Leigha's Log

No one prepared me for all the emotions, thoughts, and feelings, that coursed through my heart, mind, soul, and struck cords deep inside my inner being, for the 2 weeks I spent on the Ugandan soil. No one told me  that sponsoring a child half way across the world would change your life forever, or that meeting a precious 7 year old girl for the first time who calls you mum would leave you at a loss for words,  or how the mighty power of the Nile river could leave you in awe for hours on end, or  that walking the red dirt would for miles would make you feel so at home, or  how the children's smiles went straight to your heart, or that seeing majestic African animals made you feel so small, or  that the village of Bukeka was home to some of the most beautiful humble people I've ever met, or  that worshipping and dancing with other believers would make tears stream down your face, or that pumping

"God calling you means He has chosen you above anyone else."  What  a wonder ! What a purpose ! What a gift ! Whatever we are doing or going through God has chosen you and me to go through this to fulfill His incredible plan! How am I fulfilling His plan? What does it look like in my life to use the gifts and talents this Great and Holy God has given me? Are we scared, because we think we know what's going to happen? Rubbing our palms together with a smirky grin, thinking we are some great person with some sort of power? Do we recognize our situation and gifts, but fail put them to use? Or, are we giving it everything we've got doing radical things for God's glory? Every so often I get so many thoughts bottled up inside me from conversations, sermons, books, podcast, conferences, etc. and I'll either journal it down, talk about it, or sometimes I get a feeling that "I have a blogpost coming on", and blog about it

It's there, deep inside our hearts, all of us have it. These things going around in our minds, trying to figure out how to express them, show them, or let others feel them. How do we in human fashion communicate our gratitude and emotions to each other?  It's been a little more real to our family and extended family as we watch Grandma and her battle with Dementia. I'm not sure actually if it is a battle, it's just there, taking the life away from her. And by life I mean, the ability to speak, write, cook, dress, and pretty much every other common daily task. She senses it too, inside her, and that is what's hardest, to see her not able to do the things she's able or communicate what she knows in her but can't get it passed her lips. And the emotion that comes with it as she sets on the couch with tears spilling down her face, kleenex in hand, fully knowing she can't do these things anymore. Or the aggravation that arises in her when she k