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“You shall eat the fruit of the labor of your hands, you shall be blessed, and it shall be well with you.” Psalm 128:2

The bean and peanut farmers have begun to harvest. So far we have gotten our half of beans from two women. They yield was very good, one bringing in a little more than the other one. At the projected prices when we sell, we will have made the money back that we supplied them with. On the one woman, there will be a little profit. We haven’t started buying any of theirs yet. We will buy theirs at the fair market price as it is right now, hold it, and sell when prices go up. The peanuts are being dug, they dig them up and then pile them in big circles in their fields to dry.

The rice is looking good, probably be a few more weeks until they harvest. And it looks like the rains are over, to my disappointment! I love it when it rains even though my floors stay dirty! But the cool nights and mornings are still here. Hope they stay awhile!

Keep praying for the harvest, that there is a good yield – both for the farmers and The Mandate. Pray for honesty in the farmers while they are harvesting and splitting the crops with us. So far it hasn’t been too much to keep up with, but it may be more difficult as more start bringing in their crops.

We’ve had a difficult month already with different things going on so I ask for your prayers for strength, perseverance and patience. For wisdom and tempered tongues when dealing with difficult people, and fairness when it comes to wrongdoing. For health, strengthening of faith and of character. Your prayers mean so much and are felt here when you pray there!

“Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope,  and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.”  Romans 5:3-5

The picture at top is some of the rice fields getting close to harvest time! Here are a few more…

Monday morning we drove toward Kenya to the forest where we feed the baboons. We wanted Olivia and Jessica to see them. Usually you can pull to the side of the road and honk and they will come running out of the woods. Just as we were passing the turn to go to Kenya there were some in the road. Bit there is so much traffic right there we didn’t want them to get run over. We drove til we were in the forest, parked, honked and…no baboons. Moved down the road a little and repeated. We drove past the forest doing this and didn’t see any more baboons. Chris turned around and drove back the way we came. Finally Jessica saw one. We fed him, thinking more would come but they didn’t. We drove some more and finally came up on a group of them. It was very exciting for the girls and Raelee, they all fed them from their hands. Very brave! It was a good end to a fun weekend. Can’t wait to spend more to with the girls!

Running out of bananas so I threw her a mango!

This guy was looking over the truck door. He was big!

The babies are the cutest!

Sula went with us to take the girls back

There was a discussion after I saw this pic!

Two weeks ago we started planning a weekend for our American friends that are staying at OVU school to come out and see what we do and spend some time with the village kids. Olivia and Jessica are college students from Shreveport and are here for six weeks working with kids at the school our Canadian friends have. So since we don’t have groups of kids here all the time we put the word out that we would be having American friends and fun on this weekend, invite some kids. Kids were invited…Saturday we had five hundred and on Sunday there were a little over three hundred that came! When the girls arrived I think they may have been a little overwhelmed, I know I was! But there was so much fun, laughter and for that many children, really no problems except we did not have enough balls, jump ropes or colored chalk. We will work on that for next time! I am so thankful that our workers that had come with their kids really pulled together and helped because I hadn’t planned for that many and would not have known what to do! Our girl Salma is the best with kids and she pretty much ran the show! Jennifer and Olivia played with the kids and I think both sides loved it! I told a story each morning and invited them to come on Sundays, so the mandaze lady better be ready! I don’t think it is too much to spend $50-$60 to share with 800 children about Jesus, and love on them! I do have to say, I don’t think we will do this every week, we are still trying to recuperate! But it would be a good thing to do it every couple of months. Unless this is what God intends our Sunday School size to be! I’m good with that! (I know, crazy to hear me say something like that!)

Jessica and Derick

Jessica and Olivia singing to the kids

Pretty sure the koolaid was supposed to go in the water jug!

Two amazing helpers!

This past Tuesday we were invited to Derick’s high school to speak to a Bible study group on campus. We were told that in the past year or so the group has been dwindling down until it’s only been about thirty-five students coming each week. By Derick’s word of mouth and his enthusiasm and love for us, he told us he had three hundred students sign up to be there! We weren’t sure if we understood that correctly, but it really didn’t matter if there were thirty or three hundred. Of course everybody needed us just before we were to leave, trying to get away, and taking Bakali (who is Derick’s ‘brother?’) with us to show the way, we understood the school to be about fifteen-twenty minutes down the highway going to Jinja and we had thirty minutes to get there. Let me stop here.

In America, sometimes back roads are more convenient to get somewhere. I always liked to take the interstate if I could in the city rather than be caught in traffic on some two-lane back road. On the Harley we preferred back roads. But here, they insist “this” road is a short cut and every time we have listened and followed their directions it has taken twice as long and seemed a miracle the truck didn’t come apart at the seams. You don’t even know what pot-holes and uneven roads are until you drive the roads of Uganda! Okay, back to the story…fifteen minutes late and stressed out about it!

The classroom was packed like sardines, we could hear the singing before we got out of the truck. There were three hundred plus students packed in there. It was amazing, hot and I’m not sure I’ve ever told you but most here do not wear deodorant. So we will leave it at that. Derick got to introduce us, as his parents. I am Mommy and had to stand up and speak – not one of my strengths in that big a crowd! I did get teary seeing all the faces and hearing them singing about Jesus at this important time in their lives, the time when they are at a crossroad between child and adult, deciding what their future will look like. I thanked them and told them how it fills my heart to see so many present and their faith is such an encouragement. Then I told them that I was going to turn it over to my husband because he is the speaker in our family!

Christian gave a message from Jeremiah and encouraged these young adults to make the right decisions now, decisions to follow Christ and let Him lead their lives. He has a plan for each and every one of them and if they would just seek Him and follow His plan they can change the lives of those around them, and together they can all change the direction of this country. It was very relevant to each and every one of their lives. He didn’t have to have an interpreter so I believe he had more freedom to speak the word. I know when I tell the stories it is so difficult to keep a rhythm when you have to stop every sentence or so.

After the message we got to sit down with the head teacher of the school who informed Christian that in twenty minutes he was going to speak to the entire school – eight to nine hundred of the thousand students who attend the high school with a very large percentage being muslim. Whoa, talk about being put on the spot! That doesn’t usually intimidate my husband but I think it threw him just a little. It’s not that he doesn’t usually have something to say, it is just more difficult here when you have translators, beliefs that are either mixed up or ingrained from many years of teaching the muslim faith. I saw him looking up a few scripture on his phone. When they were ready for him, God had him ready for them.

When we walked up to the front of the students it was a little overwhelming. Raelee and I sat right in front and kids were only about two feet away. It is very awkward to feel hundreds of eyes staring at you, not smiling, no expression. Just staring. I often feel like we are the main attraction at the zoo!  He spoke about David and Goliath, and when he mentioned Goliath, the whole place went crazy, yelling and laughing. We still don’t know what that was about! But when he was telling them about how close David had to have been to kill the lion and kill the bear, he grabbed his beard and pulled himself close enough to one student that he could have grabbed it and said “This is how close David had to be to grab that lion. And the crowd went wild again – only this time we knew why. I think he had all of their attention from that moment on.

After that we took Derick back to his apartment, he was eager for us to see the place that we pay for and how he lives. We met his landlady who has been really impressed with what a kind and responsible young man he is, she even lets him have electricity for free so that he doesn’t have to do his studies by candlelight. Then we got to see his apartment, a 5’x7′ room with a curtain in the middle to separate his bed from the other half. But he is very proud to have his own space, not to have to stay at the dorm packed in a bunk bed with hundreds of other students. It would be more expensive and he wouldn’t be able to leave when he wants to, he wouldn’t be able to come to church if he lived on campus. We are proud of him and so happy to be able to support this young man with so much potential.

Finally we were ready to leave, ready to drive to Jinja and eat Mexican food! We gave Bakali transport money to get back home and headed out the other direction – to the highway. On the way home we timed where we had gotten off the road on our trip to the school. The highway took 15 minutes, the shortcut almost an hour! We have learned that when they say shortcut it is anything but!

(Oh yeah, didn’t realize there was a guy picking his nose until I had this post finished. Enjoy! 🙂

Usually when I make apple dumplings everyone is so excited about it. Christian has been wanting chocolate-oatmeal cookies but I was trying to use up the last of my pastry dough so I made apple dumplings instead. He was not enthusiastic enough and it hurt my feelings. Then when they were done I asked how they were and got a lame response of “they really have no taste”. Oh no, you did not just say that. So I ate one. It did seem like something was missing, but there was the taste of apple and butter. Maybe I used too much butter. After my second one I said “Was I supposed to put sugar in this” “Well, yeah you were supposed to put a cup or two in”! No wonder they weren’t very good!

In honor of Father’s Day I made chocolate-peanut butter cookies just for him – and they were perfect!

Happy Father’s Day to all Dads on the frontlines! The new Dads and the ones who are battle-scarred this day is made to honor you!

Happy Father’s Day to our Heavenly Father. If it wasn’t for you where would we be?

“What do you think? If a man owns a hundred sheep, and one of them wanders away, will he not leave the ninety-nine on the hills and go to look for the one that wandered off?  And if he finds it, I tell you the truth, he is happier about that one sheep than about the ninety-nine that did not wander off.   In the same way your Father in heaven is not willing that any of these little ones should be lost.”  –Matthew 18:12-14 This is the love of God – that He would leave ninety-nine just to go find me, what an awesome Father!

I would like to say Happy Father’s Day to my Daddy. And to say thank you for being my dad. I know we don’t always see eye-to-eye on things (or should I say rarely!) and I know I am as much opposite of you as I am just like you so that combo may have something to do with our clashes! Once upon a time I told you I wasn’t going to raise my boys like you raised me. I was wrong, I did raise my boys like you raised me. I taught them to have manners, always respect others. Always be early – NEVER be late! Give an honest days work for an honest days pay; work hard and go above and beyond what is asked of you. Give a helping hand when you see someone in need without them having to ask. Your influence (whether I liked it or not) has had so much to do with the two men I have now. They have all of the above qualities and then some. You have influenced Raelee in the little time we have had her – always keep your surroundings clean, keep your grass cut and remember to leave something out for bigfoot. But seriously, the same qualities that were passed through me to the boys are being passed on to her. I would like you to know that all the trouble I caused you is being paid back to me – double I think! This girl is my twin and it hurts! I love you Daddy and wouldn’t trade you for anyone else’s Dad!

To my husband I say Happy Father’s Day to the most long-suffering, patient man I know. You have taken on three kids that were not your own and loved them and honored them as you would your own. You have made them your own and your influence on them (and the influence of Pops through you) has helped to mold them into the men they are today and is molding the little girl to whom you are superhero! Even though we are far from our grandchildren I know your influence will still make a difference through our son. Your prayers for them will be honored and will make a difference in their lives.

Pops, we miss you so much and I wish you could see the men the boys you loved so much have become. I wish you could see your great-grandchildren and could’ve met Raelee. You would have gotten quite a kick from that girl. But God wanted you more, he took you from us but he also took you from your suffering. Happy Father’s Day Pops!

So, if you are blessed to still have your Father around, even though you may be far away, make sure you let him know how much he is loved.

*Addition:

I had a hard time writing this post through tears, and I neglected to say Happy Father’s Day to Daniel. You make your Mama so proud of the man you have become. The wonderful Papa, husband and all the accomplishments you have made. I love you very, very much!

Why, even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows. Luke 12:7

Really we have had a quiet week. There were two deaths this week, one was our neighbor who we bought some of our land from. Our workers took off half a day to attend the burial. We are told that if your close neighbor dies you must not work or you can be beaten. So we let them go!  The other was a child that was run over by a taxi on the main road that leads from Kampala to Kenya. It is a dangerous road and I am thankful we don’t live right on it. We live down a dirt road that is rough and has many potholes in it, and darting children, chickens and goats. It is usually an obstacle course not to hit an animal and this week we almost ran over a child. Christian had slowed down because he saw two little kids and they got to the side of the road but at the last-minute the baby darted across in front of us. Christian had time to hit the brakes but I am sure it scared the little one pretty bad! Please be in prayer for the families that lost loved ones this week.

We’ve also had some unrest here, in Kampala so it really hasn’t affected us directly. There was a group of the military that were planning a coup to overthrow the president (which is how he became president thirty years ago). It was stopped before it happened and many of the military and opponents of the president were arrested. The election is still being talked about and many are not happy with their president. I don’t believe the plans to overthrow him will end any time soon. His main opponent is still under arrest, now he is being charged with treason because on inauguration day he held his own ceremony and called himself the new president. inauguration parties for the actual president were canceled because nobody showed up. The streets were said to be empty after the announcement he had won. Another soldier killed his wife, three other ladies and  three children. It is said that kind of situation has happened frequently with soldiers in the past few years.The men who enlist in the army have to serve until they are sixty-five, seems like that may be stressful.

Raelee picked and picked and picked her nose until it bled. (I know, gross). Zula called me outside to show me her nose. Later that night we looked in it with a flashlight and I swear it looked like some kind of larvae in it, she said it was a jigger in her nose, Christian said it was puss and infected. So we took her to Dr. Nelson the next morning. He said he didn’t think it was infected and told her to keep her finger out of her nose. (Jeesh, if it isn’t one thing it is another!) And no, jiggers do not get in your nose. (Unless maybe you stick your toe in your nose which wouldn’t surprise me a bit with this child).

The puppies are coming along in their training. They come when called, even away from the chickens. They sit for us and now for Zula, Cadetti and Sherifu, which they love to do to show off when people are around. Most of the people fear them and all of the children fear them. We made a mistake letting Raelee run from the front of our property to the back screaming for the dogs to chase her. Now when they get around the kids at the bore hole and the kids scream and run the dogs chase them which makes it worse. I had to run faster than I have run in a LONG time to get one girl to stop and wrangle the dogs. We must stop that before they chase someone out the gate or traumatize children forever!

We are now up to about ten chickens and Christian just built a small house for the two we already had with just enough room for a few more. Our farm manager said a while back that he had a chicken for us but was keeping it over there until we were ready for it. Well, it laid two eggs and the chicks grew up. Bakali ate one so we then had two chickens. The two chickens laid eggs and multiplied to four or five. They laid eggs so I believe we are up to eight or nine! He is supposed to bring them over this week. We were informed today that we are getting one more from a lady we took to the Dr. We aren’t sure our little chicken house will hold them all! I called Bakali last night because I didn’t realize I was out of eggs until I started to cook cornbread. He brought over four eggs from his mazungu chicken. (The chicken is white!) Christian asked him “So, if I get a black chicken I can call it my african chicken?” Bakali thought that was very funny!

I have been making pumpkin muffins and pumpkin bread is in the works. The pumpkin squash are all getting ripe and they are so close to a regular pumpkin you can make pumpkin pie and not know the difference.

I’m thinking this is our “winter” months here. May and this month have had some pretty cool nights. Last night I had two blankets on and was still cold! I love the rainy season!

Christian put up my wind chimes outside our bedroom window and last night and they were tinkling away. Raelee informed me that the sound was annoying and she wants them taken down. I told her I love that noise, it sounds like tinkling fairies. She then told me to quit calling her a tinkle berry, that she is a tinkle grape. Never a dull moment here!

I thank God for the small blessings everyday. Yesterday I cooked beans in my pressure cooker, heated water for a group of people having a prayer service and cooked cornbread. The cornbread was just finishing up when I ran out of gas! So many times we overlook the small things God does to show his love and caring for our everyday and instead look for the miracles and big things.

Tomorrow we will have church service and our Sunday School teachers who have been going to training will be teaching the children. I get to go hear my husband preach! Hope you all have had a good week and have a happy Father’s Day!

Taxi’s all have lettering on the back. Some are pretty crazy!

This poor boy. Every week she puts him in a dress!