GxmKQujG3PRgh0n_ewGsKUJS3UkmE9k23soVEDlbs0u-n-4nHuAsFuHkKbdQa40HowhpLi0RTUkhK71K8Cj3_FtA4-wQy0AEzFqaRBQ4WGm37aQ/s3756/Ant%20Hill.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3756" data-original-width="2660" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHt3m6s9TcXFEPKLXh6UhSsVJijiptM2uxTH_WyznnGgicW56vBbtzDfQvvPvGDFRpi7X2ZAz4p01GxmKQujG3PRgh0n_ewGsKUJS3UkmE9k23soVEDlbs0u-n-4nHuAsFuHkKbdQa40HowhpLi0RTUkhK71K8Cj3_FtA4-wQy0AEzFqaRBQ4WGm37aQ/w454-h640/Ant%20Hill.jpeg" width="454" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I've recently learned a lot from this picture. I've seen people in Uganda sitting on top of them trying to get a cell connection but what I didn't know is that they also can be built under ground. Our main house was built ten years ago and apparently has one of these hills growing down. Until we can find the queen, they won't stop enjoying our wood. </div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCu0UY9tIPwcysc1BQhFCvhS0mk8HUM0dTJ4Zb__PFzkjXDR01NV00EYlA68IY8NQUeqVIiEm7awodJNZbjP1IQqArGxObTIUQnEpho6kagZZQzEALclaP_pbas3z6plhzaHBHeAjKnzs5ZejOagibr-r1FsSfHYAqFvBJioTT4DHjL0NenIcdcepgfA/s1000/Termites.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="563" data-original-width="1000" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCu0UY9tIPwcysc1BQhFCvhS0mk8HUM0dTJ4Zb__PFzkjXDR01NV00EYlA68IY8NQUeqVIiEm7awodJNZbjP1IQqArGxObTIUQnEpho6kagZZQzEALclaP_pbas3z6plhzaHBHeAjKnzs5ZejOagibr-r1FsSfHYAqFvBJioTT4DHjL0NenIcdcepgfA/w640-h360/Termites.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>One of the last times I was able to go back to Uganda, the wooden frame of my bedroom window fell completely out. We thought the land had settled but with all the other destruction in and outside the house, it's more than likely they were at work then too. Termites and army ants are similar but the wings on the termite are longer than it's body. We're in the process of repair now and hopefully be able to locate their home soon.</div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6_IoaS7P8Yjze2l8LdrDRENHSfSxb3m-LsvtPi6nHe56C7nZc-7osc9oyOcQDazhqNgrQQUYqt4_4OKPjgWJGZFzTxPhFUFr-F1P0sjthiuxh_UwEo4q3UozVyzTwbjoTaxXEyTyUy9tkJfffLsvOKm6UmldozzkqZe4ZCnMBLGrSzMx7sqI3qfRu3Q/s3264/Mariam%20and%20Yasin.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6_IoaS7P8Yjze2l8LdrDRENHSfSxb3m-LsvtPi6nHe56C7nZc-7osc9oyOcQDazhqNgrQQUYqt4_4OKPjgWJGZFzTxPhFUFr-F1P0sjthiuxh_UwEo4q3UozVyzTwbjoTaxXEyTyUy9tkJfffLsvOKm6UmldozzkqZe4ZCnMBLGrSzMx7sqI3qfRu3Q/w640-h480/Mariam%20and%20Yasin.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So I found out today from Edwin that I am <b>REALLY</b> old. Average life in Uganda is 40-years-old and I'm heading to almost double that. I beg to differ when I see Jaaja here who is 100-years-old. This is Mariam and Yasin's Jaaja (Grandpa) and they take good care of him. His stories are amazing. He would tell me how he would sit in his mud hut with a fire and watched lions circling at night. There was no alcohol then and all he did was hunt and dig.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuZe2LT8z_Jl6F1AKDS1wJkvMKVAUE2CzySDv-bWpD7HTsgwQuZhHHNwNWHEREekC4CT48psfZHwgwOKTjtYiNKCMINvhV1DuqyUDc83ZeCJ9izvwotGb9wjBBcNKPYBLXrpgjPaNgLvGQVXmZFcnyXyWwHgiEQSPu6t7m7Ggc_C5uMnEWEKjwc9zi1g/s1080/Lovisa%20and%20Bridget.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuZe2LT8z_Jl6F1AKDS1wJkvMKVAUE2CzySDv-bWpD7HTsgwQuZhHHNwNWHEREekC4CT48psfZHwgwOKTjtYiNKCMINvhV1DuqyUDc83ZeCJ9izvwotGb9wjBBcNKPYBLXrpgjPaNgLvGQVXmZFcnyXyWwHgiEQSPu6t7m7Ggc_C5uMnEWEKjwc9zi1g/w480-h640/Lovisa%20and%20Bridget.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Bridget and Lovisa in their new uniforms. The children love school and I mean love it. They go every day except Sunday and still can't get enough. If this video at the end works, you'll understand why.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyVkCZOE29NAOe1vJ1X3OyKoNApO2AETrDOWL8coCtjSbx0091JSzHlUICIAByVgQYBmLw0yIgNtHAH9YEblAl6_mxXE6oHSzjldY3aWdOWkx086xCkV9eRg0AxkJnmKAk7jvvCR69ARufIEmG24BpugSIPbBkvIWRhN73o8hyhZLgYUtvJpQsGThtqA/s1000/Making%20soap.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyVkCZOE29NAOe1vJ1X3OyKoNApO2AETrDOWL8coCtjSbx0091JSzHlUICIAByVgQYBmLw0yIgNtHAH9YEblAl6_mxXE6oHSzjldY3aWdOWkx086xCkV9eRg0AxkJnmKAk7jvvCR69ARufIEmG24BpugSIPbBkvIWRhN73o8hyhZLgYUtvJpQsGThtqA/w480-h640/Making%20soap.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Our LOVE Project is growing again. We started out with 32 families with mentally and physically challenged children and we are now up to 87. They have formed their own community and because</div><div>of people like Precious teaching and helping them, they're surviving. Soap in Uganda has tripled in cost and a poor person cannot afford it. Bottom line, everyone is desperate so Precious taught them to make soap and sell it in 1 and 5 litre bottles plus 10 and 20 litre jerry cans. They split the money and all donate $3.00 of their sales to their newly opened bank account. Precious is the treasurer. That money will allow them to purchase the ingredients to make more next time. They are also making chalk for schools.</div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicX55MNcOv2NNtpp0BRVtiBhN3MiFvYZZV8QXDcutAfqnEqTikan595IldU2whO0t7IQisbmLhD7TxEidIgHghD80qCd9ccUfpI0-j5Ph3F9Y289QQIKpSoKxy-_p-0lDtHTwmcdhD7a3xQfYljDdmDiVSGC91qomnxX48tl6Z6_PpRb1VkpxtmTKzLg/s1016/Selling%20soap.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1016" data-original-width="762" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicX55MNcOv2NNtpp0BRVtiBhN3MiFvYZZV8QXDcutAfqnEqTikan595IldU2whO0t7IQisbmLhD7TxEidIgHghD80qCd9ccUfpI0-j5Ph3F9Y289QQIKpSoKxy-_p-0lDtHTwmcdhD7a3xQfYljDdmDiVSGC91qomnxX48tl6Z6_PpRb1VkpxtmTKzLg/w480-h640/Selling%20soap.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The LOVE project store outside their homes</div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqrvr9CICEJRtLl98EjkLxyBRO2kD4fXDUGicCEhZqdP5qI6spIV6Qbu8YWgZaxEb6jCQmcPJhBSBOolcgM7PNiViydDpemfKxc54Pmi5se2nawKTHeNGE1eWEg6pWqBXRGy47SeDstONawJqUJuPn3aAJk_7PXSyLGivSR5H7NKruo2xuIImJMelIDQ/s1024/Me%20and%20my%20precious%20angels.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqrvr9CICEJRtLl98EjkLxyBRO2kD4fXDUGicCEhZqdP5qI6spIV6Qbu8YWgZaxEb6jCQmcPJhBSBOolcgM7PNiViydDpemfKxc54Pmi5se2nawKTHeNGE1eWEg6pWqBXRGy47SeDstONawJqUJuPn3aAJk_7PXSyLGivSR5H7NKruo2xuIImJMelIDQ/w640-h480/Me%20and%20my%20precious%20angels.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This picture is a few years old. When I see pictures now, I can hardly recognize these children and I cannot put into words how much I miss them. </div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEHVWCO_t81dYbyHNAMJfXEDRGmYJgMz9eW8wWbh6jXWlVK7r8qpxtO2YbxAoS8XTLRZ0mLJH-Wb_LbtEEQ1_ZPp5CYnDuGxBJoS1ONJ7hS0YcxuWxSV6Gte3GJ9y4IPHXLU1jdXqOcEDaI1f-S7DP2UVcLCEcaY0tXd4rmTzpCLLbDQJ7wdg9vX1g1Q/s1703/house.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1215" data-original-width="1703" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEHVWCO_t81dYbyHNAMJfXEDRGmYJgMz9eW8wWbh6jXWlVK7r8qpxtO2YbxAoS8XTLRZ0mLJH-Wb_LbtEEQ1_ZPp5CYnDuGxBJoS1ONJ7hS0YcxuWxSV6Gte3GJ9y4IPHXLU1jdXqOcEDaI1f-S7DP2UVcLCEcaY0tXd4rmTzpCLLbDQJ7wdg9vX1g1Q/w640-h456/house.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>In order to make sure our kids have a trade under their belt, we are building a small house they can stay in when they must leave HOA at 18-years-old. This will only be for girls as the boys are still young. Thank you Ames Family Foundation for your kind hearts. We're thinking of making some more "John's John" over here.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/8qMFHfP0B8k" width="320" youtube-src-id="8qMFHfP0B8k"></iframe></div><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>We had to have this video put on YouTube for it to work properly for sound but this is our surprise for you. <b> Every child at Home of Angels is now speaking fluent English</b> like Lovisa is here. Lovisa is the same girl that acted in the "Human Project" a few years ago. Before that, she rarely ever spoke. The children wanted to thank the Ptarmigan family for the education they're getting so our shy Lovisa volunteered to speak. They are all so grateful for the education they're getting here.</p><p>I have to share one more thing. In our nursery school, the tiny little ones are learning English also. They go home after school each day, have dinner and continue speaking English. The families are so surprised and are learning a few words from them. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348966715303045708.post-4880153894431287202022-05-27T17:00:00.000-07:002022-05-27T17:00:49.599-07:00Joy in Difficult Times<p> Are you one of those people that find yourself in the midst of uncertainty, confusion and chaos with what's happening in our world today? How easy it is to lose sight of everything we have to be thankful for in times like these? Let's look for the broken places, trusting God to give us the wisdom and skills to make them whole again.</p><p>In 2009, when Edwin and I started, this entire picture below was bush with maybe a couple of homes. It was a coffee plantation that was given to Edwin by his father to build one home for homeless children. Edwin and his friends cleared it and in 2010 Home of Angels was born. Edwin and I want you all to know that this wasn't just us who made this happen. It was God and He used this old lady and a loaf of banana bread together with a young man in Uganda who's heart was also to help children. He brought many of you to partner with us, encourage us, help me to bake the 15,000+ loaves of banana bread and most importantly, pray for us to succeed. Thank's to all of you for being part of our journey.</p><div>Many of you are asking about your sponsored child. We have eleven older children that are attending schools six days per week outside the walls of our home. Hope and Desire are currently attending YWAM north of us and the younger children are also attending our Primary and Nursery school six days a week. With COVID, the rains and interruptions in communication, it's been difficult to get pictures until now. I hope you see your child in one of the pictures below. Another question asked is, how is Home of Angels set up? Thank goodness for Google Earth because now you can see the three compounds and where each building is located. Our medical clinic and gardens are near and within walking distance. </div><p>Another question many of you are asking is "What are our future plans?" There's only one answer and that's to become self-sufficient where Edwin and Precious will be able to operate on their own. This won't be tomorrow of course, but we're working on ideas to make it a reality in the next couple of years. We want to get our church in full operation; the Trade Centre up and running where our children will be able to learn a trade when phasing out so they will survive on their own. We've recently been recognized for this. It's not easy for children leaving homes at 18-years old to survive without any training. Because of that, the officials in Jinja have asked permission to use Home of Angels as an example for other homes.</p><p>Of course!! Let's get everyone doing this and help these kids. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTuTqa6uRNoKSHps31GIa5T50E2DXBeALWx5fjYM0jLMl-nBHKbDTfEcGzfVsUGwLtwSSlOK0NZX9diLSF_LlV6tD-RVhIaErxu5y3uMz7ahRndK-G-CSL_iS_nTduczZaZg8XRhSFVe2On0P8NAGmAV5SMY7ex9nmFohX7k1ntrvDMQMZPTwyamwpVw/s2022/Map%20Home%20of%20Angels%202.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2022" data-original-width="1718" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTuTqa6uRNoKSHps31GIa5T50E2DXBeALWx5fjYM0jLMl-nBHKbDTfEcGzfVsUGwLtwSSlOK0NZX9diLSF_LlV6tD-RVhIaErxu5y3uMz7ahRndK-G-CSL_iS_nTduczZaZg8XRhSFVe2On0P8NAGmAV5SMY7ex9nmFohX7k1ntrvDMQMZPTwyamwpVw/w544-h640/Map%20Home%20of%20Angels%202.png" width="544" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We've come a long way from one little house for boys. The community has built up all around us and honestly, we have been so blessed by this. They help us and we help them and it's worked out very well.</div><div>This diagram shows the church without a roof but in reality, everything is finished except the seats. The wood for the pews for 500 people has been drying for two months and now the men are working hard to make them. It should be another month before completion, hopefully for the next blog.</div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3I3GXogocTqDqskyDSMzbCDONzDxxglCcIufwjuSpFSMo7pj9YmVa13eqxv5ZMYNNvC_jBuaal3MQnfKZFQ337jxUQGIRMsbJgA9-_FE8uQvLKptl9ZiOAw4wa12KVQyjcZGm81G8xnjKXtbs8GIKv6B7VfJanKnUZ3HLXCwEf1SFPUmwr815IV3CKQ/s1016/Big%20Girls.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="762" data-original-width="1016" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3I3GXogocTqDqskyDSMzbCDONzDxxglCcIufwjuSpFSMo7pj9YmVa13eqxv5ZMYNNvC_jBuaal3MQnfKZFQ337jxUQGIRMsbJgA9-_FE8uQvLKptl9ZiOAw4wa12KVQyjcZGm81G8xnjKXtbs8GIKv6B7VfJanKnUZ3HLXCwEf1SFPUmwr815IV3CKQ/w640-h480/Big%20Girls.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I have to tell you who these girls are because you might not recognize them. Right to left is Zakia, Annet, Mariam and Eva. Yes, they are now allowed to grow their hair. These are some of the older girls that will be phasing out of Home of Angels in 2023. They're currently learning to sew and doing quite well I'm told. These are also my banana bread "queens". They all learned to make it when I was there, so now with their new oven for baking, they can get all the practice in they need. </div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGvIR_hfwoniRKa86mLTsgbr0Xlvp97wFVZF6TPztwGQBCukamtBROhm62wRPcJlTDLfPvVlTJujbJ7wwoqC2Rzt6a8DnabP5SMpgoUlFV-RFBhR-r4Knc8pZkRRORtK4G9Ajc9XPqXgz05Gq8KJgfn-RiEwVIWwkrDj6TGlkTrwOYsFiMzXh5GXlWWA/s1016/Big%20People.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="762" data-original-width="1016" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGvIR_hfwoniRKa86mLTsgbr0Xlvp97wFVZF6TPztwGQBCukamtBROhm62wRPcJlTDLfPvVlTJujbJ7wwoqC2Rzt6a8DnabP5SMpgoUlFV-RFBhR-r4Knc8pZkRRORtK4G9Ajc9XPqXgz05Gq8KJgfn-RiEwVIWwkrDj6TGlkTrwOYsFiMzXh5GXlWWA/w640-h480/Big%20People.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>From left to right we have Zakia, Ivan, Sam, James and Junior. The girls are Mariam, Eva, Annet and Joanne. It's been two years + since I've been back and I'm having a little trouble recognizing them now. They have turned into amazing young adults and we are very proud of all of them.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikWmC6haEfoVQlf1E5oMM6PRhZBbTuRWU1Wpm5LoW9mooCQJ9v_7cGNjnV0Tip38Ews9vrnrM4SpHt7QMWd_-9mx1WuVYKna9yZJKcjSNiaU3Uo8iQE4Bhw6cifJ9Lo2dTDGYf5EmU-jUTtUFpwHKnz7N3HkhWYSaER342wtI4PHT6C1DC-XGlLX2cuA/s1016/Little%20Boys.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="762" data-original-width="1016" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikWmC6haEfoVQlf1E5oMM6PRhZBbTuRWU1Wpm5LoW9mooCQJ9v_7cGNjnV0Tip38Ews9vrnrM4SpHt7QMWd_-9mx1WuVYKna9yZJKcjSNiaU3Uo8iQE4Bhw6cifJ9Lo2dTDGYf5EmU-jUTtUFpwHKnz7N3HkhWYSaER342wtI4PHT6C1DC-XGlLX2cuA/w640-h480/Little%20Boys.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Back Row</b> - left to right: Elijah, Yasin, Eddie, Frank, Alan, Silas and Paul </div><div><b>Front Row</b> - left to right: Jimmy, Jeremiah, Andy, David, Yahigha and Eric </div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKKK48OZBSSlVmPb6zdqfuNBwo4htYXyrafR2REBqaJiH0jRxROg2g1Xstn_0DniE6zuIYFDMTniOe0k6gyrhZdXtEpv7QJ2Urky2v89EGFT9gX5vuVn_suHAj7PMiWNYf84UzSuzxFAvNgQp1_96kIbV9t_pKBwmFQSWi9VTrHam5Ybd7wXR49Lk6fw/s1016/All%20Little.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="762" data-original-width="1016" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKKK48OZBSSlVmPb6zdqfuNBwo4htYXyrafR2REBqaJiH0jRxROg2g1Xstn_0DniE6zuIYFDMTniOe0k6gyrhZdXtEpv7QJ2Urky2v89EGFT9gX5vuVn_suHAj7PMiWNYf84UzSuzxFAvNgQp1_96kIbV9t_pKBwmFQSWi9VTrHam5Ybd7wXR49Lk6fw/w640-h480/All%20Little.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Front Row </b>- left to right: Joweli, Remme, Andy, Sammi, Jeremiah, David and Yahigha</div><div><b>Middle Row</b> - left to right: Yasin, Betty, Paul, Silas, Eddie, Alan, Chloe and Precious</div><div><b>Back Row</b> - left to right: Lovisa, Ratisha, Frank, Elijah, Bridget, Barbra and Tracy</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzFc0U_wVdQpKHAQuK2fgVR9wqP0zpG2_14MJtoLn1a2O4TpD-Fp-acNmkA4MgazdjHdJFnO9TeV3G1dWnpTw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">Lovisa teaching the kids a traditional dance</div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_fGKecpmfrWHPrjzwjCnh2ndP3zuGhOFljaWGCYCcjx_FjolB6WMXLSxBdjLJzUJX24CYoU8geC54GSJoW-Oa7R0GpYgPyJHNcUW9GXA2PLqThuYOfDrGoCnm9kirMQzEbQWXDtshEzpUWY7ni-Rem9r1y6luN6Pv2gY7QZdkKB-UuhpjymA-JumXrA/s960/Bible%20School.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_fGKecpmfrWHPrjzwjCnh2ndP3zuGhOFljaWGCYCcjx_FjolB6WMXLSxBdjLJzUJX24CYoU8geC54GSJoW-Oa7R0GpYgPyJHNcUW9GXA2PLqThuYOfDrGoCnm9kirMQzEbQWXDtshEzpUWY7ni-Rem9r1y6luN6Pv2gY7QZdkKB-UuhpjymA-JumXrA/w640-h360/Bible%20School.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The Bible school is almost finished on the outside with one large room completed on the inside. Pastor Richard has a network of nineteen pastors that he is currently working with that will use this one room until we can complete the rest of the school. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ioI1TK1X5K8byZT1E4_9R7XbKZUwFhBqtJn6VnuJdM9JfRHk37hCf3bi3zlWeEFlGQyshAcM5s8xcDZahDyz24XCvdQgmQVLMQAr0FHFs2QMA0zPRXWh3kCH6HeY-mtocrJMrA9N0DlmR4Iqh68owdmVTeNbaXIOP5cpC2ASWV0S9wLLyP43OlDQaw/s1000/Sula%20planting%20grass.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="563" data-original-width="1000" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ioI1TK1X5K8byZT1E4_9R7XbKZUwFhBqtJn6VnuJdM9JfRHk37hCf3bi3zlWeEFlGQyshAcM5s8xcDZahDyz24XCvdQgmQVLMQAr0FHFs2QMA0zPRXWh3kCH6HeY-mtocrJMrA9N0DlmR4Iqh68owdmVTeNbaXIOP5cpC2ASWV0S9wLLyP43OlDQaw/w640-h360/Sula%20planting%20grass.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Sula is planting grass in front of the Bible school. He plants one root at a time and it's always done to perfection. It turns out to be the thickest green grass I've ever seen and has absolutely no chemicals ever put on it. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiID3PcKkpaAzwDDwovelb_ORajbUZ0CBcpqjBhKFNvIkRC9mkH0uxy27y5WsCeujKVeTxPIIrtEFFVi_YDPJ3ZBgiB2t00RCMe9MUxPXswxoXbDBjHrCMwut6E5saTfyIeSWD79AJgXJys4_2yhQejOdfiEhHaToWDM1cjWqFkWlKoij4kDu8-V2BkoQ/s1016/Learning%20mats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1016" data-original-width="762" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiID3PcKkpaAzwDDwovelb_ORajbUZ0CBcpqjBhKFNvIkRC9mkH0uxy27y5WsCeujKVeTxPIIrtEFFVi_YDPJ3ZBgiB2t00RCMe9MUxPXswxoXbDBjHrCMwut6E5saTfyIeSWD79AJgXJys4_2yhQejOdfiEhHaToWDM1cjWqFkWlKoij4kDu8-V2BkoQ/w480-h640/Learning%20mats.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Edwin and Precious' friend has offered to teach our older children to make door mats to sell. These children will be the first group to leave, but before they do, they will be teaching their other brothers and sisters coming up behind them. We hope to teach a good variety of trades for their journey outside our gates.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Have a good summer everyone and thanks again for all you do to help us.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348966715303045708.post-39882640747914850932022-04-03T16:20:00.001-07:002022-04-03T16:20:28.884-07:00I Am With You<p> All of us at Home of Angels really believe that <b>He is with us</b>. As you read and see the pictures below, you'll understand that this could not have been done by Edwin, Precious and I alone. This project that started out to be <b>one</b> <b>small house</b> for a few kids out of a garbage dump who didn't want to be called orphans. Back in the day, Edwin felt he wanted to provide a Christmas party on the street for them; hire some aunties to cook and create a little happiness. He even went to the extent to buy star stickers for their foreheads. </p><p>Women even came from our community to prepare their food so they could celebrate the birth of Jesus. Everyone helping and everyone happy. Wow, that did it for me.....I was in 100%.</p><p>Almost thirteen years later throughout the rainy seasons, pandemics, famine and death, here we are by the grace of God still able to carry on helping the poor and the sick. It's unbelievable! And don't forget about <b>YOU ALL.</b> Whether you collected cans, and yes, almost $20,000 worth of cans from one dear lady; baked 100's of loaves of banana bread for some amazing fundraisers; donated for the construction of both schools, homes, church or sponsored a child. We're all so grateful. </p><p>It sounds like I'm saying goodbye....I'm not! We all just wanted you to know that by helping us, you've made a huge difference in the lives of so many people and I promised everyone in Uganda, I would be sure to let you know how grateful they are. Thanks for trusting them.</p><p>For the sponsors, I'm really sorry that the older kids aren't in any pictures. They are all attending school off the property, 5 days a week and it's difficult. But, the end of term is soon and they promised those pictures on their holidays. Get ready, you might not recognize them.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCPC31AvvNufy3Ny-ePoSbFcny9tGTIm3vK_qAoS8LeWO_mChH1C4f-8NPzMEmlhRUoVCY_zFPoC2n_1RvxWWFAd08_avh0aWetfaqzNZ5KrnJtwIbpBpwRIowmuquQdcCaMOKsKi5_N9NzmZwjsmq6Xr4Tjd40414Vigair72bftm2ErMhQsmkPM-gg/s1024/Feeding%20Garbage%20Dump.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCPC31AvvNufy3Ny-ePoSbFcny9tGTIm3vK_qAoS8LeWO_mChH1C4f-8NPzMEmlhRUoVCY_zFPoC2n_1RvxWWFAd08_avh0aWetfaqzNZ5KrnJtwIbpBpwRIowmuquQdcCaMOKsKi5_N9NzmZwjsmq6Xr4Tjd40414Vigair72bftm2ErMhQsmkPM-gg/w640-h480/Feeding%20Garbage%20Dump.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>A Christmas party on the streets of Jinja for children in the garbage dumps. Aunties that gave up their time to make a difference for these children, cooking and serving many hungry young ones. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheVx-mE7UBdsBZLltPS-teNf6av1W7hM5DVoFdz6oO7QoMzQCqqhAHt-rzFjr6FZidgRhOBYVSwvldh9OZ6R7Nnjj6oidfkscORr6DHDdIBSLxoD_GJKcvRtPs5gx4DSGAFe3rDDaWsi9EJktZMhO44weIDdC5nKTj5kSHIjgCsEVzyMZ2LF55WostzA/s1000/Andy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheVx-mE7UBdsBZLltPS-teNf6av1W7hM5DVoFdz6oO7QoMzQCqqhAHt-rzFjr6FZidgRhOBYVSwvldh9OZ6R7Nnjj6oidfkscORr6DHDdIBSLxoD_GJKcvRtPs5gx4DSGAFe3rDDaWsi9EJktZMhO44weIDdC5nKTj5kSHIjgCsEVzyMZ2LF55WostzA/w640-h480/Andy.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The three new kids are getting along well at Home of Angels. Here we have little Andy pretending to be a a motorcycle driver taking Jeremiah and Remme to shop in town.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggqXr7EN5LteNIlN6s565eiZ7vbfkf2FcH7o2WiO9l3vOmx24zzEMP0aIzC7Agt5IsX8GlZXi_Z2-JC2x4HDSAAsaWnaF85J2xlVTrYoDDPH1YMGCGUFh0p-un-XTdTiqcwhjiKcGIvJneWWhogzh59CGFqXBFVVVPTDuLiGMbCzPx97LiuwmyAT3VYw/s1280/HOA%20Kids%20for%20school.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggqXr7EN5LteNIlN6s565eiZ7vbfkf2FcH7o2WiO9l3vOmx24zzEMP0aIzC7Agt5IsX8GlZXi_Z2-JC2x4HDSAAsaWnaF85J2xlVTrYoDDPH1YMGCGUFh0p-un-XTdTiqcwhjiKcGIvJneWWhogzh59CGFqXBFVVVPTDuLiGMbCzPx97LiuwmyAT3VYw/w640-h480/HOA%20Kids%20for%20school.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>These are the children from Home of Angels that are in Primary school. It was their first day so they all didn't have all their uniforms yet.</div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTeV1w7aRADOKjVupeO7LKIqmpvA0CZRj0VyzXhv2cBMOtpM5jbb3DBFUNR-p-8mfrFU98TyNCK9mIGmZxn18yXxXPQUypWxcgQyE7ZBdcnx96f2KoxNbuh-rgQoA74SmrQl-7s5FQKkV5ZU7ZMLaNaH9KywSE3whkWoqpGa7JB4xG9vmQd07LnA_LfQ/s960/Primary%203%20ages%2011-13.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTeV1w7aRADOKjVupeO7LKIqmpvA0CZRj0VyzXhv2cBMOtpM5jbb3DBFUNR-p-8mfrFU98TyNCK9mIGmZxn18yXxXPQUypWxcgQyE7ZBdcnx96f2KoxNbuh-rgQoA74SmrQl-7s5FQKkV5ZU7ZMLaNaH9KywSE3whkWoqpGa7JB4xG9vmQd07LnA_LfQ/w640-h360/Primary%203%20ages%2011-13.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is an example of one of the classrooms in P-4. The desks for every level were hand-made.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpcBHaKVOPjC9Tc1vYpWp7yBm0VHuDerUe2ACCyEhFUZnreu3GonlfiN069klSVa3QbO2DnmjsSFIiU-TuNgKKSHJLVscoFmE4GncCWM2Mc1uhXiu_4vGOzr8jCjrI_pG-EEweIj_5GsfqLZVM5kGTx3kQde3a3J90iiL29MXbxv9ZoNBaIvBRis6JZA/s1080/Primary%201%20ages%206-10.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpcBHaKVOPjC9Tc1vYpWp7yBm0VHuDerUe2ACCyEhFUZnreu3GonlfiN069klSVa3QbO2DnmjsSFIiU-TuNgKKSHJLVscoFmE4GncCWM2Mc1uhXiu_4vGOzr8jCjrI_pG-EEweIj_5GsfqLZVM5kGTx3kQde3a3J90iiL29MXbxv9ZoNBaIvBRis6JZA/w640-h480/Primary%201%20ages%206-10.jpg" width="640" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The wall outside the Primary school and the Trade Center is being painted.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTYyzFiBryL_DHvutWOpBbta2AkYX9QPZzBaRTeOUwCv5CitEiHWkclYV8Eem3ZR8yIaobZ30xOAg-GBfCiZ2XfnCfV3WzmCm-FLvU9JDFfIO5da0V7KGtK5SVAkY8MUokS9fxxtSSvXGs5B7WQs6PPt3mJwydXn9AydELEfyZEtFbTWv_NEu5ZKXVXw/s1600/Trade%20Center.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTYyzFiBryL_DHvutWOpBbta2AkYX9QPZzBaRTeOUwCv5CitEiHWkclYV8Eem3ZR8yIaobZ30xOAg-GBfCiZ2XfnCfV3WzmCm-FLvU9JDFfIO5da0V7KGtK5SVAkY8MUokS9fxxtSSvXGs5B7WQs6PPt3mJwydXn9AydELEfyZEtFbTWv_NEu5ZKXVXw/w640-h480/Trade%20Center.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Trade Center where they will be learning to bake, sew, make soap and door mats</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXvlI5XhdgBPHgzWab03BK9sDkFGP3j4ENn4-yi-_qklsHxfrxGCA7nXqrYTAOkaXWWQIeUVAlro4M9kVjHJ8_q5Ohzrl4jbQthLA1uhmnTicy8CyatMjTCxeq_oB-c071qp8Ehabj5aER4KaeTQlghM199Wn1pJAADMWYEsvJ43rIMz6ygSfPGe08uA/s992/Sewing%20Room.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="744" data-original-width="992" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXvlI5XhdgBPHgzWab03BK9sDkFGP3j4ENn4-yi-_qklsHxfrxGCA7nXqrYTAOkaXWWQIeUVAlro4M9kVjHJ8_q5Ohzrl4jbQthLA1uhmnTicy8CyatMjTCxeq_oB-c071qp8Ehabj5aER4KaeTQlghM199Wn1pJAADMWYEsvJ43rIMz6ygSfPGe08uA/w640-h480/Sewing%20Room.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The girls are doing very well at learning to sew and loving it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BmV8uh0HJMfSxaIn_3CArbYrifYIZE2H1DjaUIo9UBKj_oo2nqPxh4-hs0kTSQk_V61HRnKRl54iQd0h0PwtkSEdCm6VtUsNKi3_iQn2_CYsiW_GeYNhQzOy0vKOW9CUtAGNr5kdIHbs1yp5K-mNSHEQvWPjGS33OiDBKJRSJL0JpF8Z_syr6AVILw/s1024/Soap.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="726" data-original-width="1024" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BmV8uh0HJMfSxaIn_3CArbYrifYIZE2H1DjaUIo9UBKj_oo2nqPxh4-hs0kTSQk_V61HRnKRl54iQd0h0PwtkSEdCm6VtUsNKi3_iQn2_CYsiW_GeYNhQzOy0vKOW9CUtAGNr5kdIHbs1yp5K-mNSHEQvWPjGS33OiDBKJRSJL0JpF8Z_syr6AVILw/w640-h454/Soap.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Multipurpose Soap</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqX6n20K97PI2ZRzFUlvsPXaOlO7Bc2BytN6M6u5PHZCQR-MnXpBJ3xkWfxrW9hpIb9a7q6ogL7g3TpEgvXasn8a3N_5SvAO0w0rBftuLCg7eqf4v_T8D8QSUkPnh98fTtmv1_ncuv-qfnpAwHDEzqCp_OO5OLSAvHre2xMHUrLedKO1-H7pmFgdMZiQ/s1080/Church.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqX6n20K97PI2ZRzFUlvsPXaOlO7Bc2BytN6M6u5PHZCQR-MnXpBJ3xkWfxrW9hpIb9a7q6ogL7g3TpEgvXasn8a3N_5SvAO0w0rBftuLCg7eqf4v_T8D8QSUkPnh98fTtmv1_ncuv-qfnpAwHDEzqCp_OO5OLSAvHre2xMHUrLedKO1-H7pmFgdMZiQ/w640-h480/Church.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The church is looking beautiful. The Minister of Health and Engineering in Jinja had their inspection and told us the windows had to be removed to be made larger for proper ventilation and for better lighting as we have many power outages in our area. Actually, a very good idea as it won't get so hot inside with as many as they're predicting to attend.</div></div></blockquote><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPBtAMyELOOotzCFNsqGJfksFy5o-E-o_8zwRcHLThtdMNyd0JKDhtIxqaNi-bAC5kjSezj2TX1m7-_lR0f2TeTo-cYNq8tlhXlO3eSrEOtr8oq3ArswnkCbPT_1S93xxPL-cOHZCtOMyjPvCgsJqOAKTEm-lRbIwct4_XM6vH3FZXBcWavU9cfI7nYQ/s3264/Mariam%20&%20Yasin.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPBtAMyELOOotzCFNsqGJfksFy5o-E-o_8zwRcHLThtdMNyd0JKDhtIxqaNi-bAC5kjSezj2TX1m7-_lR0f2TeTo-cYNq8tlhXlO3eSrEOtr8oq3ArswnkCbPT_1S93xxPL-cOHZCtOMyjPvCgsJqOAKTEm-lRbIwct4_XM6vH3FZXBcWavU9cfI7nYQ/w640-h480/Mariam%20&%20Yasin.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div></div><br /><p>This is Mariam and Yasin's grandfather and with our kids in the background I can see that "God's Little Angel's Ministry" is out on a Sunday making a difference to the elderly and sick. These are bars of soap and food. Jaaja is almost 100-years old and can't move around at all now.</p><p><br /></p><p>Thank you for helping us make a difference in the lives of these children and in their communities.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348966715303045708.post-31944042783994856152022-03-02T09:57:00.000-08:002022-03-02T09:57:56.054-08:00When Our World Turns Upside-Down<p></p>The road of life often travels through uncharted territory. Some see it as a personal challenge while others, often strangers, will reach out and help each other to live their life in difficult situations. At our Home of Angels we feel that we have been called to help the helpless, especially widows and orphans, to give the personal touch, to be there for encouragement and comfort, but most of all to offer love. As Jesus said "Whoever welcomes this child in my name, welcomes me; and whoever welcomes me does not welcome me but the one who sent me." (Mark 9:37)<div><br /></div><div><div>Here we are twelve years later and at the point where the older children are phasing out of HOA. Hope and Desire passed their YWAM entrance exams with flying colours to study for one year in a northern town located near the borders of Sudan and the Democratic Republic of Congo. They will be returning at the end of each term for their holidays and hopefully work for us at the end of their studies. Thank you Joyce for providing this incredible gift for these girls.</div><div><p>With global warming and lack of COVID shots for 48,000,000 people, Uganda has suffered greatly but life must go on, right? If Edwin and Precious are not on the compound, they're more than likely attending funerals. On a good note, we've finally started constuction again; food is being planted and the sun is starting to peak out. </p><p>Edwin and Precious have found three children that would have been on their way to the streets if they hadn't intervened. Yes, they're sick, they're scared and they don't have any idea what it means to have food or be loved by others. Wow! are they in for a surprise. They're currently getting medical checkups and when approved by our doctor, they will enter our gates. There's always the fear of having to leave another home but they will realize in time, this family will love them and leaving is not in an issue.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Meet the Twins</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgTJEbN-JXx8FUdy9OC8UcwjiRht4jHD4Z1qGDSg49upRws-kT5MYgvsl8htnQZRT4yEvyTtoO7XxdNT7R4ImqBkFvXOACmU7pdllxCNyOpO6FLWJVP2vaXMH2nt-DU5NFuUC9Rsxr02Ld9pZ-ur0_nNUF_80yJv5zhZ8rBVUKP-H9DCqmi7rqPiL6Ifg=s1080" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgTJEbN-JXx8FUdy9OC8UcwjiRht4jHD4Z1qGDSg49upRws-kT5MYgvsl8htnQZRT4yEvyTtoO7XxdNT7R4ImqBkFvXOACmU7pdllxCNyOpO6FLWJVP2vaXMH2nt-DU5NFuUC9Rsxr02Ld9pZ-ur0_nNUF_80yJv5zhZ8rBVUKP-H9DCqmi7rqPiL6Ifg=w480-h640" width="480" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Meet Jeremiah and Remma his twin sister. Their mother was mentally challenged and raped. She delivered both children on the streets of Jinja and disappeared immediately after giving birth. The father is unknown, so the police took both babies to an orphanage. That orphanage closed five years later due to lack of money, so a village leader took both children into his home with five children of his own. When Precious found them, they were naked and had nothing but each other. In all her compassion, she brought them to Home of Angels to feed and clothe them. The village leader was finding it difficult to provide for them, so with recent permission from our probation officer, we have been able to bring them into a real family who were waiting for them. </p><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhPCKk5b1wKBI2A89JQEYWXA4K1puy2UHQiGJOTls0_v9ZnrO5voX-a68zvGccFvQne7_1rWWrqpMoneXZAk792ZlkFcpWNu_ZRBQEpT2mdS3ez-YK-Xszt6Rqrw14LcaX92KFJeFN972_axGiFnl63yfh6rWK2RQF5PUb4C2zJvAU8_oeItXIdFP4gng=s960" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="540" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhPCKk5b1wKBI2A89JQEYWXA4K1puy2UHQiGJOTls0_v9ZnrO5voX-a68zvGccFvQne7_1rWWrqpMoneXZAk792ZlkFcpWNu_ZRBQEpT2mdS3ez-YK-Xszt6Rqrw14LcaX92KFJeFN972_axGiFnl63yfh6rWK2RQF5PUb4C2zJvAU8_oeItXIdFP4gng=w360-h640" width="360" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meet little Andy. He had been given birth in a hospital, but immediately when his mother saw him, she was terrified and ran. His eyes were an abnormal white colour and she saw only cat's eyes. This relates to "albino" and in these countries this is very dangerous for children and adults. We have since found out that he has "ocular albinism" meaning only the eyes are white. His elderly grandmother took him but she already had eight other grandchildren and couldn't feed them. It was then that we decided to start the paperwork in order to give him a home. Because he was never given a name, they called him "Andy Gwhite" because of the colour of his eyes. Edwin and Precious really felt he needed protection and a whole bunch of love.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhx2GbhKx1eww_8r5fH8xvyNIU2YB7NP9R3K8j8XMTl5bPrK1oiwqSLvkJx7YyvFmUAyHp4UpNcoe-dEE7VVshe6leeaRLSqhuieiEao1WvUPN75LIo0xuLCOL4hF5YTYfOvWzWIOkTbaSublzm94GX0mg4kL4Mzik0o9yLFvlheVCcxw4xBJ4BASTZkg=s900" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="900" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhx2GbhKx1eww_8r5fH8xvyNIU2YB7NP9R3K8j8XMTl5bPrK1oiwqSLvkJx7YyvFmUAyHp4UpNcoe-dEE7VVshe6leeaRLSqhuieiEao1WvUPN75LIo0xuLCOL4hF5YTYfOvWzWIOkTbaSublzm94GX0mg4kL4Mzik0o9yLFvlheVCcxw4xBJ4BASTZkg=w640-h426" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Ptarmigan Primary School</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgUWA1QbgcxjFT77OESfJK9KEkNp-wLkj0JKTmdtbgmTub2WL46OzY2QRJDxskL0LaBR675GsclqpHNjlx03UrEGNhgT0RuufjxHDPhXgUFN54VDVWsMq0ynNer_23wgDPJT-07_L5NhVribHXk6qAXYuhbNEJoNCg2GB39W4fYWHO7VZsUeWWGeqXAWg=s1080" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgUWA1QbgcxjFT77OESfJK9KEkNp-wLkj0JKTmdtbgmTub2WL46OzY2QRJDxskL0LaBR675GsclqpHNjlx03UrEGNhgT0RuufjxHDPhXgUFN54VDVWsMq0ynNer_23wgDPJT-07_L5NhVribHXk6qAXYuhbNEJoNCg2GB39W4fYWHO7VZsUeWWGeqXAWg=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /><p> Our new gate to the school</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjlGLNHO0UrsfjaObOF8z1_5jvPpUuARNbHwMIB_e5gLlYQr022mG_MH0Hyl4PCiL2enAuR814HVWzO-5Lp2P9YFskY4tPFYb8FDs3FiIFPMeraS7QW-pdYqghveyagUks8HuJ3YEboeS9Odz2TwV5COetSLaFJyb6HtxuAu8p8gmTBv9rHr97vmdyi4g=s1080" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1080" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjlGLNHO0UrsfjaObOF8z1_5jvPpUuARNbHwMIB_e5gLlYQr022mG_MH0Hyl4PCiL2enAuR814HVWzO-5Lp2P9YFskY4tPFYb8FDs3FiIFPMeraS7QW-pdYqghveyagUks8HuJ3YEboeS9Odz2TwV5COetSLaFJyb6HtxuAu8p8gmTBv9rHr97vmdyi4g=w640-h426" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>Schools have finally started but it's sad that only two schools in our community were able to open their doors. HOA and a Muslim school. Throughout the two years of COVID-19 closures, teachers and owners had to find work elsewhere to survive. We were able to keep our qualified staff because of an amazing family that built this school. Ptarmigan Family Foundation cared enough to continue the support for their school in hopes that we will eventually be able to run it on our own with student fees. It's our aim to be self-sustainable and this will really help us to get there. Thanks to this wonderful family.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEipcRxRJd8LEYVb5hx0elBpeebHdfoNP29AZQx-YmX0Q84qn0nrRVLihAw1yhdbTPHjCZGOmaeZ_922j9YkkoUKxCRnvLjUf7EDx3KE-l9iatAbNbkM_nzJn2v5mA2pDyz-km0ObYq_05GtIhELR2-yCjvN79FR-YD-R6AK1Qd-XXl5iONyNXpSdj5Deg=s992" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="744" data-original-width="992" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEipcRxRJd8LEYVb5hx0elBpeebHdfoNP29AZQx-YmX0Q84qn0nrRVLihAw1yhdbTPHjCZGOmaeZ_922j9YkkoUKxCRnvLjUf7EDx3KE-l9iatAbNbkM_nzJn2v5mA2pDyz-km0ObYq_05GtIhELR2-yCjvN79FR-YD-R6AK1Qd-XXl5iONyNXpSdj5Deg=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>For the sponsors... can you find your child? You might not recognize them because I can hardly identify them from being gone for two years. All I can see now are beautiful smiles, but I remember when they came through our gates so scared and hungry. These kids have learned so much living at Home of Angels and we are convinced that one day they'll go out into the world making a difference.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg-uLs2t6KW3zhI3lBUbuOAGgKqcMNRFb6Dicnul0JHj72MOPusvW-6ifPQHWP4SdZ5-15D85hyLk5RtG3brTL9rq8hKTdJoXPEc4PcdXNu9RcuFPimny1riC8wMA-SrSmrPSDm2Y0hUb9ILXeJ_wDanJ-Wg3-7zmcJi1q92RDDXySKZhLK1YH08SG07Q=s900" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="900" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg-uLs2t6KW3zhI3lBUbuOAGgKqcMNRFb6Dicnul0JHj72MOPusvW-6ifPQHWP4SdZ5-15D85hyLk5RtG3brTL9rq8hKTdJoXPEc4PcdXNu9RcuFPimny1riC8wMA-SrSmrPSDm2Y0hUb9ILXeJ_wDanJ-Wg3-7zmcJi1q92RDDXySKZhLK1YH08SG07Q=w640-h426" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>There are currently 101 enrolled students going to Ptarmigan primary school. Parents that can afford schooling are bringing them from all different areas of Uganda and finding them housing for each term. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj24g7ZXosj-xe6neRe8J77yy_44DbPVm81U3XHAg_47GeEwCrBMfVpjK2U3F8Hf9T5XiCNr-Xy61DIJ1dk3SP2tCoV8h8tomZRxzd17BE31mqmKGZ-w29Mk8mQDvsYKMGUYYCBHAcWxpuZuAnv0YwMD3BJPyjUhlJcq6q4OTyNAQtFviu_MUuE36xaOQ=s4320" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3240" data-original-width="4320" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj24g7ZXosj-xe6neRe8J77yy_44DbPVm81U3XHAg_47GeEwCrBMfVpjK2U3F8Hf9T5XiCNr-Xy61DIJ1dk3SP2tCoV8h8tomZRxzd17BE31mqmKGZ-w29Mk8mQDvsYKMGUYYCBHAcWxpuZuAnv0YwMD3BJPyjUhlJcq6q4OTyNAQtFviu_MUuE36xaOQ=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Never would these children had ever thought they would have had the chance to attend a school and call themselves an "angel"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhPtPgLpXaA95qqJlMWnQJ1i9EnrSbeOq5GOhl3cNYuicNfsk8-m39zFPQ6wQDTpu9cXiVJHor6UJVuc4uPai9gdGMCN-jEKNYCjJnfre8LjRepXF-NV9xf3Ha171Fj6WHxRyIbRCZvfLR1NmBaVY6SXgyNyjHF5Z9gwLuM5JsQeDMFgMJz1-Zf6tRtCQ=s1080" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1080" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhPtPgLpXaA95qqJlMWnQJ1i9EnrSbeOq5GOhl3cNYuicNfsk8-m39zFPQ6wQDTpu9cXiVJHor6UJVuc4uPai9gdGMCN-jEKNYCjJnfre8LjRepXF-NV9xf3Ha171Fj6WHxRyIbRCZvfLR1NmBaVY6SXgyNyjHF5Z9gwLuM5JsQeDMFgMJz1-Zf6tRtCQ=w640-h426" width="640" /></a></div></span></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Nothing is impossible because here they all are, dressed in a real school uniform and learning to speak English. These children are from very poor families that live all around us. Every day they've watched the other kids coming to school but never dreamed they would have the same chance. Can you imagine how proud they are? This is just one of the reasons why our community cares so much for us. They know how much we've cared about them over the years also.</p><p><br /></p><p>No matter what's happening in our troubled world, we choose to smile and get on with the growing pains. We know that God is in full control and He won't be letting us down until we finish. Thanks to everyone for following our story and helping us to help these children and the many suffering around us.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: black; font-family: -webkit-standard; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: auto; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;"></p><p></p><p style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: black; font-family: -webkit-standard; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: auto; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;"> </p><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348966715303045708.post-35891019071707027592022-01-24T15:02:00.000-08:002022-01-24T15:02:26.084-08:00The Beauty of Brokenness<p> What is brokenness? I understand it as a state of strong emotional pain that stops someone from living a normal life. Twelve years ago when I arrived in Mpumudde, Uganda, that's what I witnessed for the first time. Watching children picking weeds on the side of the road so they wouldn't starve was an eye-opener for me. Brokenness, caused by poverty, homelessness and starvation, just to name a few. </p><p>We can't put everything back together at once but we can take each broken part and put it back piece by piece. Over the years Edwin basically went looking for these broken children, trusting God to give him the wisdom and skill in making them whole again. Today, with the help of his wonderful wife Precious, those children that were approved to live at Home of Angels are now put back together thriving as brothers and sisters in a home where they are loved.</p><p>This past month has been very difficult with COVID-19 at HOA and in the Jinja area. Both Edwin and Precious contracted it along with John, our contractor and his workers. The children were once again evacuated to Malindi village to prevent them for getting it too. Edwin had no chance for any updated pictures at this time so I thought it would be fun to surprise you with a video that we put on YouTube of the children and life around our community of Mpumudde.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://youtu.be/GVhxhs6RQcA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="716" data-original-width="1276" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiAuQoTkBgla2qQNInCCUhMlIE1wWKLjsxb2lVoyEGtfK_vwJxHge0BuiSWOwuAE4PaZ3SbC-w2aaShYtFyKz94wsLfqV6AX4noaHBJ9P2AUGm7RRbDsX8lZx8EmHQvDJZ6B690ybLABfcGdh8YtzRNqcIYMtpdUbPoTIAmW8n3wLsQTbYbJrsoXug7iQ=w427-h240" width="427" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Piece by piece, these children have been put back together. Look at the results!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Due to our economic environment, some of our long-time sponsors have had to suspend their sponsorships. If anyone would be interested in filling their spots, please let me know and I will send you an introduction and information of that child's life. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjjhqJhffehVdUkUBrAfdFMqKMPVzfWua4_AB43MxxcaxNBEciSB2yzRH7ihY3TJxpg0iODoL9R9aNkdiX0MixTp5624F5Pe30N1IzBZHpTZ90RI5cMhqFaBP_bC9Xgxr81Vn5gegXLotD7GXRJgynGN8tAQQtKtlu5t4pkikXs7d4vEEVkafWFfe9Akg=s520" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="520" height="370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjjhqJhffehVdUkUBrAfdFMqKMPVzfWua4_AB43MxxcaxNBEciSB2yzRH7ihY3TJxpg0iODoL9R9aNkdiX0MixTp5624F5Pe30N1IzBZHpTZ90RI5cMhqFaBP_bC9Xgxr81Vn5gegXLotD7GXRJgynGN8tAQQtKtlu5t4pkikXs7d4vEEVkafWFfe9Akg=w640-h370" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The children in our Home of Angels have suffered tremendously in their short lives. These children have watched their parents die: abandoned to live alone on the streets and subjected to neglect and abuse. They've been targets for all sorts of cruelty.</div><div><br /></div><div>At our Home of Angels, we bring these children into a safe home; provide care, nutrition, support and much needed love.</div><div><br /></div><div>As a child sponsor, you can make a big difference in the life of one of these kids. For a minimum of $40.00 a month, or $480.00 annually, you can help us to raise a child. Just contact me for all the information and I will get right back to you. barb@jaajashomeofangels.com Thank-you.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you so much for standing with us to help the less fortunate in Uganda. Whether it was helping our orphaned children or the many suffering in our community from lack of food and water, "we" and "they" are truly grateful to you all for caring. God bless you all.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348966715303045708.post-75514785387108349382022-01-08T16:09:00.000-08:002022-01-08T16:09:45.071-08:00Unexpected Challenges<p>Life certainly is a journey! In the previous blog, I spoke about situations happening with floods here in the farming community of Abbotsford, wiping out thousands of animals and destroying many farms. Also, in Uganda, stories regarding death from starvation because of almost two years of lockdown. Our journey often travels through uncharted territory when the path ahead isn't clearly visible, but whatever uncertainty or challenges we might face, the Light is always with us. Even in our times of genuine struggle and pain, we can know God's peace and permit it to rule our hearts. That's what Edwin and Precious are currently doing as they both have contracted this nasty virus COVID-19. The children and staff have all been evacuated to Malindi village where Edwin's family is looking after them until it's safe. Our compound is being protected by our guards and police while the workers are continuing to build the church. </p><p>Due to lack of current informaton, I thought it might be fun for a change to send some pictures of what I experienced while I was on my learning curve in Uganda. It opened my eyes and it will make you all understand how blessed we are to have what we have. Also, will you please pray for Edwin and Precious that they get well soon and can resume their normal life. Thank you!</p><p><br /></p><p>Our Aunties heard that in Canada, we make cakes for weddings. They had a special friend who was getting married and wanted me to make them one. We didn't have an oven at that time ...... so </p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: left;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgUgIfgHsknnKJUoRLzuWRD-75GoWPzyqIyB49gwmjGVI5cs9-OsjfBHK9slkzwlyukGJRLm8JUu-UZgqTbMeVsHPpNnENJQiUSO2lg_kMyyVItFi23XAz0RnUifn3XpornXyh9yDoQ7rh_ZQPUcjIQqb4RjoxjXCAU85RZA_HX_TcyFccQvpY9RLag8g=s2592" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="1936" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgUgIfgHsknnKJUoRLzuWRD-75GoWPzyqIyB49gwmjGVI5cs9-OsjfBHK9slkzwlyukGJRLm8JUu-UZgqTbMeVsHPpNnENJQiUSO2lg_kMyyVItFi23XAz0RnUifn3XpornXyh9yDoQ7rh_ZQPUcjIQqb4RjoxjXCAU85RZA_HX_TcyFccQvpY9RLag8g=w238-h320" width="238" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiDoBUlxoqZdLp_f7a2HjX-tIMKuIcyUAFvijVSuTyJf8cddvE14SPqkY9fEq5-u2JOii5E48nIZvWJouHKtltzBEhFWZp3bar1HhmmEzEfh89X40696TKmp49cW2W376Aae7abTABHjKHlWDpaLQ-9iYCj2WPGiw2veJvQxVuozKZq0wzUR-Ybvua72w=s2592" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="1936" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiDoBUlxoqZdLp_f7a2HjX-tIMKuIcyUAFvijVSuTyJf8cddvE14SPqkY9fEq5-u2JOii5E48nIZvWJouHKtltzBEhFWZp3bar1HhmmEzEfh89X40696TKmp49cW2W376Aae7abTABHjKHlWDpaLQ-9iYCj2WPGiw2veJvQxVuozKZq0wzUR-Ybvua72w=w238-h320" width="238" /></a></p></blockquote><p style="text-align: left;"> Out comes the charcoal pot and we heat it up! So far so good! Mix the ingredients and in they go.</p><p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgaQb_CaDCBC5vbsoVLUzOMviHrDuE42Ojy2ArnH3v9BwFQx01dUkZE5rKrhILBvkzugIHgR-ewdIrWy_NgIqhoqw84BjyibKOM-6jnIr6aTse9UXMYx3ueVTCdkxvcKCBgPj_QdUW6-DaMiYR0_UgYBVeJovZvOVLhJMkcxPOXS28Sap454jdTlOgC8Q=s2592" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: right;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="1936" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgaQb_CaDCBC5vbsoVLUzOMviHrDuE42Ojy2ArnH3v9BwFQx01dUkZE5rKrhILBvkzugIHgR-ewdIrWy_NgIqhoqw84BjyibKOM-6jnIr6aTse9UXMYx3ueVTCdkxvcKCBgPj_QdUW6-DaMiYR0_UgYBVeJovZvOVLhJMkcxPOXS28Sap454jdTlOgC8Q=w476-h640" width="476" /></a></p></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: center;">Voila.....a wedding cake</p><p></p></blockquote><p style="text-align: center;">Don't ask any questions....I have no idea 👌 </p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p><br /></p></blockquote><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9dMIEnqDihYpftbQBWA81mXQ5lOF2lgVRkPDDwJFdmM9lvsOsD00JkONxe9YQRRapiC8Ov9V_hY0EGLRa6SxfJdln6rxy8Xedvqt9YM0ieTCxG_8qwG15JlV85EaJWyOK7NlfvR7_kC_kD_8iEkgS6AYQxtOLu_l2YAn6r-MNPHwsMZ_kAPg1Mq6Rgg=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9dMIEnqDihYpftbQBWA81mXQ5lOF2lgVRkPDDwJFdmM9lvsOsD00JkONxe9YQRRapiC8Ov9V_hY0EGLRa6SxfJdln6rxy8Xedvqt9YM0ieTCxG_8qwG15JlV85EaJWyOK7NlfvR7_kC_kD_8iEkgS6AYQxtOLu_l2YAn6r-MNPHwsMZ_kAPg1Mq6Rgg=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p></p><p>It's mandatory for school uniforms to be pressed each day and I noticed the older girls were taking turns in the grass hut doing something each night. I know I'm old but I don't think I remember this iron. </p><p></p></blockquote><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKI9H8ORo7djR7s2JhZvu3HNDE5a8Eii4E0eEmNp3Z-DJzGoV4C-UoK4vfaJ3G-TqFKitsPxf1sjkR3jVBCY2ZFfYhi_TW9qf4IyABD5Z-hF0Gi2RH_pCf_dlzu96wJlqlSrkrCWMUez0-qoztj25fR7pj6ee_gRcTHUtRIwwZBfiucPVSPcwFQpFFCA=s3597" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2939" data-original-width="3597" height="522" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKI9H8ORo7djR7s2JhZvu3HNDE5a8Eii4E0eEmNp3Z-DJzGoV4C-UoK4vfaJ3G-TqFKitsPxf1sjkR3jVBCY2ZFfYhi_TW9qf4IyABD5Z-hF0Gi2RH_pCf_dlzu96wJlqlSrkrCWMUez0-qoztj25fR7pj6ee_gRcTHUtRIwwZBfiucPVSPcwFQpFFCA=w640-h522" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>Our dear James, who for one year (2009) helped Edwin clear the original coffee plantation to build a small house for garbage dump kids. That's how we started....one little home, but as you know things changed. James himself dug three bore holes like this one and never complained. By 2019, his body was broken and as much as he didn't want to leave, we covered all his expenses and moved him back to his village of birth to heal. He will never be forgotten for his dedication.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhd2nBiszmHMy1Y8caW88nHfPAxU2YD4Iyd_RRPKZuUsTEXfs2a-VpSNYo6rmfJoL7vfT1Jrx1n_5teiVGuAW-PEpkRSm5mXe0_YtI2s3TNfeKz09fNobNxm6Aal5GGfsaxqQFL3YUZ43euvzlDoSG8OihKiRN4akh_YDKZxqRZzB1HZrsZ80YFuqixmw=s1024" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhd2nBiszmHMy1Y8caW88nHfPAxU2YD4Iyd_RRPKZuUsTEXfs2a-VpSNYo6rmfJoL7vfT1Jrx1n_5teiVGuAW-PEpkRSm5mXe0_YtI2s3TNfeKz09fNobNxm6Aal5GGfsaxqQFL3YUZ43euvzlDoSG8OihKiRN4akh_YDKZxqRZzB1HZrsZ80YFuqixmw=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p>This little sweetheart almost lived with us in the beginning with her brother Grace. Yes, a boys name in Uganda. She would always want to help us no matter how difficult or dirty the job. I'm not sure if she was trying to be a Muzungu (white person) but to this day, she and Grace always know when I come back, climbing the tree on their property to welcome me and ask if I have a soccer ball for them. Of course!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgCS02sX3mGGbgbnoOKXlkM-GN0Vp_b4LKd6H9kjmgUtRMFUBsgr5lWMAKkevBVt2Uo2aL-TAZuFN8250N0GcLwZ_Fezw_bGggTVbYYUSdy-6yfs-G7q85fGVjpgvvH24355GELuS8OtZonWJsvS4d2qcCIucn5EMkIKPM3oUmmkHoSUJOGXUdVYKH9Og=s4000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgCS02sX3mGGbgbnoOKXlkM-GN0Vp_b4LKd6H9kjmgUtRMFUBsgr5lWMAKkevBVt2Uo2aL-TAZuFN8250N0GcLwZ_Fezw_bGggTVbYYUSdy-6yfs-G7q85fGVjpgvvH24355GELuS8OtZonWJsvS4d2qcCIucn5EMkIKPM3oUmmkHoSUJOGXUdVYKH9Og=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>If you haven't heard the story of how we were able to dig our Home of Angels borehole, it was because of amazing friends, Laury and Tom who sold their cow "Faithful" to raise the money to do it. When we finally reached water, our specialist Dennis came and hooked up the hoses to fill jerry cans. The entire community was invited. This meant not having to walk 8 kilometres that day to fetch water and they were so excited. After hooking up the hose, Dennis decided to do something never done before. Spray the kids!! I think it was the first time they've ever felt water on their bodies like this and look at these faces. Mom's were horrified. How could they waste water?? We knew we were pumping 5,000 litres/hour and we had lots, so not to worry. To this day, 11 years later, it's the same pressure. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEguiOpDJjKlProsoGuPGxfevEtlRvdkgEZ4vvs7B-LTEfLmkDC95yF6B0mTV3gpjXkdu936TThq4RnI8oRIzioGnLiK4tf7aFpYh5R8PdHYmkV374XDO4swYFgR_a46sPrFNxxJ_WmNqfHP3GyJ-dlGhq3gX3gPZdTQW1QtIqlaJjMYevxG-b72nTs-eA=s640" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEguiOpDJjKlProsoGuPGxfevEtlRvdkgEZ4vvs7B-LTEfLmkDC95yF6B0mTV3gpjXkdu936TThq4RnI8oRIzioGnLiK4tf7aFpYh5R8PdHYmkV374XDO4swYFgR_a46sPrFNxxJ_WmNqfHP3GyJ-dlGhq3gX3gPZdTQW1QtIqlaJjMYevxG-b72nTs-eA=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">We ordered electricity for the compound and to get it usually took months. It was on a Saturday when Edwin and I went to the compound to see what was happening, when a large truck with 9 men and poles came toward us. I had a movie camera given to me by Global TV and when I saw them I told them they were being filmed. Quietly they continued on, removing the poles from the truck, hauling each one into a position where they dug a hole with what looked like a large stick. I never saw any equipment. Up they went; into the ground and the men left. I was filming the entire time. Sunday, we returned. The wires were up, electrical box attached to the house and electricity was on. Every neighbour called Edwin to find out how much he had to bribe them. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhyp5AlmKkqhSBvJaOgrMFXfnDz-BokcvLZe9azXiLWbZPo3ipchDc4Ekozt1m3xkzOjpNQlfm4dm6Zxrh61inXEToA4N31ZjjOQki77DZYk_IMI4WFTGSPI5wCWYlV_Atez0DB7b1DLf-Y8DF6N4bTO4sidgQL-mTk6TVZKY2cqOAdh98NoORGmKHRWA=s4320" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3240" data-original-width="4320" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhyp5AlmKkqhSBvJaOgrMFXfnDz-BokcvLZe9azXiLWbZPo3ipchDc4Ekozt1m3xkzOjpNQlfm4dm6Zxrh61inXEToA4N31ZjjOQki77DZYk_IMI4WFTGSPI5wCWYlV_Atez0DB7b1DLf-Y8DF6N4bTO4sidgQL-mTk6TVZKY2cqOAdh98NoORGmKHRWA=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>During our first year of construction, we had many children asking if they could come into our home and pick weeds. I never understood why at first but soon learned they had no food. They would pick the weeds to take home to cook for dinner. What a wake-up call that was for me. I started purchasing rice so they could at least have a rice-weed stew and they were so happy. I learned later these kids came from an abandoned orphanage close to our home. Since then, we have taken in an number of these children. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEimhLfl37jpvGYiX1q2XIKEEbaCI6Cl_q97AJimJ_5oGF7WBZ6MFPwum461ICbn506SdEy8rChPsNd1dklCv6qIyXd0VsAFWwMej0G1K0WLt8RsktwxAGGlZi4dwsr7ZgqaTcP8lqkmJrKpSfB8QXrmpzOmuYboflnwvbBWkYpnqNDh61PfLeWHnUTVTQ=s979" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="734" data-original-width="979" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEimhLfl37jpvGYiX1q2XIKEEbaCI6Cl_q97AJimJ_5oGF7WBZ6MFPwum461ICbn506SdEy8rChPsNd1dklCv6qIyXd0VsAFWwMej0G1K0WLt8RsktwxAGGlZi4dwsr7ZgqaTcP8lqkmJrKpSfB8QXrmpzOmuYboflnwvbBWkYpnqNDh61PfLeWHnUTVTQ=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>Our church is coming along well, even though we've had heavy rains and of course COVID-19 got in the way. The next picture I send will really give you an idea of how beautiful it is with the windows and doors put in and the bricks plastered. The community is getting very excited and so are we.</p><p>Thank you everyone who contributed to our Home of Angels throughout this past year. You have helped us fulfill our dreams of schools, food for the poor, Bibles and our beautiful church. You have helped us to raise each child in a way where they've felt real love and that they had a real family. Thank you for that.</p><p>I wanted to let you know also that Edwin and Precious are feeling much better. The children are still away until they can be sure not to contract anything. Thank you for your prayers.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348966715303045708.post-21738279878542670362021-12-06T13:05:00.000-08:002021-12-06T13:05:03.546-08:00Pulling Together<p>When our world turns upside down, how easily we can lose sight of everything we have to be thankful for. I've witnessed this lately both at home and in Uganda. In Canada I want to share with you stories of amazing groups of people coming to the rescue during our recent catastrophic floods. Almost everything was lost both on the Sumas Prairie and in towns to our north, but as one person called it, the "no-judgment zone" we witnessed strangers reaching out to help each other. It really brought a tear to my eye when I heard that volunteers at the Sikh temple had cooked 3,000 meals for the stranded. Not only that, but hiring helicopters to fly this food to them also. Secondly, there was the Vancouver Jewish Federation who helped the victims by raising $248,000 in just one week. And we recently heard that the Islamic Relief in Ontario has come to the victims aide by supplying food throughout B.C. It is so wonderful to see different faiths and cultures working together as a team, reaching out in tangible ways of encouragement by setting an example and lending a helping hand along the way. Our entire world should behave this way.</p><p>In Uganda, there's no possible way to determine how many people currently have or have had COVID. A population of 48,000,000 people with only 4.75 vaccinated amounts to 2% of the country. Starvation is still increasing with many perishing. Children running to the streets thinking they will find food are ending up in the garbage dumps. But in all this devastation, we thank the many of you who continue to help us help the helpless in both our community and for the operation of our Home of Angels. Thanks to Richard and his family once again for donating enough food to feed the elderly, the polio victims and the many sick who are without hope. </p><p>Whether it's here at home or somewhere in the world, we all face overwhelming troubles that can make us anxious and burdened with worry. After Jesus affirms that the greatest treasures are not earthly or temporary, He encourages us to release our anxious thoughts. He loves and provides for us so we don't have to waste our precious time worrying. God knows our needs and He will take care of us. (Matthew 6:19-32)</p><p>Because of the rains and the lack of power with the village transformer down, it's been difficult for communication but I have to tell you that the next blog is going to be one of the best. </p><p>In the meantime, we'd like to share some pictures with you all.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-v7DG6WnqPlz538oeb06g-0DRM7bwZyGqKRNxoptDbr0afrhj134MVM5JaDCzhdWC0umvUntx8uSWHV4cEXn2Ucuczf5_RXQrURr_j2fAsvA8ajWzjPJ_8mWctVs3pnLuieg8sJsg2sAn/s2048/Abbotsford+Flood.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1363" data-original-width="2048" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-v7DG6WnqPlz538oeb06g-0DRM7bwZyGqKRNxoptDbr0afrhj134MVM5JaDCzhdWC0umvUntx8uSWHV4cEXn2Ucuczf5_RXQrURr_j2fAsvA8ajWzjPJ_8mWctVs3pnLuieg8sJsg2sAn/w640-h426/Abbotsford+Flood.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Devastation on the Sumas Prairie where thousands of animals perished and hundreds of farms are under water. 640,000 farm animals are known to have died. That total includes 628,000 poultry, 12,000 hogs and 420 dairy cows. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyUfgDDRZZVMhe-W7uHntkYhIS31SFdJpdeMZJd4_1_uG1lyIZEGNFPvXmpNbcc40sTVy9oU8QO5VPd892lkE9sH50PQLTTfq5BZ5RXzRPQSPfq11KXegIl1kpGECwBlnWc4pvnkpnXEOz/s1000/Start+of+roof.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyUfgDDRZZVMhe-W7uHntkYhIS31SFdJpdeMZJd4_1_uG1lyIZEGNFPvXmpNbcc40sTVy9oU8QO5VPd892lkE9sH50PQLTTfq5BZ5RXzRPQSPfq11KXegIl1kpGECwBlnWc4pvnkpnXEOz/w480-h640/Start+of+roof.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The timber has been joined together by a special iron to form a canopy. It was then raised by hand to start the process of finishing the roof. Can you imagine everything done by hand?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAdSoPf_Tr7l7YGGxiSPDGsfdZ_PsMw8dyJIkadDVCisdD_xEvGfPGjIqGe5PiIQ5H5BkH3z0Ra26stVSX1Gp7SN7PWpEAU2WJmuX5fGP8mOwR4sRZK2dM9b0HGxGWtiOhZV5MqtobgZdQ/s1000/Roof+starting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAdSoPf_Tr7l7YGGxiSPDGsfdZ_PsMw8dyJIkadDVCisdD_xEvGfPGjIqGe5PiIQ5H5BkH3z0Ra26stVSX1Gp7SN7PWpEAU2WJmuX5fGP8mOwR4sRZK2dM9b0HGxGWtiOhZV5MqtobgZdQ/w640-h480/Roof+starting.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Once this is completed 200 iron sheets will be raised and laid over the top.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWqjjdIIuk_LwKckzt40vSu5kVJjJ1QKlN3ClTHY3GBVLDKKwltOXHLX2JHRz-Z4JFznGHIEYTaFqOCNlgLoxiznAa_V1OtM6YCf3j935yrv1_aOBWFeoFMbxkdZoytlXqBYnsprGqL9qo/s1000/Paving+stones+down+.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWqjjdIIuk_LwKckzt40vSu5kVJjJ1QKlN3ClTHY3GBVLDKKwltOXHLX2JHRz-Z4JFznGHIEYTaFqOCNlgLoxiznAa_V1OtM6YCf3j935yrv1_aOBWFeoFMbxkdZoytlXqBYnsprGqL9qo/w640-h480/Paving+stones+down+.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">9,000 paving stones are being laid in front of Ptarmigan primary school and our new Bible school.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrvtDz5TqrVTjHg7bi3SONKxUhAV9LofB2qEnVda5C3MDz5bwCLRSdCFGwJBE9F6ifc89fgup57oMu2y-nHNcc3AV0aPgHtUmNl_VnC682fXDsPEumSIgHIXboNGpfPCV1JUiWuGSF4DBt/s1000/10kg+Pocho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="563" data-original-width="1000" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrvtDz5TqrVTjHg7bi3SONKxUhAV9LofB2qEnVda5C3MDz5bwCLRSdCFGwJBE9F6ifc89fgup57oMu2y-nHNcc3AV0aPgHtUmNl_VnC682fXDsPEumSIgHIXboNGpfPCV1JUiWuGSF4DBt/w640-h360/10kg+Pocho.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">10kg bags of pocho donated for the sick and delivered to the people by Precious.</div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUWhJHr6vUhxqmusxcihRvMhO7eYIrhsYjqOQaHFqqak6bJkOiYDWwPKb2rwIsuNYf6d9U23DZ2u45T32WMZn8xDMGMePy47xQWS6U9nLbcN8KPbAMzghZxOBH9xb2KNsE18uljlRyaTFP/s1008/Hunger.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1008" data-original-width="756" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUWhJHr6vUhxqmusxcihRvMhO7eYIrhsYjqOQaHFqqak6bJkOiYDWwPKb2rwIsuNYf6d9U23DZ2u45T32WMZn8xDMGMePy47xQWS6U9nLbcN8KPbAMzghZxOBH9xb2KNsE18uljlRyaTFP/w480-h640/Hunger.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Can you just feel the gratitude?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdWYtoph7-jcFxquTPRG01LLTp0OSWCaDc6VBHVnM9xFqSK6X9j5xG21i1H-9t0puA_zmumLlDzz8k2v8sG2XyZSbKwUm1Ao-FK2Dr6T_C577sYlLQGrRuDBuowGQg5Ki7W6BGh4NCFs4J/s1000/Merry+Christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdWYtoph7-jcFxquTPRG01LLTp0OSWCaDc6VBHVnM9xFqSK6X9j5xG21i1H-9t0puA_zmumLlDzz8k2v8sG2XyZSbKwUm1Ao-FK2Dr6T_C577sYlLQGrRuDBuowGQg5Ki7W6BGh4NCFs4J/w640-h480/Merry+Christmas.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;">Everyone at Home of Angels would like to wish you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. </p><p style="text-align: center;">THANK YOU FOR CARING</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348966715303045708.post-21928566769442131422021-10-06T14:16:00.000-07:002021-10-06T14:16:41.664-07:00When All Seems Lost<p> Perhaps you find yourself in a season of life when things are coming at you from every direction, and it's difficult to see what's ahead. In the midst of the millions of people in our world being afflicted by starvation, the spread of diseases and the increase of natural disasters, there is one thing that absolutely remains certain: those who are secure in the Lord are in amazing hands. </p><p>As you all know, we live in a poor area outside of town where people struggle for every necessity of life. The rains have washed away many mud huts; finding food and just the worry of surviving a day at a time is tragic for Edwin and Precious to witness. Thanks to your donations we have been able to start building a church for us and 500 people in our community and we are very grateful for your help!</p><p>The latest message to the nation was about restrictions regarding COVID. The schools will remain closed operating under the previous instructions. We had to purchases cell phones for the older children and they have mastered this working on a special App until the schools reopen again. The little ones are working in the new grass hut by using a projector and screen with lessons prepared by our teachers .</p><p> We've also been able to start some other projects that we'd like to share with you, so instead of pictures of the children this time, we'll show you what's happening with the construction on the three compounds.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOnI7OwnU8w4bqvhOjCUPtdk6nILTVl6sd5NTNERtxLH86h_sNH1wS-7fM5h7wco_KUk3wf2uil6wx-kc0ZX5cgTFMvFqm4yR21lVi0nxruKsturYEIwKuT0Y4gH8Jgtls15u3AnYdb7O4/s1000/New+Grass+Hut.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOnI7OwnU8w4bqvhOjCUPtdk6nILTVl6sd5NTNERtxLH86h_sNH1wS-7fM5h7wco_KUk3wf2uil6wx-kc0ZX5cgTFMvFqm4yR21lVi0nxruKsturYEIwKuT0Y4gH8Jgtls15u3AnYdb7O4/w640-h480/New+Grass+Hut.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Our old grass hut was leaking, especially on the kids eating their meals so we replaced the eucalyptus poles and new grass from northern Uganda. Because of the quality of the grass, it should last 20-30 years. We also use this space for school for our twenty younger children as the pandemic has closed all Ugandan schools except universities. Our school teachers have been very diligent in preparing lessons for all of them throughout these tough times.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN7rH69FRq53t5pRCkPrxLLALECPGTMKuE0X1bdpP1TAJf5Xb_nuy-Hf6rPpwS4xtO0UhIUZXeLAlwtMWvbBdIaRh12APS4s0rGQ1jhwSUAyuXJ1cQSGGxTBIb098k2Jg0_iCyDuKgOpEo/s1000/Cleaning+gutters.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN7rH69FRq53t5pRCkPrxLLALECPGTMKuE0X1bdpP1TAJf5Xb_nuy-Hf6rPpwS4xtO0UhIUZXeLAlwtMWvbBdIaRh12APS4s0rGQ1jhwSUAyuXJ1cQSGGxTBIb098k2Jg0_iCyDuKgOpEo/w480-h640/Cleaning+gutters.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The main house is currently receiving a renovation. The gutters are all cleaned and painted which not only provides a good flow of water but now we are starting to look like a new home again.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLS1Ba1P8D2qYNKSnJDZl_0NMeud0m6hCjjK3i6uJ7gDOAdl8jQkhLvHGPMfxdvI59jY6wJHAdEPO-PfiVOYhvO95RwnSmxp1lZ5lTX7jLnAuIJ-wZLRxmrgzxfwaOERIKP0etoxNESNFn/s1000/Cleaning+the+house.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLS1Ba1P8D2qYNKSnJDZl_0NMeud0m6hCjjK3i6uJ7gDOAdl8jQkhLvHGPMfxdvI59jY6wJHAdEPO-PfiVOYhvO95RwnSmxp1lZ5lTX7jLnAuIJ-wZLRxmrgzxfwaOERIKP0etoxNESNFn/w640-h480/Cleaning+the+house.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The quality of the concrete and the paint in Uganda isn't like ours. Often it would peel so the men here are replacing the damaged areas. The workers with the eucalyptus poles on the ground are building more ladders to continue around the entire home.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyapSSXfRP1Q3hWVYLCASO0r4IHj21WadN-SeTpsQJOOjHBiBOhB65tQ16f-AGgO8h7FdGPw46rrYW-_5HVIz8NIAOQUw00E6JBKpvNhFLSLhqs_LG1Wi-T2v2FN8vc-lkruCfv4abRvTp/s1008/Yahigha.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1008" data-original-width="756" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyapSSXfRP1Q3hWVYLCASO0r4IHj21WadN-SeTpsQJOOjHBiBOhB65tQ16f-AGgO8h7FdGPw46rrYW-_5HVIz8NIAOQUw00E6JBKpvNhFLSLhqs_LG1Wi-T2v2FN8vc-lkruCfv4abRvTp/w480-h640/Yahigha.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We didn't realize that many of the children had ear issues. Why? They were raised in mud huts so of course lots of dirt and clay would have settled over the years. When we took Mariam and Lovisa in to have their ears flushed, Dr. Francis found a piece of metal in Lovisa's ear and it was probably the reason why she didn't speak for so long. He then offered to come to our Home of Angels to check all the kids ears at no cost. When it came to helping our little Yahigha here, he found a bead deep down with a piece of wood that he used to remove it with. Never a complaint.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf3uirrq0EEPzt90iOMPe1VwlITU8qZkEiq_13c4zl7t4p76DG-G0-t-RO8Q8S5WMrSyYTV3cmG_BPmbvtg-LhwAUhU9gE2YgMAXFKlg-578QHzOHF2YPNHFf1li3i5iRWHxIp0P7XixEy/s960/Primary+School.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf3uirrq0EEPzt90iOMPe1VwlITU8qZkEiq_13c4zl7t4p76DG-G0-t-RO8Q8S5WMrSyYTV3cmG_BPmbvtg-LhwAUhU9gE2YgMAXFKlg-578QHzOHF2YPNHFf1li3i5iRWHxIp0P7XixEy/w640-h360/Primary+School.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ptarmigan Primary school is completely finished with electricity and cameras. All we're waiting for now is for the schools to be opened up and to hear the ringing of excitement and laughter.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRIL5uRUTAXGR7poSpFPA-1atLsyCUHrSYGeNQASPHFgCfS33P70qgrmPan708B82-Lwgkrkaxn4g62B2dV22AMQ4aCtkDsebNIJwJP91kP8zLLc4jO7Z4GUu3HVl865FN8sWzKTjnVP93/s960/Electricity.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRIL5uRUTAXGR7poSpFPA-1atLsyCUHrSYGeNQASPHFgCfS33P70qgrmPan708B82-Lwgkrkaxn4g62B2dV22AMQ4aCtkDsebNIJwJP91kP8zLLc4jO7Z4GUu3HVl865FN8sWzKTjnVP93/w640-h360/Electricity.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">A view at night</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm22LwT6CZAhNQRDm3nbjaP9VU9lgwNEjorhg2K3hfKG6ScShZtdu8bpPQjRGwLieHqqCYdzNAikHzkR_1lv8RRy_h-EEI9a0DPic7mjczniQpTtn5IbLcuEnzpO2M-JKApCJE_6jm2r4H/s1000/Bible+School.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm22LwT6CZAhNQRDm3nbjaP9VU9lgwNEjorhg2K3hfKG6ScShZtdu8bpPQjRGwLieHqqCYdzNAikHzkR_1lv8RRy_h-EEI9a0DPic7mjczniQpTtn5IbLcuEnzpO2M-JKApCJE_6jm2r4H/w640-h480/Bible+School.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Precious's has her own project and it's very exciting to watch it grow. It will be a Bible school for the community and for the church. If you're wondering, Edwin has been able to get shots for all our workers, so on sunny days the work now continues on all projects.</div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw6C0s0kMDZlLapP7RZZLvgAxUVwuiS8qaBuOzGVzzrr_3W4fts0RpDRsnQaJwSYvaBZdKfdVRsKRZfizMT4JIIZeklu3TV7VQKQ9mvtpUmgmh5c0dwRznIjuwBxnucKdsNDRMh_D6GEr0/s2048/Training+Center.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw6C0s0kMDZlLapP7RZZLvgAxUVwuiS8qaBuOzGVzzrr_3W4fts0RpDRsnQaJwSYvaBZdKfdVRsKRZfizMT4JIIZeklu3TV7VQKQ9mvtpUmgmh5c0dwRznIjuwBxnucKdsNDRMh_D6GEr0/w640-h640/Training+Center.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This building was our old Morning Star nursery school but because of new government restrictions of younger children not in a school on the same property as the older kids, we found the perfect solution. We have 13 older children ready to be transitioned out of HOA but they first need to learn a trade. We will turn this into the Trade Learning Center. They have chosen baking baking banana bread 😉, soap making, sewing and brick laying. We are hoping for donations for stoves and sewing machines if anyone would like to help us. As soon as this is accomplished and they move out to start their new lives, we will bring in more children between the ages of 4 and 6 years old. No child from HOA will ever leave without a trade for survival. </div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKiebMUHURPcTtCRNKQ8lVgG48nDrS077tXaf5nJwTrQNclqVA4VBmc9iq4li0BSHSGRElT6kb9qwrta05XlvZwFGmkuIiAsn83LXuiWVQBaaobg5R7-Awhyphenhyphen_2zGlL8XSP9WKkHtgHUa4Q/s1000/Church+compound+wall.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKiebMUHURPcTtCRNKQ8lVgG48nDrS077tXaf5nJwTrQNclqVA4VBmc9iq4li0BSHSGRElT6kb9qwrta05XlvZwFGmkuIiAsn83LXuiWVQBaaobg5R7-Awhyphenhyphen_2zGlL8XSP9WKkHtgHUa4Q/w640-h480/Church+compound+wall.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We need a wall on the church property too but this wall will be a little different. It won't be as high but just as safe. Edwin and Precious have designed it and I'm excited to see the end result. </div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ-7mti-ZCSHNAnYPiCarKFUjfwUUfR6whH1rExv-zKhpT4fyNDE52LrIt_-2H-ZNjt3WnAHvE3np44yj1_mRZyLNHV9__ZvmgxNxA7EQlv61beXitu2yIWQe8Zm0YgDQetcl_yQd5jsOc/s1000/Nursery+School.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ-7mti-ZCSHNAnYPiCarKFUjfwUUfR6whH1rExv-zKhpT4fyNDE52LrIt_-2H-ZNjt3WnAHvE3np44yj1_mRZyLNHV9__ZvmgxNxA7EQlv61beXitu2yIWQe8Zm0YgDQetcl_yQd5jsOc/w640-h480/Nursery+School.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ptarmigan nursery school is in the process of being built. Now that everyone has had their shots, we will see this being completed in the very near future. Because of land space, it is designed so that another floor can be added on top. As we grow at HOA with young children, and if conditions allow, we will bring many other children to attend also. </div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQr9FGD0bbZtRuOLJVUGZCuF5Q_-cYPP7IhaLxEwBt9Q4a2eO17rcKTxGxR3ap6oV7Gbn03sPOUqXaV1P_9cFAX2px57B29z0enyXzacqH_Q4MvkCoCjgkLxRTIAD2zy9KB7uDhoEb5J2l/s1000/Church.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQr9FGD0bbZtRuOLJVUGZCuF5Q_-cYPP7IhaLxEwBt9Q4a2eO17rcKTxGxR3ap6oV7Gbn03sPOUqXaV1P_9cFAX2px57B29z0enyXzacqH_Q4MvkCoCjgkLxRTIAD2zy9KB7uDhoEb5J2l/w640-h480/Church.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>This will be the church we waited so long for. Because of heavy rains and COVID shots, it's been a slow process. This building will accommodate 500 people when it's completed and from what we're hearing, we needed to build one for 1,000 people. Everyone wants to attend. Our contractor has gone to the north again to find the same wood we used on the grass hut to build the pews and the roof on the church, so believe me, they are working hard to make it a solid and long-lasting structure. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Thank you everyone for following our amazing story of how God took an old lady and a loaf of banana bread to start a project such as this. Our Home of Angels has become a home full of love and hope for these children and we could not have done it without your prayers and support.</p><p>Happy Thanksgiving to all of you</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348966715303045708.post-68375022398665008182021-08-14T14:44:00.000-07:002021-08-14T14:44:19.827-07:00Life Through a New Lense<p>It's been almost two years since I've returned to our Home of Angels in Uganda. There isn't a day that goes by where I don't miss them or Edwin and I don't speak and pray over the many unsettled issues occurring in our community of Mpumudde. </p><p>COVID-19 along with the variant 2 has spread across Uganda as it has around the world, but only one percent of a population of 48 million people have been able to be vaccinated. Edwin has been elected to be in control of the task force for our community of 32 villages. These people have no idea what is happening to them and can't understand why only 5 people are allowed to bury the dead.</p><p>Uganda has been locked down since the election violence in January 2019. Maybe a few reprieves, but not many. Because of these lockdowns, there is now extensive famine. Each day many come to our compound gate weeping for help because there is no food and they've gone days without eating. Most stores around us and community markets are closed and with the rainy season on, there is no food growing anywhere. For Edwin and Precious to have to witness starvation daily.... I have to tell you that they do it with such grace. </p><p>President Museveni addressed the nation again hours ago stating that the government will provide all shots for teachers and staff by October. In the meantime, older children will be doing online learning with a cell phone. Our little ones will learn in our grass hut by screen and projector. Our teachers have had their shots and will be able to assist them at home. </p><p>Now comes the most important part....our "Angels". Everyone is doing fine, locked in and learning a new way to live. Hope and Desire will be the first to leave their home of 12 years and are preparing a plan for how they will live. With the help of Mama Precious, they will be just fine but until the country settles and opens up, we will keep them with us for safety. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZsG38TCnXXaDZidd5q8VZDLk3yvXwoexv76hTrwYhdmWLkuUfdDZjntb9qdsELenQHSz02dgoqkWrF_Jnz-5IXVtZNZPH7ravbVpVVwS1igMYPMTmGUuCAUyNNPokDA4mzQRQOt7q3D1f/s1024/Edwin+and+kids.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZsG38TCnXXaDZidd5q8VZDLk3yvXwoexv76hTrwYhdmWLkuUfdDZjntb9qdsELenQHSz02dgoqkWrF_Jnz-5IXVtZNZPH7ravbVpVVwS1igMYPMTmGUuCAUyNNPokDA4mzQRQOt7q3D1f/w640-h480/Edwin+and+kids.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><div><br /></div>With all that is going on at Home of Angels, we haven't been able to get a recent picture of the children. We chose this one because even though it a year old, they are still this happy every day. Junior at the back is a head taller than Edwin now. We promise to get more for the next blog.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGopBDgAK6SmOsTu4ER02r-GnnmewL0CHmiHb-MI3z5uRWp2LauSeL8ULjdswl2iTpHXbn5_sTzekynyFE9TisO79X9Y4cC5MxqQzTINzrysGtNHIBY6wOzVWpEhT2YCpOysx1lDgo5MQn/s960/New+Grass+hut.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGopBDgAK6SmOsTu4ER02r-GnnmewL0CHmiHb-MI3z5uRWp2LauSeL8ULjdswl2iTpHXbn5_sTzekynyFE9TisO79X9Y4cC5MxqQzTINzrysGtNHIBY6wOzVWpEhT2YCpOysx1lDgo5MQn/w640-h360/New+Grass+hut.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The rains this year have been hard on the compound. Our grass hut had to be redone as water started seeping through the grass on to the kids eating their meals. The eucalyptus poles are at more of a slant so the rain will be able to run off. We should be good for 10-15 years now.</div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-1h59NZpvxFuBSfj1PieJzdEoObyV3SuCbkxYS886AGuS-YZnDlgd-RRycioBlQgLzRcA5XBjDarxLg1kxT7IwIqNB6G4eOL5MHSq0PqBTvMBAh3GqB1GTfD2WFdNSlo3BYUm45RhQzae/s1000/New+grass+hut+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-1h59NZpvxFuBSfj1PieJzdEoObyV3SuCbkxYS886AGuS-YZnDlgd-RRycioBlQgLzRcA5XBjDarxLg1kxT7IwIqNB6G4eOL5MHSq0PqBTvMBAh3GqB1GTfD2WFdNSlo3BYUm45RhQzae/w640-h480/New+grass+hut+%25232.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Can't wait to see this finished</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZoiICyv-0OmvVMelSqliZHLRy3njnHFPgsul0BbMLGUcLUYYo76v81mJFMIgda1Fm2RcpBH6pGi6I0UKnCtenLNuZ1iRMLf7s0-sTMAccXC4wRSnCAi1sUA2aHMhXSDe07gNxt7GTI8GE/s2048/Ptarmigan+Primary+School.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZoiICyv-0OmvVMelSqliZHLRy3njnHFPgsul0BbMLGUcLUYYo76v81mJFMIgda1Fm2RcpBH6pGi6I0UKnCtenLNuZ1iRMLf7s0-sTMAccXC4wRSnCAi1sUA2aHMhXSDe07gNxt7GTI8GE/w640-h480/Ptarmigan+Primary+School.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It will be exciting to see Ptarmigan primary school full of kids next year....the trees are growing so fast and I remember when they were planted not long ago. Your choice of trees are really beautiful Edwin.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIBIrD_jljKlGvugP3xstA6K6npdPseh1aSmd0FZQ6nzMDKLlo1EFu0rk6MQYYL4IQ7Di3kp4XLIOF0Dk_Q_C7TuL-Hx4LJXbSRABlexjqPmMO_yTs1cj6d3W2Z2zPry-cO6Qt1KbzaPKK/s1000/Precious+built+a+Bible+School.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIBIrD_jljKlGvugP3xstA6K6npdPseh1aSmd0FZQ6nzMDKLlo1EFu0rk6MQYYL4IQ7Di3kp4XLIOF0Dk_Q_C7TuL-Hx4LJXbSRABlexjqPmMO_yTs1cj6d3W2Z2zPry-cO6Qt1KbzaPKK/w640-h480/Precious+built+a+Bible+School.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Precious had a dream to build a Bible school where people could come and learn at anytime. We will use it as a Sunday school and whatever comes in the future to do with our church being built on the other property below. Everything has been interrupted with COVID, but we are not letting that deter us. </div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxS9l-QoftUZoZcmXyFeAr6Lb2QdnlQzp8QLb0kBxF3m4VOJrZsUvoFi-fqlpdubOvLFru6oY_oY1n3QFQ3YRoLST8LPPPCWnFrnhPR0nc5mQJ73uF1Jg6WSGymZDyirg9a2oUzPCJKt5H/s960/The+wall+for+the+church.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxS9l-QoftUZoZcmXyFeAr6Lb2QdnlQzp8QLb0kBxF3m4VOJrZsUvoFi-fqlpdubOvLFru6oY_oY1n3QFQ3YRoLST8LPPPCWnFrnhPR0nc5mQJ73uF1Jg6WSGymZDyirg9a2oUzPCJKt5H/w640-h360/The+wall+for+the+church.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>On the compound with Ptarmigan nursery school and the church, the wall will be completed as soon as we can get shots for our workers.</div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirdtN4BtwBaN4sYcADDBRJmb3jqBkdyp9Y1-H57VQX4aez0K7xILtJJrVpgJ5SkzV8K9fKXgdQPLqKZ-BKuD2GppSF9jZtnAP1URrcOUmbGi-xiCaXwAZqFA2L5FZmhou1ep9An2QHxSo2/s1080/Helping+the+elderly+with+food.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="721" data-original-width="1080" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirdtN4BtwBaN4sYcADDBRJmb3jqBkdyp9Y1-H57VQX4aez0K7xILtJJrVpgJ5SkzV8K9fKXgdQPLqKZ-BKuD2GppSF9jZtnAP1URrcOUmbGi-xiCaXwAZqFA2L5FZmhou1ep9An2QHxSo2/w640-h428/Helping+the+elderly+with+food.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We have again been blessed to have a donation of food for the elderly that are suffering so much. Because of lockdown, the village leaders have agreed to deliver it to the most needy.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGjY041u6-XaxR0JUTB5mr_si3p6uxhPQO2rlh9qfY34oENsShHi-qpOtxFZe3wApyZF74wqgfGN99PV4u36AAUirWJyJAM66_7xXhPfv-hzneAAYkg2m7Kbd5ENMqjnP039mgoJ6DGJbl/s2048/CCTV+camera+system+installed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGjY041u6-XaxR0JUTB5mr_si3p6uxhPQO2rlh9qfY34oENsShHi-qpOtxFZe3wApyZF74wqgfGN99PV4u36AAUirWJyJAM66_7xXhPfv-hzneAAYkg2m7Kbd5ENMqjnP039mgoJ6DGJbl/w640-h480/CCTV+camera+system+installed.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>Thank you Tsawwassen Rotary Club for donating enough for us to purchase a CCTV camera setup. We have 8 cameras installed both on the school and home compounds. Because of the famine, the violence has escalated in our area and many are losing everything they have. When people get this hungry, they will do almost anything. This way, with a monitor for Edwin both on his phone and in the house, he will know if they try anything.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmxrii2JctBAN8Gvr-9JFK_MRBpwe43hPkV9fuxtNmfFq3YuJ2uzCw69rx5cn78yKyJ555iawc0iRSYnV_8VlGWM12n4C-ef_5KWhkSt7Va50q0RmqpAP_SO3cXYo1jkTBz7l-RQvPuI-y/s960/Wall+falling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmxrii2JctBAN8Gvr-9JFK_MRBpwe43hPkV9fuxtNmfFq3YuJ2uzCw69rx5cn78yKyJ555iawc0iRSYnV_8VlGWM12n4C-ef_5KWhkSt7Va50q0RmqpAP_SO3cXYo1jkTBz7l-RQvPuI-y/w640-h360/Wall+falling.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>This picture just came in as I was finishing the blog. The rains have been heavier than they've seen them in a long time. Last night, most homes on our road that had iron sheets for roofs, had them blown off; people in the low marsh areas were swept away and for us...we were also hit. The lower wall of concrete blocks on our school property fell on top of 2 homes on the other side. Both homes were totalled. Everyone was sleeping and in the brick home, 2 children, ages 12 and 16 were knocked unconscious by our blocks falling on them. The parents made it out. Edwin rushed both children to the hospital where they are currently. Our staff put the parents into the nursery school under cover for safety. The other home was a mud hut and it was completely demolished and they were also helped. Our wonderful long time employee Sula has volunteered to rebuild their mud hut. </p><p><br /></p><p>We'd like to ask you all to include in your prayers for all the suffering people in our area. The mamas having babies and because of no food, cannot give them milk; the people with polio that struggle to crawl to place where there is food; the people with HIV/AIDS that can't take their ARV meds without food; or helping the sickle cell anemia people that can't find food. Please will you also pray for Edwin and Precious who are the "Rocks" of Home of Angels that they won't get sick from stress. </p><p>God bless you all</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348966715303045708.post-40706704488104488062021-06-18T18:09:00.000-07:002021-06-18T18:09:53.557-07:00Act or Perish<p> Can you imagine? With a population of 48,000,000 people in Uganda, only 175,000 COVID-19 shots from France and 100,000 shots from India have been donated too date.</p><p>The pandemic is increasing in 10 African countries, Uganda being one of them with a spike of 30% in the past week. Three major television stations had a joint news bulletin with the theme <b>"Act or Perish"</b> and today, President Museveni announced to the nation revising ALL the directives spoken on June 6th.</p><p>I won't go into everything but the main new restriction is no more cross boundary movement of people on foot, public transport or private vehicles. <b>Everyone must stay where they are until further notice. </b> </p><p>I've written a blog a month for twelve years and this one is the most difficult. I'm realizing, sitting here in my comfortable home, what this means. The meaning behind this announcement is translated to thousands of people unemployed with no immediate way to provide for their families. A health care crisis of this country's hospitals and clinics remain ill equipped to handle plus no oxygen left in hospitals to help the dying. Today, it was announced that if you become sick, you stay home. </p><p>Presently, there are 100's arriving at our gate daily begging for anything to eat. As much as it breaks Edwin and Precious' heart, they cannot help due to word spreading. I want to let you know how proud I am of Edwin. As they are crying for food at the gate, if Edwin goes out to talk to them calmly and explain we have nothing to spare, they thank him and they leave quietly. </p><p>Our story is only one of many and we realize this. Precious and Pastor Richard tried so hard to go to the the many villages requesting them to bring Bibles. These villages were where the soldiers delivered food in the latest famine and told them it was a gift from Jesus. We had started our church and Edwin figures there would be 1,000 people from our community wanting to attend. Precious used her own finances to start building a Bible School where she and others could teach the people right on our property. This was our dream for Home of Angels. Please pray it comes to fruition and we will be able to help as many people as we can before it's too late.</p><p>In the meantime, I do have a few pictures to share with you. In all this sadness, we want to share some happy times also.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSsDz-x1BCEa28yhYKCFbtkDXS5lbA86pxrErsz_7iJP7qhSIRVAK0iXlXmlLzk5glHrgzdNuKGBNGrZmIO9Cb98ksUofnsfHKyNSvg4cnMYKsNAbthS03qQXlsZKRBOugJEkfiDr9RP6n/s1000/Kids+with+masks.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSsDz-x1BCEa28yhYKCFbtkDXS5lbA86pxrErsz_7iJP7qhSIRVAK0iXlXmlLzk5glHrgzdNuKGBNGrZmIO9Cb98ksUofnsfHKyNSvg4cnMYKsNAbthS03qQXlsZKRBOugJEkfiDr9RP6n/w640-h480/Kids+with+masks.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The children are growing so fast that I hardly recognize them, especially now in masks. They are vigelent about wearing them and understand the seriousness of COVID-19.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8YX4qEYFNylqimkcjbBl7CefHFrSUeoz0Qd-kQO-mwVd4pzbolNHd6_8OAXAs1WwCdX5PNdqnn1lmGfZncQ5tuNyr9rSP-raW393meqZ45FmE1AfcCReEQXvkFlo9-Yl_lqra_KGzzf1E/s1000/Aunty+Betty.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8YX4qEYFNylqimkcjbBl7CefHFrSUeoz0Qd-kQO-mwVd4pzbolNHd6_8OAXAs1WwCdX5PNdqnn1lmGfZncQ5tuNyr9rSP-raW393meqZ45FmE1AfcCReEQXvkFlo9-Yl_lqra_KGzzf1E/w480-h640/Aunty+Betty.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We'd like to introduce you to Aunty Betty, our newest employee. She has had many years experience working for Amani Baby Cottage in Jinja until our friends Danyne and Serg left Uganda. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlwsIGBDyDdSxc1onU7JggBPnREspJ5b1I378WyzrWD85cbjqJiK2puoqvFFoIsjyqu2AGiYjKBp5Ry0pO7xLiUNgGai_StE1DECu5CpV6oUZ4WApHYc_U7n9kYd8a0LqGZib3nyRnFVwB/s1000/Primary+School.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlwsIGBDyDdSxc1onU7JggBPnREspJ5b1I378WyzrWD85cbjqJiK2puoqvFFoIsjyqu2AGiYjKBp5Ry0pO7xLiUNgGai_StE1DECu5CpV6oUZ4WApHYc_U7n9kYd8a0LqGZib3nyRnFVwB/w640-h480/Primary+School.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ptarmigan primary school is ready to be painted when everything opens up again. They are currently deciding on a colour that will withstand the red dirt. </div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6aOhPC0t7AgPq66exGkldCIMI4FwQ_1k-qhbze6vXA1Dz6n_XxSzp4e88vbefhKmtXcKf96Ua7v8n0R4TBENScW_qCDDhNCxMT2l94k3p59kNM8g4nOjMJI421W76JqatuKp3Yil_jIvb/s946/Distributing+Bibles.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="753" data-original-width="946" height="510" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6aOhPC0t7AgPq66exGkldCIMI4FwQ_1k-qhbze6vXA1Dz6n_XxSzp4e88vbefhKmtXcKf96Ua7v8n0R4TBENScW_qCDDhNCxMT2l94k3p59kNM8g4nOjMJI421W76JqatuKp3Yil_jIvb/w640-h510/Distributing+Bibles.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>When the soldiers delivered food in the famine a few months ago, they told the people in these poor villages that the food was from Jesus. Weeks later, the village leaders started calling requesting we bring Bibles to their villages. On this particular day, 48 out of 60 people accepted Jesus as their Lord and Saviour. You might be asking yourself, how can poor people like this dress so well? If you go to church anywhere, you dress the best you can, even if it means you borrow clothes or shoes.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh65SQYC4WJjfSk4nNIND5ykLYkCo88rpFtUs5LfulQctaD_QJRp2WR2LbT4XZ9Uhx_sWslDuU_uggcukdHwjx4IksW21mHHWxDb0nY3vhO44EGySiTaODc3SPthqwLNhb6LBlEhpdQWQjI/s1000/Our+new+church.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh65SQYC4WJjfSk4nNIND5ykLYkCo88rpFtUs5LfulQctaD_QJRp2WR2LbT4XZ9Uhx_sWslDuU_uggcukdHwjx4IksW21mHHWxDb0nY3vhO44EGySiTaODc3SPthqwLNhb6LBlEhpdQWQjI/w640-h480/Our+new+church.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Here we have a picture of our own church being started. Today, the foundation is down and the walls</div><div>will be going up as soon as we can start working again. You can also see the concrete wall in the distance going up.</div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Vm9HUwg6xodAhq3CzdkTfCw48suTVyx0RDMzT8g7vhEVDwRvNfvjOSUWbbqqFn-ypSONgLT3AZ9ZWBXNwASUMcycFFyRpUZaqqqFLu1byG-PiUMO2nrmW08s5HFLdwOUq6K5d6LlxoKj/s1000/Bible+House.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Vm9HUwg6xodAhq3CzdkTfCw48suTVyx0RDMzT8g7vhEVDwRvNfvjOSUWbbqqFn-ypSONgLT3AZ9ZWBXNwASUMcycFFyRpUZaqqqFLu1byG-PiUMO2nrmW08s5HFLdwOUq6K5d6LlxoKj/w640-h480/Bible+House.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Under very sad circumstances, Precious had some money come into her possession. She decided to build her dream and that was a Bible School. They didn't tell me until I discovered a building going up in the distance of the school and called them on it. Oh my, I destroyed my own surprise. Precious is an amazing team partner, not only in marriage but in the operations also. She works with Pastor Richard in the villages and really has a control with what's happening at our Home of Angels and with the children. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGH6TVujSeljTEBUnbA_NWTrmVZPCT178FDfde88d12sc_WlFFt7HaNU7eHTkacvyrv5E0UkQbADn9PNC322M_T168K8VGPieP9T6iYuEkM2CzH4-PErvVQQD0pmrD3lzDHFK8Fo1KLUfn/s1008/Love+Project.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1008" data-original-width="756" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGH6TVujSeljTEBUnbA_NWTrmVZPCT178FDfde88d12sc_WlFFt7HaNU7eHTkacvyrv5E0UkQbADn9PNC322M_T168K8VGPieP9T6iYuEkM2CzH4-PErvVQQD0pmrD3lzDHFK8Fo1KLUfn/w480-h640/Love+Project.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I'd like to introduce you to our "Love Project"! Precious is again handling all details allowing Edwin to work on the building projects. A few years ago when I was there, 32 families with mentally and physically challenged children came for a meeting in our grass hut. We wanted to help them and with</div><div>the help of Edwin's friends, they were able to grow food on their land for one year. Of course over the past few years, these children have grown and Mamas can't carry them anymore, so we got involved again. Today, this group of women and one man have grown in size to 81 families and Precious has established a committee with a board of which she is the head. This won't be a bandage effect, but a way for them to be self-sufficient from now on. They are learning with their children at their side to be able to raise money for food and survive as a community together.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmsfMRrf0KpLhyphenhyphen8InEPdfVgWC39MLFhL8ozFawbGrSJTXdmqIeIkWreFNzPRKls3-wnwfrPgSmpkYFG57pgMccfCECw5XwE_1i5AIsvDtThdkaH1fmptcKtQkuD6gYNMEEj_iMzzbBX_07/s2048/Galcom2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmsfMRrf0KpLhyphenhyphen8InEPdfVgWC39MLFhL8ozFawbGrSJTXdmqIeIkWreFNzPRKls3-wnwfrPgSmpkYFG57pgMccfCECw5XwE_1i5AIsvDtThdkaH1fmptcKtQkuD6gYNMEEj_iMzzbBX_07/w300-h400/Galcom2.jpeg" width="300" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYHBtgD1s8623vzKQneNlI8WCYx3atWCitgUe-pzh-5UgaLVEHBSTdhZoFDBHp5ZnKsModXd8GxoArg0LDKFv1HpRZviJQQSnnDgRHXmKT3omYD01LW3sxZfzDR5OWHijlpfnIygIGmqBa/s2048/Galcom.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYHBtgD1s8623vzKQneNlI8WCYx3atWCitgUe-pzh-5UgaLVEHBSTdhZoFDBHp5ZnKsModXd8GxoArg0LDKFv1HpRZviJQQSnnDgRHXmKT3omYD01LW3sxZfzDR5OWHijlpfnIygIGmqBa/w300-h400/Galcom.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>We again have been truly blessed and have partnered with Galcom International in Ontario. They have developed a solar, audible, very lightweight Bible in many languages, one of them being Lugandan. I let Edwin listen to it online and he was amazed at how clear it was and that for the people in the bush he could visualize 20-30 people sitting under a mango tree listening together. As soon as cargo is again allowed into Uganda, we will have many on board one of those planes. Thank you Galcom for helping us help others in the Busoga Kingdom.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Believe me when I tell you that you are all in our prayers. So many of you have followed our story for 12 years, sponsored children and helped us in huge ways that we could never have handled ourselves. This story is not about Banana Bread Barb, Edwin and Precious. This is about God and how He used this old lady and a loaf of bread. Who would have ever dreamt it would have come this far? And I'm not joking about the "old" part. Thanks everyone. 💝</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXOZA3MCBI2WPpq4P6jCPtaQA3ZnFOKXKKEj2gUJDvr6c0HIxGtQ519J0ADNcX_iotEEmueMK4fRFKVtYImPhnHrmo1Pw9ig8dlsQPTeGwrL_w42okX8CBWcY6FIIiKLBX0jiokfHFXYjG/s2048/Galcom2.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348966715303045708.post-37451541075077913762021-04-23T18:34:00.000-07:002021-04-23T18:34:45.629-07:00Food from Jesus<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I want to apologize for not sending out our monthly blog through this "new norm" we're all going through.</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p style="text-align: left;">These are unprecedented times for everyone worldwide and we are all experiencing something that is very difficult and unpredictable. Besides the COVID-19, Uganda also had an election that turned out to be quite violent and most people evacuated back to their villages. If you remember, at that same time, some of you had helped raised funds to feed 6,000 families and the army helped Edwin distribute it. He had explained to the soldiers to tell them that this food was from Jesus. They did and with a smile on their faces. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Even though these were terrible times for many, it was very obvious that God had His hand in it. We were able to hire a pastor from YWAM (Youth With a Mission) and he is currently working with us. Village leaders were calling Edwin asking for our pastor to come to these villages to explain who this Jesus was that gave them the food. One particular leader called last week and asked Edwin if he could bring 60 bibles. Precious and Pastor Richard went together and at the end of the day, 46 people out of the 60 had given their lives to Christ. This is a start of great things to come and we are so excited to share with you.</p></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieKGH-UwZpUvNKgxv6_i4w84-lYEp91w8AHfh9ELnzXzHiwI6RcPBfpFRCNK6GwQI-TEDVNBrlIKPaqFyNsrzHQYWrHKgjrtdN38ljPaqKokIUeGspafhAZh4CFXIi_gv-FgXs4C1ZMx_u/s2048/JaaJa+Barb%2527s%252C+Family+Tree-01+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1583" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieKGH-UwZpUvNKgxv6_i4w84-lYEp91w8AHfh9ELnzXzHiwI6RcPBfpFRCNK6GwQI-TEDVNBrlIKPaqFyNsrzHQYWrHKgjrtdN38ljPaqKokIUeGspafhAZh4CFXIi_gv-FgXs4C1ZMx_u/w494-h640/JaaJa+Barb%2527s%252C+Family+Tree-01+copy.jpg" width="494" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>Like I said before, there was really nothing I could have shared with you in a recent blog since we had very little communication and all technology had been shut down. The one thing our big family in Uganda wanted to share with you was their gratefulness for giving them a real family, a home and your love. Look at the difference you made in their lives...from coming into Home of Angels so scared, malnourished and dirty to these happy faces. This was their way of saying thanks to all of you.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjefv-zSRxkHo-8J63pINe3Aq7mGJ32zkWFRIKCaMe5TDq-Gipy0q9HhFXUSruMNl7ZNew-KHAUwEu_BE-A0LCFRpdKb1BLsUJfpT4chvH0VUBZh6hsPfgHDVzuJpbJhLMBY7_gbRM-hZW_/s1000/Wet+Grass+Hut.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjefv-zSRxkHo-8J63pINe3Aq7mGJ32zkWFRIKCaMe5TDq-Gipy0q9HhFXUSruMNl7ZNew-KHAUwEu_BE-A0LCFRpdKb1BLsUJfpT4chvH0VUBZh6hsPfgHDVzuJpbJhLMBY7_gbRM-hZW_/w640-h480/Wet+Grass+Hut.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>The rains came hard this rainy season and our grass hut roof was destroyed. Edwin found some better grass this time and it's currently being dried. </p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv73DE8uqEZ6SrZRf6U8_iWqWQLq9HhQjzpA1cvnORPdti6qG9jxSRZ1s_vbgPuEspXn7HdBuJiUnM_cUZMEFGZGYk4TWWOGZv3Ca3Qi941wAXyOJwN75LaYAy15AuCUY0uPs6t7laRqaJ/s1000/Repairing+Grass+Hut.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv73DE8uqEZ6SrZRf6U8_iWqWQLq9HhQjzpA1cvnORPdti6qG9jxSRZ1s_vbgPuEspXn7HdBuJiUnM_cUZMEFGZGYk4TWWOGZv3Ca3Qi941wAXyOJwN75LaYAy15AuCUY0uPs6t7laRqaJ/w640-h480/Repairing+Grass+Hut.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">In the process of repair</p><p><br /></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin8PMIe7ASGriAwYBwvmiVdb9kZulvA3t9nQcTEJSXHg5sJOYjpI1DKPCFk-hEa3e9rhDLa8UaBhmYmL9w-oJCcBM_zHVKQoZg1RpH3QF5ltuj8PA_iYjINNaFA5y_LVDyUFlhZGGza-OV/s1024/Old+Nursery+School.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="1024" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin8PMIe7ASGriAwYBwvmiVdb9kZulvA3t9nQcTEJSXHg5sJOYjpI1DKPCFk-hEa3e9rhDLa8UaBhmYmL9w-oJCcBM_zHVKQoZg1RpH3QF5ltuj8PA_iYjINNaFA5y_LVDyUFlhZGGza-OV/w640-h360/Old+Nursery+School.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>Remember our Morning Star nursery school? After the election was through, the President made a new regulation that the children in nursery schools must be separate from the older kids. We had just finished building our Ptarmigan primary school on the same property so we had to move elsewhere. Thanks to the wonderful people at Ptarmigan who have once again helped us build another school. </p><p>This building will be made into apartments for whatever will come in the future. Hope and Desire will be taking a six month course for teaching Sunday school at YWAM and this will give them a place to live until the church is built.</p><p><br /></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5f6aERjdn7l05ci4T5p1ELwwyj_A57JEBviTPQJTrd7mdgkbdQGGl7JWpa-aZ3aCBH4Q53eBaT5uAfEWNzV_zLO_qoCfEOR5i9asWjM5ekXUtjyosj8sZI2kqob-BAq3wmmwZUfZTtenn/s1000/New+Nursery.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5f6aERjdn7l05ci4T5p1ELwwyj_A57JEBviTPQJTrd7mdgkbdQGGl7JWpa-aZ3aCBH4Q53eBaT5uAfEWNzV_zLO_qoCfEOR5i9asWjM5ekXUtjyosj8sZI2kqob-BAq3wmmwZUfZTtenn/w640-h480/New+Nursery.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>The crew has started to build Ptarmigan nursery school on the piece of property where we are going to build the church. See below.</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg896sXfGHAQszMyj6tlBEW26dbqKvn8ts4BoPnD-4XjZHoiSq7ydLU1jlqZFqTek4EZuoPw7kRhnVuzchx5TwZYQAGpBxkv57jWrbU16cj-bHmMGUZufyjYZG_s3uQhPY0n7JYc5L9MgED/s1000/Nuersey+Roof.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg896sXfGHAQszMyj6tlBEW26dbqKvn8ts4BoPnD-4XjZHoiSq7ydLU1jlqZFqTek4EZuoPw7kRhnVuzchx5TwZYQAGpBxkv57jWrbU16cj-bHmMGUZufyjYZG_s3uQhPY0n7JYc5L9MgED/w480-h640/Nuersey+Roof.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>As school had been delayed for the nursery children until the end of July, we decided to build only one floor now. This will be big enough for our children. They will make a slab roof instead of the normal iron sheets so that when time allows, another level can be added. The rules have also changed to one desk per child along with only 15 students per room.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGhxsxp64kP0qh5IMnp-yHVDTfpBoZdiBLeClkidlXeBNsBpytPwTYNABXn0lVzFCZqogY-7VDCqIzIuve1RRLeJWWIsgl-0zUJ6BfHHO7ho-r2BdsMIuqYLL_GHgYHekBDQo2yzbAHP7O/s992/Making+bricks+for+wall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="744" data-original-width="992" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGhxsxp64kP0qh5IMnp-yHVDTfpBoZdiBLeClkidlXeBNsBpytPwTYNABXn0lVzFCZqogY-7VDCqIzIuve1RRLeJWWIsgl-0zUJ6BfHHO7ho-r2BdsMIuqYLL_GHgYHekBDQo2yzbAHP7O/w640-h480/Making+bricks+for+wall.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>We thought we would use chain link fencing to encase the property, but we are advised by officials that because of street children stealing the links to sell to the scrap metal companies for food and glue, it would be unwise. To make the blocks was the only other way to build a wall. Edwin's brother was kind enough to lend us the machines to make them and these boys made 6,500 in 2 weeks. The next step will be to construct the actual wall. </p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU84myNbsUSaxHiG09b3VqX69RjgO1MxwO1OWBVTDx8gC42IgGafDOJS4bwuShaZlsXqv5bn9nL8M0CKv6Gifvmn3ruooBoYbc1OI7Zo4R9N72WqDA9uMVooZ-jFr3lXqA-SdHi8dEE6jN/s788/Bibles+%25231.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="563" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU84myNbsUSaxHiG09b3VqX69RjgO1MxwO1OWBVTDx8gC42IgGafDOJS4bwuShaZlsXqv5bn9nL8M0CKv6Gifvmn3ruooBoYbc1OI7Zo4R9N72WqDA9uMVooZ-jFr3lXqA-SdHi8dEE6jN/w458-h640/Bibles+%25231.jpeg" width="458" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>We were able to purchase Luganda bibles both in book form and solar audible. We have also been advised from YWAM and the local radio station that we should be donating some of them to churches that can't afford to purchase them. The parishioners would use them in the service, leaving them behind when they leave.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2u_JeSQebX4W4cexcZjZy9jFmyLjAYT3YBLkEqREzYPCvGWjahoY6k-rGENbacf1bAiVVD1S8PqhwSqBo3ejLp7BC2FGzkiesoS7sdAp5l5xKP7egAMNCJmt3jdQHeJ0hL15cYgGA9KFb/s1008/Pastor+Richard+and+Precious.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="756" data-original-width="1008" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2u_JeSQebX4W4cexcZjZy9jFmyLjAYT3YBLkEqREzYPCvGWjahoY6k-rGENbacf1bAiVVD1S8PqhwSqBo3ejLp7BC2FGzkiesoS7sdAp5l5xKP7egAMNCJmt3jdQHeJ0hL15cYgGA9KFb/w640-h480/Pastor+Richard+and+Precious.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p>This is where Pastor Richard and Precious were requested to come last week. (end right) This church wasn't deep in the bush where so many of them are, but all the same, these people accepted Jesus as their Lord and Savior and possibly more will want the same in the future.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjprYRrbPZV1Uvr7bwGc3eeD6ZsjwIVNUBLNLzD9i29RvX5iLW_Y2Voze-Pb4g1VTRmzgbC5rl-5iswyQBKUAy4tcx9bp_Li6SX9ME5_hZpt2dhx8IXKwQOgBNlJX0v8dolYpekjbDilp6/s743/New+JHOA+Arial.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="521" data-original-width="743" height="448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjprYRrbPZV1Uvr7bwGc3eeD6ZsjwIVNUBLNLzD9i29RvX5iLW_Y2Voze-Pb4g1VTRmzgbC5rl-5iswyQBKUAy4tcx9bp_Li6SX9ME5_hZpt2dhx8IXKwQOgBNlJX0v8dolYpekjbDilp6/w640-h448/New+JHOA+Arial.png" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p>You can visually see our three compounds on Google Earth. We have the home compound that we worked construction for the first 4 years. The middle compound that now holds Ptarmigan primary school and the playground and the newest compound where the current nursery school is being built and our dream of a church. </p><p>When Edwin started clearing the home compound in 2009, there were only 3 homes around us. The rest was bush. Now, because of HOA, many have moved here and we include everyone into our life. They were able to come to us for water; if injured, Edwin would wrap their wounds; we use only community people to work for us; we feed the widows and the poor and of course, take the children who have no one. Our children have their own "God's Little Angels Ministry" and help a widow every Sunday. (before the pandemic). </p><p>Our dream now is to build a church on this property. When I think back to praise and worship that the children have every night before bed and how many people would line the wall outside listening. Also, playing the Jesus video in the grass hut on Saturday night. We were only able to have one hundred people inside, so again, many outside listening. How wonderful would it be to have a place for them? </p><p>If anyone would like to help us build a structure that we could call their church, we would be so grateful. Please contact me at barb@jaajashomeofangels.com if you'd like to help us. Thanks.</p><p>Please be safe in these uneasy times and God bless all of you.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348966715303045708.post-6314611492700025552021-02-01T18:47:00.001-08:002021-02-01T18:54:24.986-08:00Overcoming Challenges<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Since the pandemic first began spreading in early 2020, its changed life for everyone worldwide. All of us are definitely overcoming many challenges. We're separated from extended family and friends and learning new ways to cope with the isolation, stress, and anxiety that's come with this new normal. The constant barrage of media news and knowledge can dominate our minds and it becomes increasingly difficult to find time to be quiet, to think and to pray. Statistics in Uganda are much better than ours. They have had 318 known deaths since the start of COVID-19.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We recently evacuated the children to Edwin's family's home in Malindi village. With the election violence around us, we felt it was important for the kid's safety. Edwin loaded the children into the school bus, and David, his brother followed in the van with bedding and essentials. As you can see by these pictures, this was probably the most exciting time in their lives. They had no knowledge of what was happening around them so besides the fact they were actually going on a real bus for the first time and a trip to boot...this was even more exciting than a soda pop. Can you imagine? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Besides The COVID-19 and restrictions involved, plus the elections that were held recently, the country has been relatively locked down. I've had little communication with Edwin this past month but I do know the children are safe and having fun playing on 40 acres in the village. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Many of you are emailing me to ask if we are in trouble and where is the monthly blog? Thanks for caring and know that everything is going to be just fine. We just need a little time for the dust to settle from the election. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the meantime, here are some pictures to make you smile.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJgfPOw1QRP_c9p8f5mPS1xNu50WhGw0dtXXnoiqTAOyIiHjJFWHMuUDwaI0HrES8j9Xp63mn2D1oooVVJeSay86ti0_qWy3ERZ2s7DsFRnmxzgK4ZdM7ohxogJY-_9uErjSnKNiqjd4b9/s1080/HOA+Children.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJgfPOw1QRP_c9p8f5mPS1xNu50WhGw0dtXXnoiqTAOyIiHjJFWHMuUDwaI0HrES8j9Xp63mn2D1oooVVJeSay86ti0_qWy3ERZ2s7DsFRnmxzgK4ZdM7ohxogJY-_9uErjSnKNiqjd4b9/w640-h480/HOA+Children.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you Lord for what you have done for these little munchkins. They're so happy, healthy and full of love for each other. This is the reason we don't call ourselves an orphanage....<b>We are one big family.!!</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh61MilxTbOGGkNoK-BHCbcKAV7bKY8nA4WMr29vQiG5-5z2ZZEvBb5rRwwTKpI2_pwLBOUtXdT5VbchZmnCm5mnjqWDj-3GjBqAjvaH7MXd-5sooNeE2HNA9f4YAthC4n5C4R4tuWy3cC5/s992/Outside+Bus.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="744" data-original-width="992" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh61MilxTbOGGkNoK-BHCbcKAV7bKY8nA4WMr29vQiG5-5z2ZZEvBb5rRwwTKpI2_pwLBOUtXdT5VbchZmnCm5mnjqWDj-3GjBqAjvaH7MXd-5sooNeE2HNA9f4YAthC4n5C4R4tuWy3cC5/w640-h480/Outside+Bus.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>First of all, I'd better explain this sign on the bus. Before evacuation, the company that made the sign had made a template in plastic. This was it. All the letters weren't on yet and there were errors, but all will be fixed when they return. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDLfjPCOAyeJZ3uesMyEKzlqf80_JJx1vSQb_owT742OExvRr_vZ73kFKkuVMRxvwcn0fjpAH1csymEFJnxncusDiVxLaJxVDDsBUY0TjbY_2Hn_Ie7nh5sHS7EyPJwqIZKoTHy9dZ6ua9/s1000/Inside+Bus.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDLfjPCOAyeJZ3uesMyEKzlqf80_JJx1vSQb_owT742OExvRr_vZ73kFKkuVMRxvwcn0fjpAH1csymEFJnxncusDiVxLaJxVDDsBUY0TjbY_2Hn_Ie7nh5sHS7EyPJwqIZKoTHy9dZ6ua9/w480-h640/Inside+Bus.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Can you imagine being the bus driver (Edwin) and driving many hours listening to this excitement?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjft8DNmFu2q96C7LV7MA_1OTXnlVrqAz-JJC9ydr7TfEV84OcW7bs7420Y29lHdPeSdAaH4ABI_LPBUpVP4-13A8nySue0LhFluoqkpekc7ET3nvSo6uXQj_11yvLuL0_jNmzIdBlBly20/s1000/Bibles.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjft8DNmFu2q96C7LV7MA_1OTXnlVrqAz-JJC9ydr7TfEV84OcW7bs7420Y29lHdPeSdAaH4ABI_LPBUpVP4-13A8nySue0LhFluoqkpekc7ET3nvSo6uXQj_11yvLuL0_jNmzIdBlBly20/w640-h480/Bibles.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We want to thank everyone who donated towards the Bibles. These are in English, Lusoga and Luganda, but the ones previously ordered were solar, audible and Luganda. When everything settles down, Pastor Richard will be heading to the villages that are requesting him. Why? When COVID hit and the country was closed down, people in the deep villages had no access to food. Between Edwin and the village leaders working together and our wonderful donors from Canada, they were able to feed many, many people. Edwin and David accessed the food and because of the danger of starvation, the armed soldiers distributed it, explaining the food was from Jesus. The big question for them now is....who is this Jesus?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR0HiAWZ4qHKbINd3bF1RqgrCOItqA3TVlwDRv5YsIzfK72ccQ2x_fAScbZtLt76sYDvjpLBtgVMD8LoTbLzBdtKMixX_jQb-NozKz9LDjzZVkqcLx4nBeOXh_JR9gF7nc5K8s1EcOFVuO/s2048/Joanne+Tree.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR0HiAWZ4qHKbINd3bF1RqgrCOItqA3TVlwDRv5YsIzfK72ccQ2x_fAScbZtLt76sYDvjpLBtgVMD8LoTbLzBdtKMixX_jQb-NozKz9LDjzZVkqcLx4nBeOXh_JR9gF7nc5K8s1EcOFVuO/w480-h640/Joanne+Tree.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>OK, don't get excited. Remember when we elderly people were kids? We used to climb trees to pick fruit too. These are jackfruit and my favourite. If I ever get the chance to return, I won't be climbing but I'm definitely looking for this tree.</div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg87coXZqvB97adVlBuhQqyLtC9KIOxi_Rgt8AhrIyiQWIwLo_WU8M6NUulnmIMq-Z_PLmarWU9Hjfx6Ybuo9lHOVfxi3PEcQdlG8hNl9fRA-tKUg9_9VJLW8z-OorCnjW9tX5gs9atI77N/s4000/Jackfriut.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg87coXZqvB97adVlBuhQqyLtC9KIOxi_Rgt8AhrIyiQWIwLo_WU8M6NUulnmIMq-Z_PLmarWU9Hjfx6Ybuo9lHOVfxi3PEcQdlG8hNl9fRA-tKUg9_9VJLW8z-OorCnjW9tX5gs9atI77N/w640-h480/Jackfriut.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Annette, Joanne, Zakia, Marian and Eva....I'm so happy they have a few more years with us.</div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkZUS-SIu67csQoXoEb8ll3MPJ4OHlir0aR5BsUBbX3JehkUFw5PvE9Qm0KXIMEdHuHvnRdd77jI9-n4LUuYA0e44tpsHBjYOva70laUky1lOzC93_m0ncbVwG93HB9-0LyHu5soQvIf9J/s1080/Clothes.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkZUS-SIu67csQoXoEb8ll3MPJ4OHlir0aR5BsUBbX3JehkUFw5PvE9Qm0KXIMEdHuHvnRdd77jI9-n4LUuYA0e44tpsHBjYOva70laUky1lOzC93_m0ncbVwG93HB9-0LyHu5soQvIf9J/w640-h480/Clothes.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm thinking Edwin had gone to the market to get these clothes and Mama Precious is distributing them. The one good thing is, everything is passed down and when they don't fit anyone, out to our neighbours they go. It's been a year since I was there and the children are growing so quickly. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzcRqHtRyj7Z_sZtsVsG-N31UaaOt1IpctZRO9QuSgcwW0BnyZbPb8F4dM_N4u7IZwVdmAhnMu8YF9K718ImA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Edwin teaching the kids English by singing.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Edwin and I would like you all to understand how much we appreciate what you have done for Home of Angels over the past almost 12 years. Beginning in 2010, with a request from a person I didn't know, "Edwin" who wanted to feed some garbage dump kids. He asked me for help!! Long story short...I sent him some money for rice. He sent me pictures of the dump and pictures of feeding the children. I had never been there, but before I knew it, snakes or no snakes, I was on a plane and never looked back.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzDBEbL3d-pEb4KxENfD6hLSEUR9Tp1916832uL_8NS4QqcvySniWH1ZwlcpKKXbgK28wJaU9yIbZvU4AOzxf6GBIWM2iC9J5dZHWawKtJw6fgwI_t2asdYu3Ql4wiyc9SiJbiUe0CsSbI/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="360" data-original-width="480" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzDBEbL3d-pEb4KxENfD6hLSEUR9Tp1916832uL_8NS4QqcvySniWH1ZwlcpKKXbgK28wJaU9yIbZvU4AOzxf6GBIWM2iC9J5dZHWawKtJw6fgwI_t2asdYu3Ql4wiyc9SiJbiUe0CsSbI/w640-h480/garbage.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div style="text-align: center;">The local dump where orphans wanted to be called "Angels" </div></blockquote><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfWoyn4RyYFgg5cvdLsnHSA7Mr0ppbYVZiXlMGHjsCiAxhCzAtowgjwWUQ0VRuuuZuew_S2QOFX_hzE54JavXTLP8UlBBJg14eLK9Yv9mYmPhxJO6XIPjIhjCSld-drIStNgxPJp8dPmRq/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfWoyn4RyYFgg5cvdLsnHSA7Mr0ppbYVZiXlMGHjsCiAxhCzAtowgjwWUQ0VRuuuZuew_S2QOFX_hzE54JavXTLP8UlBBJg14eLK9Yv9mYmPhxJO6XIPjIhjCSld-drIStNgxPJp8dPmRq/w640-h480/feeding+dump.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div>Edwin asked the Aunties to help him feed the kids. They did and this picture, I will treasure forever. This was our beginning. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks to all of you for standing with us to make a difference in Jinja, Uganda.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348966715303045708.post-84081401474011649962020-12-21T13:20:00.000-08:002020-12-21T13:20:09.007-08:00A Birthday Party For Jesus<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaYoF4JHHxh6b89QaFsCIAPgPQ0wVtYzVBuFGGyD5LgUOj0TxG3hc4T5qHmLMB0lOOK3CfrKVNyFalQDHaUjNOQTXFzUKJixWUnXy_elUnaRoNsnjWEz3ebR-ci6GRGt8GxsIz7X-UeT4/s715/Ivan+and+Precious.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaYoF4JHHxh6b89QaFsCIAPgPQ0wVtYzVBuFGGyD5LgUOj0TxG3hc4T5qHmLMB0lOOK3CfrKVNyFalQDHaUjNOQTXFzUKJixWUnXy_elUnaRoNsnjWEz3ebR-ci6GRGt8GxsIz7X-UeT4/s715/Ivan+and+Precious.jpeg" style="clear: right; 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margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaYoF4JHHxh6b89QaFsCIAPgPQ0wVtYzVBuFGGyD5LgUOj0TxG3hc4T5qHmLMB0lOOK3CfrKVNyFalQDHaUjNOQTXFzUKJixWUnXy_elUnaRoNsnjWEz3ebR-ci6GRGt8GxsIz7X-UeT4/s715/Ivan+and+Precious.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaYoF4JHHxh6b89QaFsCIAPgPQ0wVtYzVBuFGGyD5LgUOj0TxG3hc4T5qHmLMB0lOOK3CfrKVNyFalQDHaUjNOQTXFzUKJixWUnXy_elUnaRoNsnjWEz3ebR-ci6GRGt8GxsIz7X-UeT4/s715/Ivan+and+Precious.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></a><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;">There are many things that can never be forgotten. The most important one is God's love for His children, in fact, He will <i>never</i> forget or stop loving us. His promise to care for His people was more certain than a mother's love for her own child. God generously gave us the most unselfish gift: His only Son, who was born in a manger "because there was no place for them in the inn."</p><p style="text-align: left;">Edwin, Precious, and the children recently celebrated His birth with their annual Christmas party. Normally, they would having waited until Christmas day and invited approximately two hundred neighbourhood kids to celebrate with them, but with COVID-19 and election violence, it was impossible this year. COVID-19 is getting worse in our area and the election situation could change at a moment's notice as it did four years ago. Many have already evacuated to their village of birth and until election day on January 14th, everything is uncertain. We have been blessed with a bus and are prepared, but in the meantime, we want to focus on happier thoughts and that's sharing the following pictures with you.</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPE6lCFKKQvPzA3jbF_6agfmOTqxsp0S6lROCrqJbqYozY0J_Ywra3mip2sph6B_gQhdxgI5t3Dha4U4bJBpWv4Up_6UkZJF07JVSby9tD3KV6hq-bJs4fXTnDMBUQe4FP5CZHe8QAOTSd/s992/Ivan.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="992" data-original-width="744" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPE6lCFKKQvPzA3jbF_6agfmOTqxsp0S6lROCrqJbqYozY0J_Ywra3mip2sph6B_gQhdxgI5t3Dha4U4bJBpWv4Up_6UkZJF07JVSby9tD3KV6hq-bJs4fXTnDMBUQe4FP5CZHe8QAOTSd/w480-h640/Ivan.jpeg" width="480" /></a></p></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Our special Ivan who has been with us for nine years was elected as the most helpful, kind, and thoughtful brother at Home of Angels. A child that everyone would come to in a time of crisis. To honor him, Edwin and Precious bought him a desk clock and presented it at their Christmas party. Ivan has also excelled in his studies and will attend an advanced school in 2021.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqWVKKmOlVVZNSrHx_aIBy7FMnTqwJN_-Bav0pf9yw9n_x3fs2czQg84PkYmUmCI5nTGptKFOKzGGfwOa-9i84q3xPk9282MuTeLEt6TcDBvfazmV4JJkSXypim2kr_WUufNUU2UHArlUC/s715/Ivan+and+Precious.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="715" data-original-width="574" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqWVKKmOlVVZNSrHx_aIBy7FMnTqwJN_-Bav0pf9yw9n_x3fs2czQg84PkYmUmCI5nTGptKFOKzGGfwOa-9i84q3xPk9282MuTeLEt6TcDBvfazmV4JJkSXypim2kr_WUufNUU2UHArlUC/w514-h640/Ivan+and+Precious.jpeg" width="514" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Precious awarding Ivan his present at the party.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMBXvpDga_6G7v1KVxuIyOL9BZUTncY9QnTSszRxSlRstd6txndYcaQP6QG2qJ9azMlbhGLbvRYCJDw7qP24qiVnilNyEUyuI2EKIoTfg-SA14bFJPaHCAERzVsCr47HabLrQgPAdSoyKF/s1000/Christmas+Tree.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMBXvpDga_6G7v1KVxuIyOL9BZUTncY9QnTSszRxSlRstd6txndYcaQP6QG2qJ9azMlbhGLbvRYCJDw7qP24qiVnilNyEUyuI2EKIoTfg-SA14bFJPaHCAERzVsCr47HabLrQgPAdSoyKF/w480-h640/Christmas+Tree.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Don't you just love their Christmas tree? This is a very special tree and because these branches are so difficult to find, they take great pride in putting anything on it to make it look beautiful. I see they were able to make some popcorn but to get anything else right now was nearly impossible. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4eFQqSiw0zXmvpyEm4c07vRf2U4HZC9M3lL17vc6Ldj5tkDWtiVKS_f5qgX53ngdItGGyC23QMpbYAdkqUIJCDY3jzmVA2Z-XnZYgoyy2CVQve036pjcvj_B6E7aXN8KvH-Ge_LJsyD-o/s976/white+frosting.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="730" data-original-width="976" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4eFQqSiw0zXmvpyEm4c07vRf2U4HZC9M3lL17vc6Ldj5tkDWtiVKS_f5qgX53ngdItGGyC23QMpbYAdkqUIJCDY3jzmVA2Z-XnZYgoyy2CVQve036pjcvj_B6E7aXN8KvH-Ge_LJsyD-o/w320-h238/white+frosting.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;">I've never seen such beautiful cakes there.</blockquote><p style="text-align: center;">Maybe Precious made them 💕 </p><p> </p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ7qKZL_hWqX65VRT5lnI1QRVoEWJ7yS9WAq6oFwgk86jcDsBOGHp0WyWqdOEHgDZcDgbNoeg48Qrat6U6hARguNFPwBKQqRwJM4sg1Q4M8N-m61a9khIcMjGWf5gM8ws2hSu-5wmnr-ng/s1080/pink.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ7qKZL_hWqX65VRT5lnI1QRVoEWJ7yS9WAq6oFwgk86jcDsBOGHp0WyWqdOEHgDZcDgbNoeg48Qrat6U6hARguNFPwBKQqRwJM4sg1Q4M8N-m61a9khIcMjGWf5gM8ws2hSu-5wmnr-ng/s320/pink.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Merry Christmas </p><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfvF2miVU73sDKbJIj6GmQoBFWn3Y474TR_hyphenhyphenotOQXZWboxYS_YJX5Xrv8ZlGp0DhrDJMBo3EGdxOzGeDgLvhnNQ8RdxdyrWI9o4so50FfWVk-BV6D5JddPuOQrPtKBbVyhOtvWj0c-JJY/s1001/orange.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="808" data-original-width="1001" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfvF2miVU73sDKbJIj6GmQoBFWn3Y474TR_hyphenhyphenotOQXZWboxYS_YJX5Xrv8ZlGp0DhrDJMBo3EGdxOzGeDgLvhnNQ8RdxdyrWI9o4so50FfWVk-BV6D5JddPuOQrPtKBbVyhOtvWj0c-JJY/s320/orange.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;">Merry Xmas</blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfd10Duka8Q7597NvV4kU0zQiowToidWjXnY35e9kO8RKVwnBsy3vmSDRAxuk8_iqv4ovMwN8RkiWC7EM3uf_QZw029QJ6qLQdybMBeH9VKI-32N5BW_CHloaHP_LDX3BqjnO_9POw5ENR/s1000/cutting+cake.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfd10Duka8Q7597NvV4kU0zQiowToidWjXnY35e9kO8RKVwnBsy3vmSDRAxuk8_iqv4ovMwN8RkiWC7EM3uf_QZw029QJ6qLQdybMBeH9VKI-32N5BW_CHloaHP_LDX3BqjnO_9POw5ENR/w640-h480/cutting+cake.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is the most exciting part of any party....who gets to cut the cake?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg33RalHSu-lOmgpVWV6w5NPhnbMsSvbQsTQtqPma_tZZMbdJMdqY2fklPwEp9ixqP8ooeVBRHHHCf-7KjKeA5u2Va7UASBEatumekpE8vmoQtU9dLCZsig4uU-Jn4mokZMp0x58qcFjlhH/s1000/party.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg33RalHSu-lOmgpVWV6w5NPhnbMsSvbQsTQtqPma_tZZMbdJMdqY2fklPwEp9ixqP8ooeVBRHHHCf-7KjKeA5u2Va7UASBEatumekpE8vmoQtU9dLCZsig4uU-Jn4mokZMp0x58qcFjlhH/w640-h480/party.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">No.... I'm wrong, it's the sodas! For these kids, to have a soda is the same as us getting a new computer.</div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG-799M2zDbqaD1Jisi-K85OkC8-vT0UHxvPUUIt-L7mvJIxYhUeZ1hIBn0Gg_wXiYNAOi2Iyj97fOJQrsHFQq-yY8G0qhQUwXwA_94XqXjdRXygoC9odQhydZnPhqrEbRnz21DTQE_0zr/s2048/Bus+at+home.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG-799M2zDbqaD1Jisi-K85OkC8-vT0UHxvPUUIt-L7mvJIxYhUeZ1hIBn0Gg_wXiYNAOi2Iyj97fOJQrsHFQq-yY8G0qhQUwXwA_94XqXjdRXygoC9odQhydZnPhqrEbRnz21DTQE_0zr/w480-h640/Bus+at+home.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Our new bus is safely home </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS4S_GrT1MnyA-fcFQdnB0rGE_smKhHLwUvMqZtbHviXOuHyA-yOfn-5QPVulYmwIOX0A355t4eJcth-D6yWuECRO4fHXkbPMwvuqrSQDspZPnq764ka1io6Kqq5BChp0dPCm4tOX3DMN2/s1000/children+thanks.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="563" data-original-width="1000" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS4S_GrT1MnyA-fcFQdnB0rGE_smKhHLwUvMqZtbHviXOuHyA-yOfn-5QPVulYmwIOX0A355t4eJcth-D6yWuECRO4fHXkbPMwvuqrSQDspZPnq764ka1io6Kqq5BChp0dPCm4tOX3DMN2/w640-h360/children+thanks.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;">The children prepared a Merry Christmas sign for all of you expressing their thanks for caring for them. Honestly, you have no idea how happy they are to go to school six days a week, to learn to speak English and to have food on the table every day. But, I think all this happiness comes from having a real family that truly loves each other. Something none of them had ever experienced in the past.</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzzucY7yjQ3RCLQRqfUJu1Zl3KEYVG57b4iqP5o1gQQmpRK8vmrmnAnkKHeyfruHou2sHsBIhdNKB9gfC9zzw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;">On behalf of all of us at Home of Angels, we wish you peace, happiness, and the love that the true meaning of Christmas brings. Thank you for praying for us and never giving up making a difference in these children's lives.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you all.</p><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSpdSLD6L4Fb2vuTiiPLiz2m-31eoTc5wAnUycMttCWLsqhRpnATlBKfrFGYHwegfu1OV0C59KomLjMHcOq_uDmBpsN2vIu0MTne4JI1RT3hyphenhyphenf9H-eT-WFsrpScs1R-PDcF1GtMv7Ch4FL/s992/Ivan.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSpdSLD6L4Fb2vuTiiPLiz2m-31eoTc5wAnUycMttCWLsqhRpnATlBKfrFGYHwegfu1OV0C59KomLjMHcOq_uDmBpsN2vIu0MTne4JI1RT3hyphenhyphenf9H-eT-WFsrpScs1R-PDcF1GtMv7Ch4FL/s992/Ivan.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSpdSLD6L4Fb2vuTiiPLiz2m-31eoTc5wAnUycMttCWLsqhRpnATlBKfrFGYHwegfu1OV0C59KomLjMHcOq_uDmBpsN2vIu0MTne4JI1RT3hyphenhyphenf9H-eT-WFsrpScs1R-PDcF1GtMv7Ch4FL/s992/Ivan.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><br /></div><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzvD_ciIRJUF1iBDcJ-l3nZ_A00tHaQHse1gy5jwOa2kaw4oC5rv3AgMtC0lD5V3a7OdyM-Mzvz6pgNkES5-g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348966715303045708.post-7393801214239046912020-11-25T15:38:00.000-08:002020-11-25T15:38:01.667-08:00Dreams Do Come True<p><br /></p><p>Have you ever noticed the hundreds of people who pay money to run a race, climb a mountain or just push their limit of endurance in some way? Then there are the people that reach out to strangers to help them finish their race? Not just to finish first but to pursue teamwork as a model of living out their faith in Jesus. That's exactly how Edwin and I feel with what's happening with the race we're experiencing at our Home of Angels. Many of you are those people who are reaching out to help complete strangers and there is not enough words to express our "Thanks". Those of you who sponsor the children; donations to help us provide a home and schools for them. To build a medical clinic that is also helping the sick in our community, and our biggest dream, a church. This dream will soon be fulfilled.</p><p>We've started a self-sustainability program where each child will leave HOA with a trade. Our children phasing out next year at 18-years-old have been offered a theology course at YWAM in order that they can come back to HOA and work in our new church. Not only that, each child when they leave will carry a photo album filled with pictures of the time spent with us. Thanks Hannah so much.</p><p>Times are very uneasy right now in Uganda. The COVID-19 that's gripping the country; the elections once again causing turmoil on the streets and the poverty creating a lack of food. There's another thank you. All of you that donated money to feed the 6,000 people.</p><p>We honestly couldn't have done it without the help of God putting you on our amazing team. All of you wonderful people helped us with these projects and we want you to know how grateful we are.</p><div>Since I left Uganda before the COVID-19, the following are some of the projects that have been completed. </div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy8J5ItzwLebUzQbojk9eYD4dsszVbmm82_Kw76bPtIWpqNpgt4Sxs40omXEC7PSfdKOfRBRueckuaRWG4gB98q5kXz8zbeWTB4u0Uio1K1PrbZ5SRhIdKuTNWSDfcy4HCYr78d28BSh1P/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy8J5ItzwLebUzQbojk9eYD4dsszVbmm82_Kw76bPtIWpqNpgt4Sxs40omXEC7PSfdKOfRBRueckuaRWG4gB98q5kXz8zbeWTB4u0Uio1K1PrbZ5SRhIdKuTNWSDfcy4HCYr78d28BSh1P/w640-h480/IMG_4873.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div></span><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>Ptarmigan Primary School <br /><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSg8PSukRCXzeMSwMAWWEE1fgCwkqdoWldqUEtFFn9nrWJCNf6d1OuSIvojaDG8el7LERN9rzAdYRr1bjxUQJSGOAfGBooxXQqy_okVWbWcfg_CB2hT-Wc__ADQKPzgNhbqY0lFHzU9p65/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSg8PSukRCXzeMSwMAWWEE1fgCwkqdoWldqUEtFFn9nrWJCNf6d1OuSIvojaDG8el7LERN9rzAdYRr1bjxUQJSGOAfGBooxXQqy_okVWbWcfg_CB2hT-Wc__ADQKPzgNhbqY0lFHzU9p65/w640-h480/Ptarmigan+Primary.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now that schools are open in Uganda, Ptarmigan Primary school was completed in the nick of time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Presently our children at Home of Angels are attending but when the time is right, we have a full list of applicants that will also attend from communities surrounding us.</div><br /><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpbGol9YttkJ0PUmdlm6ihpSHUeO-NwBLLH-fYB_j9zckhSvLaMbfOSpGIupAe_z_flu2_5J44xzEdtEz_Cktasu-OImmqXfbZ_9pW-ldYq2QjyNCLGkhELVb1fl7SYATkQFdvty6qi7Mx/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpbGol9YttkJ0PUmdlm6ihpSHUeO-NwBLLH-fYB_j9zckhSvLaMbfOSpGIupAe_z_flu2_5J44xzEdtEz_Cktasu-OImmqXfbZ_9pW-ldYq2QjyNCLGkhELVb1fl7SYATkQFdvty6qi7Mx/w640-h480/PHOTO-2020-11-17-01-10-25+2.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: left;">Meet the teachers and principal of both schools. Two of the teachers are presently teaching at Morning Star and the others are all working with the children at Ptarmigan Primary school. With COVID-19 and the uneasyness on the streets, we will not be bringing in new students until it's safe. We have been approved for the pandemic situation.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgxpmmHwIZqeaCwiCMHwtt-B3AHoI5-AHpqe9XjNdSU5KzfVqwScmM3kx5PmXAMNHex8ltEPNp6n4u6bONTofjUjq4z72SjSZTpIzoqkrnnOyHxEfAJSO2m_wqN1KkQ-W75x9Lbrqi4Co5/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="756" data-original-width="1008" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgxpmmHwIZqeaCwiCMHwtt-B3AHoI5-AHpqe9XjNdSU5KzfVqwScmM3kx5PmXAMNHex8ltEPNp6n4u6bONTofjUjq4z72SjSZTpIzoqkrnnOyHxEfAJSO2m_wqN1KkQ-W75x9Lbrqi4Co5/w640-h480/PHOTO-2020-11-21-11-41-29+2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We've recently been donated a 36-seater school bus that will enable all students to get back and forth from school. Thanks to Ptarmigan Foundation for purchasing a bus for their Primary school. What an amazing gift!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO-bhOWMd4duCFJreRgar_vOOYm-d32rPKKGENVf72JLTJ5vnHrnNR_ePelSzqp-F2nNQdIORIFIHNmTAHvSMMjrJH-yifd8rv8DkibrCC47LlEDCHsKNUk5_ZBMYnIDsFLE7qD9hisM-H/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO-bhOWMd4duCFJreRgar_vOOYm-d32rPKKGENVf72JLTJ5vnHrnNR_ePelSzqp-F2nNQdIORIFIHNmTAHvSMMjrJH-yifd8rv8DkibrCC47LlEDCHsKNUk5_ZBMYnIDsFLE7qD9hisM-H/w480-h640/Morning+Star+Nursery+School.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Again, with everything currently happening in Uganda, only our kids are attending but in time, registration will start for our Morning Star nursery school. </div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSIh_SZvvhzmOjZRwJN0FwaMsFTA5d1CB4xC2R_yEE1d56nawb2mH2ZYlPHjZb63LjP6AAJ46_NipYtyYy5WKGfPVK6AMA_NfulErvldjcAEfsoE3-IwJLYeIZlvwhxzmUedUBAcTvhpBN/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSIh_SZvvhzmOjZRwJN0FwaMsFTA5d1CB4xC2R_yEE1d56nawb2mH2ZYlPHjZb63LjP6AAJ46_NipYtyYy5WKGfPVK6AMA_NfulErvldjcAEfsoE3-IwJLYeIZlvwhxzmUedUBAcTvhpBN/w640-h480/learning+to+wash+.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The children have learned to wash their hands and practice it even before entering the school room.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-G_rMH7kMn74KVNfToZU-PmIpvgZzQt6xu7UyguZ_Vgwulof4-FjJuVwDzXO1jHpWN1DjC6hDx_wVNH9qplOaByT949PYanZWT2qyAqr3rx2DOJ5EB7z2Dbxc8u1vYwvCVj252KcQq9mh/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-G_rMH7kMn74KVNfToZU-PmIpvgZzQt6xu7UyguZ_Vgwulof4-FjJuVwDzXO1jHpWN1DjC6hDx_wVNH9qplOaByT949PYanZWT2qyAqr3rx2DOJ5EB7z2Dbxc8u1vYwvCVj252KcQq9mh/w640-h480/PHOTO-2020-11-13-00-10-01.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I don't think they knew this picture was taken because they look like they are really learning. Ugandan kids really feel it is a privilege to go to school and when I hear them in our meetings together, they are really starting to improve their English. Now, if we could just get over the shyness of looking into a computer.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimbDs_Ytm64lvzGBBjOe6aaKAJpmeAdMaqzpOoF32OB-rT-YHaZygNxffBcbupPEBB9OpcBXdp-Ez6MX-JPw7wCtIal-WOEN_Jf7WA1s5OJIHmL7nPs9LIEm-4Og5Zft6bkOf7eLDRIHqe/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimbDs_Ytm64lvzGBBjOe6aaKAJpmeAdMaqzpOoF32OB-rT-YHaZygNxffBcbupPEBB9OpcBXdp-Ez6MX-JPw7wCtIal-WOEN_Jf7WA1s5OJIHmL7nPs9LIEm-4Og5Zft6bkOf7eLDRIHqe/w640-h480/Digging+the+Septic.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We recently had to dig another hole for the waste in the latrine that was built 10 years ago. Can you imagine one man doing this by hand? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoCbiIcrYvrP5iMTlDPn6ykgDIN_DPvDk4-r_UtByCPDlVUZMqb1WquXtfM4enyhR7kczyGlmS6uTRQzFKPUprd5ccqbOsuA3ITzOCxXEYfaqEfWX9mcMi_H8au0Uw-PrXxuSeBrAfErOS/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="610" data-original-width="810" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoCbiIcrYvrP5iMTlDPn6ykgDIN_DPvDk4-r_UtByCPDlVUZMqb1WquXtfM4enyhR7kczyGlmS6uTRQzFKPUprd5ccqbOsuA3ITzOCxXEYfaqEfWX9mcMi_H8au0Uw-PrXxuSeBrAfErOS/w640-h480/Church+%25231.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We're almost to our dream....the church. This picture is only an example, not reality. The land is purchased and who knows...by next year it's a possibility. We just keeping praying. One good thing is we have a very dedicated Pastor who is coming on board with us as an employee soon. We are currently able to purchase Bibles and slowly everything will come together.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlNKucoWVYNPzKD8w9tMvlhZEyXuaNKN2BesKQGyk4Usrz7YsqsxRC8HB80M0K6ecu9gdNq7JH2y_t_LM5dnkfGHBwg5EQiiD78Yfw1ONXAZ7LUF8dPDKSj_SOEY3XsZZYqoJ-3mtKNSLT/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="1441" data-original-width="2048" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlNKucoWVYNPzKD8w9tMvlhZEyXuaNKN2BesKQGyk4Usrz7YsqsxRC8HB80M0K6ecu9gdNq7JH2y_t_LM5dnkfGHBwg5EQiiD78Yfw1ONXAZ7LUF8dPDKSj_SOEY3XsZZYqoJ-3mtKNSLT/w640-h450/Oh+Canada.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I might be in trouble with this picture but it's my very favourite throughout our journey of Home of Angels</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Uganda is not exempt from COVID-19 but the statistics are so much better than North America. There have been 18,165 cases with 181 deaths. The borders are all open, including the airport but wouldn't you know, another situation is currently happening. The elections will be on January 14, 2021. Of course, as in any election there is violence so please pray for the people there. Thank you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0