After a 2 1/2 hour delayed flight in Dayton, Diana, Liz, and I made it in time to Washington D.C. to fly to Africa with our team. We flew from Washington...
to Ethiopia...
to Uganda...
The 2-hour drive from the airport to Kampala was an experience that I will never forget. I was not prepared for the level and enormity of poverty that I saw. I was shocked and heartbroken. I could only bring myself to take a few pictures, and I found it difficult to even speak as we moved along the long road.
Little did I know that this was only a small sampling of what my heart and eyes would see over the next few weeks.
After a few hours of sorting all of the donations and craft items that we had brought...
I went to bed that night with images of ramshakled shelters, desperately tired faces, vulnerable children, and red dirt...lots of red dirt...swirling through my head. My Heavenly Father had already started the process of peeling layers of blindness from my eyes - and it was painful.
By His grace,
Stephanie
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