This past Sunday, as I was standing at the back of the church, I was fascinated by the children. Close to 25 children crowd themselves on a mat at the back of the sanctuary, and so I often stand nearby and do crowd control, wipe noses, stop fights, help them put on shoes as they go out to Sunday school. During the Call to Confession time of the service, I listened with delight as one young boy tucked into a ball and repeated every word of Pastor Jimmy's prayers. I often have the kids repeat after me in Sunday school, so maybe this keeps this young man focused, but he was unprompted and definitely in tune with the prayers.
Then, a few moments later, while we were standing, dancing, and singing in praises, we were singing about lifting our hands in worship. This precious baby lifted her hands at the same time as mine went up, and then she began clapping with the congregation. I love the little children, and I can only imagine how much more so the Lord loves them.
Last Sunday night I was able to witness the birth of a baby puppy. So cool. Our three year old, Tutu, had her first little. 5 puppies were born. Sadly, one did not survive, but the other 4 seem to be thriving and already have loving homes awaiting them.
Proud mama.
It's been incredible watching her step automatically into the role of mother.
Two strong boys
A boy and a girl
Watching the sun set while washing dishes at the kitchen sink.
On August 30th, I attended an Acholi culture, traditional marriage.
The bride asked 8 of us from church to escort her into the party when she went to cut the cake. A huge honor to be a part of the celebration.
We waited for more hours than we imagined before we danced.
So, of course, lots of selfies were taken.
Thanks for popping in to see a little bit of what I see!
