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.
“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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