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June 2026 Life and Ministry
Thursday, June 11, 2026
A Missionary's Lament
Dear reader: there have been a few thoughts stirring in my mind lately, especially when I think about trying to plan the future. Moses and I absolutely love living and serving in Gulu, northern Uganda, but when you are working with the Lord, you never know when the journey will take a fork in the road. I realized nine years ago that a change in health can change your course. But so can politics, Ebola and Covid-19, children, and finances.
At the moment, KLM is not flying to Uganda because of the Ebola outbreak, which is hard for some people. Many of our missionary colleagues have had teams cancel their summer plans because of the transportation and quarantine requirements. But, we are fine-happy and healthy to be where we are and we continue to pray for this nation that is diligently keeping the medical crisis at bay.
Politically, all residing foreigners must register now for an Identification Number. And there is a possibility that the new "Sovereignty Law" will tax foreign income that gets sent over to Uganda. We pray for God's peace and justice and wisdom in the process. We are not sure as it is most likely that this law will be challenged but we continue to pray for the President as he leads in the Pearl of Africa.
Moses really wants to come to Canada for Christmas and a "home service", either this year or next year, but it almost makes me feel anxious. And here are the few thoughts as to why:
- It will be winter and freezing cold, and I don't adjust well to that. Moses will actually have an easier time than I will. I'm sure I will be snuggling under as many blankets as I can find!
- We absolutely love having my parents place as a home base - a place where we are truly welcomed and there is space enough to spread out our suitcases and collect items along the way to bring back to Uganda. But, there are always many more housing arrangements that need to be lined up while we are there; and for three months, you feel like a couch surfer. Please don't take me to be complainer... we truly love catching up with our people, and being sacrificially hosted in their lovely homes is such a blessing, but it's still a lot to organize and our sleep patterns often go way off.
- And in order to get to those homes, or to visit donors, friends, and family, we always need to find a car to borrow or rent. But again, the Lord has always provided a vehicle for us to move around and we are super grateful!
- No matter when we come, life in North America is expensive. In some ways, it's even harder for us because we still have to care for our home and some ministry expenses in Uganda while we are reconnecting in Canada. Moses and I cry almost every time we eat out because we know how much that would pay for in Uganda, and so our emotions are always tightly wound. And we want to be good stewards of the resources God has granted to us.
- Is it selfish to say that gift cards - to restaurants, fuel, Walmart, grocery stores or Amazon would be helpful and encouraging while we are there? Maybe even a barber or a dentist!
- We also want to go to Costco without feeling guilty for buying a few groceries that could take us a year to consume, while at home in Gulu. The outdoor market in Gulu is fairly reasonable in price - the fresh meats, fruits and vegetables, but anything imported is super costly - cereal, granola bars, nut mixes, etc., so whenever we come to North America, we like to stock up.
Monday, June 8, 2026
What Did You Bring?
Monthly, I receive a writing prompt from the lovely group I'm in called the "Writer's Nest". Here is our prompt for tomorrow:
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Writing Down the Bones Deck, by Natalie Goldberg
# 14 What did you bring—in your purse, on a trip, to a party, in your suitcase, in your book bag, in your car? Besides your toothbrush, hat, comb and brush, wallet, what did you drag along from the inside? Attachments, resentments, fears, regrets? A good topic has many dimensions—it can be physical and ethereal, concrete and abstract. Go for both sides. Mix it up: a red slip and hope. A nail clip and anxiety. You could bring with you a bag of cement or flowers, perfume behind your ears, a cancer in your gut you don’t know you have. Plunge in. Move the pen. What do you never leave behind? Who travels—for real or in your mind and body—with you wherever you go? Let the hand speak. Don’t think. Let the mind transport you.
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My thoughts are all a whir when I ponder what I bring.
In the car, I always pack a box of water, because you never know when you will get delayed and need rehydration from the African sun. There is also an umbrella and hand sanitizer packed in the driver door. And a package of wet wipes for whenever we want to buy chicken, goat, or liver on a stick while on a road trip. Moses always packs his big speaker, even if we need more space in the boot, because music is very important to the both of us.
The purse seems simple. I don't pack a lot, but no matter the size of the bag, I can never seem to find what I'm looking for as things are jumbled at the bottom. Of course, there are the usual wallet, lip balm, keys, and phone. But I also make sure that I carry a tissues for the bush or pit latrine stops that I may need on a journey. I always carry a back-up pad, chewable magnesium, and throat lozenges for a good old coughing fit--it's been 5 years now and I still can't get rid of my emergency supply. A pen, with blank cards, is often found tucked in the bag too, because I love spending "waiting" times writing a letter to someone else.
In a crowd, I bring energy and encouragement. I bring laughter and joy. But sadly, I can also pack sarcasm, impatience, and pride. I'm often seen as the life of the party, but lately I've learned a word that seems to fit me better. Otrovert. It's a newly emerging personality concept, of which I can relate to a few descriptions. I'm someone who is friendly and socially adept, but often feels like an outsider. An outsider in the sense that I'm a Canadian living in Uganda. I'm a Christian living in a broken world. I don't get bullied into being in groups I don't want to be a part of easily. I'm emotionally strong -- I don't rely on peer validation, group rituals, or teams to identify my self-worth. And I'm full of originality. I like to dress brightly, with loads of colour. I think I'm a creative and independent thinker, but I'm also glad I have a husband who points me to other points of view.
In my suitcase - I always pack BONES. He has travelled the world with me and slept in the craziest of places. My faithful teddy bear is turning 30 this Christmas, and it's only been a handful of nights when I didn't have him with me. I would also add, then whenever Moses and I think we are going to Kampala, the capital city for a certain length of time, I always pack a few extra clothes and the laundry bag because more often than not we end up staying longer. And it's usually due to the vehicle being in the garage or that legal documents weren't ready when they said they would be ready.
In the house, the biggest thing I pack is extra food and treats because I love cooking for my husband and a crowd. Along with the crowd - that means there are always loads of clean sheets, towels, and bars of soap. We definitely want a home where everyone feels welcome and at home. There is a cupboard full of games and craft supplies, so that there is something fun for everyone.
My heart is a whole other category. I pack a lot of thoughts that are often overwhelming. How long will we be serving in Gulu? How are our girls really doing in school? Are we financially stable, or how can we cut our budget better? What country will be the next stamp in my passport? How can I support my husband in a greater way? When will I feel strong again? Please Lord, may my 50's be an improvement over my 40's! How can I serve the youth at church in a way that encourages or blesses them? When will I find a way to train the dogs? Is the newly installed electricity affecting our weak solar power system?
Through it all, I want my life to bring Jesus. I pray that my heart is filled with the Holy Spirit and that the words of my mouth are pleasing unto Him. I wish that God was even greater on my mind and that His true and inspiring WORD was hidden even deeper in my heart.
Friday, June 5, 2026
He Speaks






































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