What a week, and it is only half way through. I am so glad that my Father promises to carry me along.
Eryn's mango worms have ALL been extracted and each and every wound (all 50+) are healing without infection.
Elijah and Ephraim, our two newest and older son's are doing wonderful. Ephraim is a delight! Elijah is slowly adjusting to an entire different way of life--and is happy in the midst of it. Thanks for your prayers for these two precious souls.
On Monday the children and I had a lesson in hard work instead of book work. Together we managed to pack five totes, two suitcases and clear three shelves. Our first load of belongings will be heading up North on Monday by way of a small lory owned and operated by a retired gentlemen that attends the church here in Entebbe.
I am struggling with two of our little sheep. Although there are moments that I think, "maybe there is something we are missing," I was reminded by the Spirit today that, "no discipline is enjoyable while it is happening-it's painful. But afterward there will be a peaceful harvest of right living for those who are trained in this way" Hebrews 12:11. I am so glad that I do not have train my children by trial and error or wait for the latest pop psychologist to write a parenting book. God's Word has made it ABUNDANTLY clear. Trusting and praying for a peaceful harvest within our home.
Last night was interesting, to say the least. The neighbors son died unexpectedly, and there is talk that it involved witchcraft. And so as it is in this culture, mourners came all throughout the wee-hours. In the midst of the wales of mourning, Anglican hymnal music
blasted from crackly speakers right into our bedroom window. {To make matters worse we had four guests in our guesthouse, one of which had just arrived from 30+ hours of flying.} The only time I was able to drift off to sleep was when it rained. I am certain that I am functioning (and barely) off three hours of sleep--which is not good for a mama who requires 9+ hours due to hypothyroidism. It does not help that my dear husband left at 6am and will not return until 8:30pm tonight. Hanging on by a string of grace.
Two days of rain. A "natural" clothes drier (a line outside). Unreliable power to run the washing machine. Six boys that share one small tote of clothes. Four girls who share a small shelf of clothes=One clean towel for 12 people. Two huge baskets of dirty laundry and two big piles of clean but wet clothes that are beginning to smell not so lovely. But, a mama who just has to laugh and thank the Lord for full tummies and warm blankets for her precious children.
Yesterday in school the children had a lesson about flies, how they lay their eggs on dead animals and the process the eggs goes through while they become fat and mature gorging on dead flesh. Mmmm, yum.
10 children and a box of sidewalk chalk equals a lot of fun, and a BIG mess!
6 comments:
Praying for you! I remember asking an Ugandan friend if Ugandans sleep. It seemed like they were always awake. :)
Your scripture really encouraged me - thank you!
Think of you so often and I love to hear how you are doing and how the little ones are!
I am with you on needing sleep. No sleep = harder time being a good mommy. It is times like that that really require us to lean on him. I love that scripture though. Thank you for the reminder....I need it.
You have been SO BUSY! Sounds exhausting my friend! Hugs and blessings!
I hope you were able to get some sleep.
Hi there! A good friend of mine suggested your link to me. We have just adopted a sib set from the foster system. I am also new to blogging because I thought it would be a great way to chronicle this amazing adventure. I'm looking forward to all your sage advice and experience on adoption. Thank you for sharing your story so freely.
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