A Letter from Jackie

This year we didn’t get to go to Uganda. However, Uganda is still on my heart. This is a reblog from last year.  Jackie still crosses my mind as do my sponsored kiddos.  They have changed my life and my heart forever.

Life @Thorntonville

“We love because he first loved us.” (1 John 4:19, ESV)

I have this itch in my spirit this morning or more of a yearning. In my room (converted dining space into mom’s “studio”) there are bookshelves with books and containers of various art/sewing supplies. Paints of various colors fill old soda crates, an easel hangs on the wall, and fabric scraps are tucked away in drawers. It’s my haven. I have created some art pieces over the years, but what the studio has really become is the place where things go when mom needs to fix them. A broken necklace and a pair of pants that need a new button sit on the table at the moment.

My yearning has nothing to do with my studio or its supplies, but instead a letter that is buried somewhere within this room. A letter given to me when I went to…

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