Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Our Home For Five Days in New Hope, Uganda
This is where we will be staying while in New Hope, Uganda. I will keep you updated on our travels and on my emotions!
Right now I am feeling very excited!
Monday, February 13, 2012
To My Donors
THANK YOU from my heart for all of your kind and generous contributions.
This is about more than just taking one trip to Uganda, Africa. Not only have you helped me, but I've already discipled three other people into going...sort of.
I'm so excited to say that my friend, Kristen, is joining us. She would not have even known about the trip if I wasn't going. Also I now have two grandsons that hope to go with me (or without me) someday! My two oldest grandsons really want to go with me. One of my grandsons is talking as if he IS going someday. How cool is that?! Both of my grandsons donated to the funding. They have had lots of questions about it all. At the very least they are learning to be benevolent. I have you to thank for that.
So not only did you touch my life as well as the orphan's lives at the Children's Center, but maybe many more lives than you will ever know.
You can count the seeds in an apple, but can you count how many apples are in a seed? Wayne Dyer
Thank you and may God abundantly Bless.
This is about more than just taking one trip to Uganda, Africa. Not only have you helped me, but I've already discipled three other people into going...sort of.
I'm so excited to say that my friend, Kristen, is joining us. She would not have even known about the trip if I wasn't going. Also I now have two grandsons that hope to go with me (or without me) someday! My two oldest grandsons really want to go with me. One of my grandsons is talking as if he IS going someday. How cool is that?! Both of my grandsons donated to the funding. They have had lots of questions about it all. At the very least they are learning to be benevolent. I have you to thank for that.
So not only did you touch my life as well as the orphan's lives at the Children's Center, but maybe many more lives than you will ever know.
You can count the seeds in an apple, but can you count how many apples are in a seed? Wayne Dyer
Thank you and may God abundantly Bless.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
I Lived To Tell About It, That Was Close!!!
UGANDA MISSION TRIP BLOG #2
I'm all ready to go! I received my donations, got my shots, plane tickets are bought, itinerary laid out, and counting down the days!
I'm ready! I'm ready! (said like Spongebob Squarepants)
All I need now is a few long skirts that are below the knee when sitting. That is how the women of Uganda dress, not in lion skins tied around their hips as I may have one time thought. Also, I need a suitcase on wheels for my carry on for on the plane. And I think that might be it!
I wonder how God will use me. Will my trip affect just me, or will it cause a positive lasting affect on others, that may in turn help others? I don't know. But God knows. And He knows why He wants me there. Some things are only known in hindsight. I have the feeling this will be one of them. And that I will probably be blessed beyond measure. However, I can say that I have truly already been blessed in my life in many ways.
Speaking of blessings...one time somebody found my kids and I almost dead from carbon monoxide poisoning at 2:30 in the morning. What are the chances of that?! Here's how bad it was, it is life threatening for a person to have 20% carbon monoxide in their blood. I had 21% in my blood even after receiving oxygen. My kids had only a little less than I did.
This is how it all began: I kept telling the person that found us NOT to come over after he got done work (he worked nights.) But he refused to listen. He was very persistent. Finally I gave in and said agreed to let him come over.
He got there about 2:30 am. I was poisoned on the couch. I couldn't get up. A few hours earlier I had heard my baby cry, which was unusual for her to wake up at that time, but I was unable to get up to see if she was okay. When this person that saved us knocked on the door, I had a HORRIBLE throbbing headache and I couldn't move! I was just waaaaay too tired.
Well, he kept knocking and knocking and knocking. I kept hoping he would just go away. He knocked more and harder. I forced myself up somehow and went to the door and as I did, I heard my son cry. Or maybe I heard him cry earlier. I forget. He was only about two years old. I opened the door, then walked upstairs to tend to my children. I passed out on the the floor and was in a cold sweat.
Chris, the guy who saved us, came upstairs and asked me what I was doing. I said I was trying to get to my son. He took me to my bed because I couldn't stand up. He thought I was on drugs. My heart was POUNDING out of my chest! I thought I was going to die. He kept asking what kind of drugs I took and trying to pull me up. My eyes kept rolling back in my head and I kept falling back on the bed.
Then Michael, my son, cried again. Chris went to see what was the matter. Then I heard him scream (as my heart was pounding so hard my chest was moving with each thump), "I'm losing him! I'm losing him!" He threw Michael in cold water in the bathtub to revive him. Michael had lost control of his bowels. I was totally numb. I had no feelings whatsoever about it.
I then kept trying to call the kid's Aunt Janet. How I managed to do that I will never know. My hands were shaking uncontrollably. It was terrible. My heart was still pounding. It was crazy! Finally I somehow remembered her number and dialed it. It rang and rang and rang. Then her husband that never answers the phone because he stutters really bad answered the phone. He said Janet wasn't there, that she was up at her mom's playing cards.
Eventually I was able to remember that number and dialed it. Her mom answered. I couldn't talk right. She wanted to know what was wrong and wouldn't put Janet on. I don't know why I didn't just tell her. But I didn't know what was wrong! Finally she put Janet on the phone.
I said to Janet, " Help me, I think I am dying."
Oh. By the way, did I mention that someone died in that house about a year and a half earlier? Yep! They were never able to explain his death.
Anyway, Janet and her mom came in and took us to the hospital.
Janet had been at my house earlier that evening playing cards with me and I forget who else. But everybody had started getting really tired so they left.
I tried to stay awake to wait for Chris to show up. It seemed very strange to me that I could not! In fact, I still have the piece of paper that I wrote on that said, "Why can't I stay awake?"
Back at the hospital, they gave us lots of oxygen. From there we went to Janet's. We were all sick and throwing up for two days. We had carbon monoxide poisoning because the chimney was clogged up.
But that wasn't the whole story. I used to keep the window open in the basement because I would dry my clothes down there on a clothesline. Well, this particular day, March 19th, 1983, the wind was blowing so bad that I could feel it blowing through the door upstairs. So I went down in the basement and shut the window and locked it. That is what caused the house to fill up with those invisible almost deadly fumes.
Actually, the house had been filling up with fumes for a year and a half, but I was too young and naive to realize what was happening. My doctor even asked me what kind of heat we had because we were continually at the doctors office that year with headaches and fatigue. Heck, the alarm would go off for a loooooong time each morning before any of us even heard it during that time. I thought we had oil heat. It was natural gas.
I could add tons more to this story, but I already said my blogs would be short from now on. oops. I hope you didn't mind.
But I want you to know that I will be FOREVER thankful that Chris wanted to come over to see me and that he was very persistent about it!
I will never forget coming home from Janet's after being at her house two or three days. It was terrifying going back in my house! I hated it! But I had no choice. Not only the fact that we almost died, but the roof leaked and it had been raining. Let me tell you this, I was never so happy to empty buckets as I was that day! Thank God each of my children survived that horrible ordeal. It was a veeery close call!
But what I am really trying to say is that you never know God's plan. I don't know why I am going to Uganda. I just know that God wants me there. So I am going. Who knows how He (God) will use me in other people's lives. But whatever it is, I know it will be good.
I'm all ready to go! I received my donations, got my shots, plane tickets are bought, itinerary laid out, and counting down the days!
I'm ready! I'm ready! (said like Spongebob Squarepants)
All I need now is a few long skirts that are below the knee when sitting. That is how the women of Uganda dress, not in lion skins tied around their hips as I may have one time thought. Also, I need a suitcase on wheels for my carry on for on the plane. And I think that might be it!
I wonder how God will use me. Will my trip affect just me, or will it cause a positive lasting affect on others, that may in turn help others? I don't know. But God knows. And He knows why He wants me there. Some things are only known in hindsight. I have the feeling this will be one of them. And that I will probably be blessed beyond measure. However, I can say that I have truly already been blessed in my life in many ways.
Speaking of blessings...one time somebody found my kids and I almost dead from carbon monoxide poisoning at 2:30 in the morning. What are the chances of that?! Here's how bad it was, it is life threatening for a person to have 20% carbon monoxide in their blood. I had 21% in my blood even after receiving oxygen. My kids had only a little less than I did.
This is how it all began: I kept telling the person that found us NOT to come over after he got done work (he worked nights.) But he refused to listen. He was very persistent. Finally I gave in and said agreed to let him come over.
He got there about 2:30 am. I was poisoned on the couch. I couldn't get up. A few hours earlier I had heard my baby cry, which was unusual for her to wake up at that time, but I was unable to get up to see if she was okay. When this person that saved us knocked on the door, I had a HORRIBLE throbbing headache and I couldn't move! I was just waaaaay too tired.
Well, he kept knocking and knocking and knocking. I kept hoping he would just go away. He knocked more and harder. I forced myself up somehow and went to the door and as I did, I heard my son cry. Or maybe I heard him cry earlier. I forget. He was only about two years old. I opened the door, then walked upstairs to tend to my children. I passed out on the the floor and was in a cold sweat.
Chris, the guy who saved us, came upstairs and asked me what I was doing. I said I was trying to get to my son. He took me to my bed because I couldn't stand up. He thought I was on drugs. My heart was POUNDING out of my chest! I thought I was going to die. He kept asking what kind of drugs I took and trying to pull me up. My eyes kept rolling back in my head and I kept falling back on the bed.
Then Michael, my son, cried again. Chris went to see what was the matter. Then I heard him scream (as my heart was pounding so hard my chest was moving with each thump), "I'm losing him! I'm losing him!" He threw Michael in cold water in the bathtub to revive him. Michael had lost control of his bowels. I was totally numb. I had no feelings whatsoever about it.
I then kept trying to call the kid's Aunt Janet. How I managed to do that I will never know. My hands were shaking uncontrollably. It was terrible. My heart was still pounding. It was crazy! Finally I somehow remembered her number and dialed it. It rang and rang and rang. Then her husband that never answers the phone because he stutters really bad answered the phone. He said Janet wasn't there, that she was up at her mom's playing cards.
Eventually I was able to remember that number and dialed it. Her mom answered. I couldn't talk right. She wanted to know what was wrong and wouldn't put Janet on. I don't know why I didn't just tell her. But I didn't know what was wrong! Finally she put Janet on the phone.
I said to Janet, " Help me, I think I am dying."
Oh. By the way, did I mention that someone died in that house about a year and a half earlier? Yep! They were never able to explain his death.
Anyway, Janet and her mom came in and took us to the hospital.
Janet had been at my house earlier that evening playing cards with me and I forget who else. But everybody had started getting really tired so they left.
I tried to stay awake to wait for Chris to show up. It seemed very strange to me that I could not! In fact, I still have the piece of paper that I wrote on that said, "Why can't I stay awake?"
Back at the hospital, they gave us lots of oxygen. From there we went to Janet's. We were all sick and throwing up for two days. We had carbon monoxide poisoning because the chimney was clogged up.
But that wasn't the whole story. I used to keep the window open in the basement because I would dry my clothes down there on a clothesline. Well, this particular day, March 19th, 1983, the wind was blowing so bad that I could feel it blowing through the door upstairs. So I went down in the basement and shut the window and locked it. That is what caused the house to fill up with those invisible almost deadly fumes.
Actually, the house had been filling up with fumes for a year and a half, but I was too young and naive to realize what was happening. My doctor even asked me what kind of heat we had because we were continually at the doctors office that year with headaches and fatigue. Heck, the alarm would go off for a loooooong time each morning before any of us even heard it during that time. I thought we had oil heat. It was natural gas.
I could add tons more to this story, but I already said my blogs would be short from now on. oops. I hope you didn't mind.
But I want you to know that I will be FOREVER thankful that Chris wanted to come over to see me and that he was very persistent about it!
I will never forget coming home from Janet's after being at her house two or three days. It was terrifying going back in my house! I hated it! But I had no choice. Not only the fact that we almost died, but the roof leaked and it had been raining. Let me tell you this, I was never so happy to empty buckets as I was that day! Thank God each of my children survived that horrible ordeal. It was a veeery close call!
But what I am really trying to say is that you never know God's plan. I don't know why I am going to Uganda. I just know that God wants me there. So I am going. Who knows how He (God) will use me in other people's lives. But whatever it is, I know it will be good.
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