by Emily P Freeman | Feb 4, 2014 | Compassion Uganda
We leave Entebbe just as the sun sets, a dome of light wrapping itself over us, turning all things to gold. I’m trying to find the gifts in our 24 hour delay getting home. This is a small one, this burst of light as we prepare to leave Uganda, reminding me of...
by Emily P Freeman | Feb 1, 2014 | Compassion Uganda, for your weekend
May your weekend be full of hope. May you be able to move beyond your fear and insecurity into the life of someone else, releasing the right to control the outcomes of your movement. And may you remember the words of Wess Stafford, words that brought tears to my eyes...
by Emily P Freeman | Jan 30, 2014 | Compassion Uganda, sisters
My sister Myquillyn and I shared a room until I was in fourth grade. We nailed stuffed animals to the wall next to the bed we shared and giggled when we were supposed to be sleeping until Mom would fuss at as from the living room to quiet down. We grew up with cats...
by Emily P Freeman | Jan 29, 2014 | Compassion Uganda, what I know for sure, what we learned
At the end of every month, I like to share a few things I learned in the last 30-ish days. Since we’re in Uganda right now and I pretty much can’t think about anything but this country and her children and very small planes, it only seemed appropriate to...
by Emily P Freeman | Jan 24, 2014 | Compassion Uganda
It’s 7:30 in the morning here, Eastern Standard Time. My fingers automatically begin to move on my lap the way they have done for the past week or so every time I check the clock. (Yes, I still count on my fingers.) Count up to eight. Eight-thirty, nine-thirty,...
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