tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71642053438053885002024-03-14T00:47:41.854-07:00Embracing the SkyTeaching Adventureshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16687924124718679295noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164205343805388500.post-64831600223672179312016-06-13T01:47:00.000-07:002016-06-13T01:47:12.114-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well…this is it. I'm leaving Uganda tomorrow. For the last week and a half my body and mind have been slowly getting used to the fact that I am going back to Canada on June 14 for quite a few months. I started feeling sad, and I told my mind to suck it up and stop. So I stopped feeling sad a week ago and started feeling numb. It's not that I wasn't ever going to be sad about leaving, but I didn't want the sadness to start too soon because I know how my mind works, and I didn't want to have to deal with the circles of sadness that my mind will spin on until I was actually ready for it.</div>
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As is pretty normal when people leave that group to go to various places, they prayed for me. But my walls came down when I was asked the question, "Is there anything you would like to say before we pray for you?" I thought about the fact that this group has become my family here - a strange hodgepodge little family (definitely seeing the Kingdom of God in them and just how funny the Body of Christ looks at times). Then I thought about the fact that H and S and M and I have made our own little strange family too, and that's when I started feeling. And you know what? It hurts. I hurt. My heart hurt when they were praying for me, especially when my fiancee was praying for me. But at the same time, I know we are still connected wherever I go. That's the wonderful thing about being a part of the Body of Christ. I am not alone wherever I go because we are bound by the same Spirit who is ministering to all of our hearts.</div>
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I had hoped that I would be able to stave off the tears and heartache until I had at least reached Amsterdam, but unfortunately this is not the case. As I write this now, I am choking back tears. During fellowship last night I was having an argument with God. </div>
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Me: Can You just let me be numb for three more days? That's all I'm asking. I don't think I can deal with 'feeling' right now. I just need to be distant and numb.</div>
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God: Holly - you came here to share your heart with people. And that's what you have done. You need to feel the impact they've had on you. You need to let yourself feel.</div>
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I do think it can get more normal to say goodbye to people, but I don't really think it gets any easier - that is of course, unless you harden your heart towards people the more you say goodbye.</div>
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I have grown up in a wonderful church whose heart is open to receiving and releasing people. And let me tell you, there have been some very key people over the course of my lifetime who I have had to stand with in prayer and release to go onto more of what God has called them to. And it SUCKS! It sucks every time, at least from a human point of view. You share your life and your heart with people, and some of them are gone within a very short amount of time. And sometimes, regardless of how much you'll say you will stay in touch, you lose contact with these people. But it doesn't mean they are gone from your mind and your heart.</div>
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This week I have missed a very important goodbye on the other side of the world, and I would like to take a moment to acknowledge that family. The Horman family has been a huge part of my life for the better part of almost 15 years. They came to my church from Australia, then started teaching at the school I went to, then pastored my church through some very challenging times. I respect them so much, especially for being so faithful to our church community even with personal struggle in their own family and extended family life. I love and cherish and respect them so much, and am so sad that I wasn't able to be at their final church service to be able to say goodbye. But I know that they know that they are loved and appreciated by our church, and that God will be with them to guide them and comfort their hearts as they leave the home they've known for so many years. Thank you so much for serving with the heart of Jesus in all ways. I love you guys so much and will miss you more than words can say.</div>
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And so, for me as well, I will be saying goodbye to Uganda tomorrow night, and to people I love so dearly. But I know that we are still connected, though separated by oceans. God has connected us and He will continue to direct and protect us in all we do. I have to learn to grieve the family I'm leaving behind while at the same time being reunited with my family in Canada. My heart is split between two continents, but I also have found that there is something so fulfilling about knowing you have loved and been loved. You end up leaving with more inside of you than when you first arrived. And as much as my heart breaks, there is something beautiful in that pain.</div>
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Oh Uganda</div>
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So, I have 12 more days left here in Uganda before I return back to Canada. Only a week and a half. I've been here for over five months and my life has changed forever, in many many ways. </div>
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God has taught me so many lessons, lessons that will absolutely take a book to explain and make sense of. I know He is still in the midst of teaching me things right now, things I won't fully understand until a couple years down the road.</div>
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And now I'm looking at the next year or two and thinking, wow. Things are going to change so much. I guess that's a bit of an understatement, eh?</div>
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There have been many mixed reactions to many of the changes that have gone on in my life since I decided to go to Uganda again. This has in no way been an easy stay this time, but it has taught me so many things, and I know I am still being cared for by God, and He is teaching me to be independent and trust Him more. I feel like I'm coming into my own as a woman.</div>
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I have been a woman who has let fear rule her life - my whole life. There have only been about three decisions I've made in my life that were free of fear. That's all I can think of. And, in my mind, I know that I have nothing to be afraid of - God will take care of me if I trust in Him and give Him my life. My mind knows that. But sometimes my heart is a little bit slower. I know I'm coming to the end of one season of life, and seeing the horizon of the new one. And this Fear is a little like a comfort blanket. I hold it close to my face and feel it rub against my face. It's strange how something like Fear can turn into a comfort. But it's been with me my whole life. God is calling me on it - now 25 years old - to say, "Holly. Why do you still need Fear as a friend? Let Me lead you." </div>
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And I have to say, my fiancée has been an incredible blessing in this way. He has so much patience and understanding and encouragement for me when I can't seem to see outside of Fear. Fear is a strange thing. It lies to you and says you're alone when you're in a room full of people, and says no one could ever understand - that you burden others with your burdens and make their lives more difficult. It says you need to control everything and be in charge of the little and big things, in case someone messes up and everything goes wrong. Fear is the opposite of Trust. That is what God has been reminding me of. Trust.</div>
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Yeah, I have trust issues. And I'm going to admit that. I know every person on the planet has the same issue, in one way or another, although our issues are all as different as we are. But to the person who is reading this blog post thinking, "yeah, this is me," I say to you: ask God to remind you of who He is. And how He feels about you.</div>
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So as I am preparing to wrap up the next week and a half here in Uganda, I am trying not to be afraid of the future, or sad at the thought of leaving so many people behind that I love - and people who have become my family. But God knows what's ahead, and I know I can trust Him in all He does. He's a good Father. Sometimes with so many things unknown that's the only thing I can remind myself of.</div>
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<i>'This is how my heavenly Father will treat each of you unless you forgive your brother from your heart.'"</i></div>
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Over the past two weeks I have been incredible challenged on this passage of scripture. I've never felt that I was a person who found it hard to forgive, and yet for one person in particular in these last two weeks, I felt like it was justified for me to not forgive. This person was causing physical damage to a person I really love, as well as emotional stress to both my friend and myself. Although I never felt personally in physical danger, my friend definitely was. And that made me scared, and angry. It made me angry at this one person for taking my friend's peace, and for taking mine. </div>
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I know that forgiveness is a choice, I also know that forgiveness comes in stages, as does healing from what it is you need to forgive someone from. There are things that happened to me over fifteen years ago that I still find myself having to go back and forgive again when it comes to mind. But I know that forgiving is what God tells us to do, because by the same measure we will be judged. If we walk in forgiveness with one another, God forgives the crap that I have done to others and to Him as well.</div>
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When this all was happening during the last two weeks, I found myself so angry at a person who I had never met, and yet this person hated me. Hated me. A person they had never met. And this person wished to cause me and someone else harm. Shouldn't it be within my rights as an individual to be allowed to be angry with this person???? Yes, that's allowed. But my error was in my posture of unforgiveness. God challenged me on this a few days ago, and again this morning as I was trying to figure out which passage of scripture to look at for my morning devotions. </div>
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See the thing about this debt that was cancelled, was it was the equivalent to millions of dollars. Not just a small debt. The servant's debt was way more than he would ever have the possibility of paying off. And yet he turned around to a fellow servant who owed a few dollars to him and was violent with him in his insistence to pay back those few dollars. </div>
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This is the exact same as my own debt. The debt that I need to be forgiven for by God can never ever be repaid, and yet He paid it. He didn't have to, but He did it because He loved me. When I harden my heart against someone else and demand that I should be able to have a posture of unforgiveness towards them, my heart becomes even harder, and worse than that, I am spitting on (though in actual fact more like taking a poop on) what God has done for me. I am telling Him that it is not good enough that He forgave me, because I refuse to forgive someone else. I am blind to my own sin, and yet I see someone else's as so much worse. It is a lie.</div>
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I cried when I realized just how much anger I had in my heart towards this person I had never even met. God showed me that I actually need just as much forgiving as that person does. I am no different from how she is. We have all sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and yet Jesus redeems us and makes us like Him because of what He did for us - dying for us and conquering death when He rose from the grave. We are all on equal ground. So how dare I spit in His face by refusing to forgive someone? My response instead when someone does something wrong to me is to get on my knees and pray for God's compassion to enter my heart, and for His voice to speak to that person and change their heart, because He is the only one who can. My unforgiveness doesn't make one iota of difference in changing their heart. In fact, it does the exact opposite. It closes mine instead. Oh Jesus, have mercy on me, a sinner. Make me like You, soften my heart, and break it for what breaks Yours. Give me a heart that sees the world the way You did. Never let me become bitter towards a person, but correct me when I find myself being selfish in the way I view a situation. Thank You for Your forgiveness for me. Keep me in that posture. Amen.</div>
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So today's blog post is dedicated to my parents, Reid and Aloha Johnson. Being here in Uganda has taught me so much about what it means to be thankful. It has also taught me how blessed I am to have two parents who love God and love their kids as well, and are still together and alive.</div>
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The kids I work with on a daily basis do not have that as their story. I have so much to be thankful for in my life, a lot more than I normally think about as being something that DESERVES to be thankful for.</div>
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So mom and dad, thank you. Thank you for loving me and giving me to freedom to explore who I am. Thank you for teaching me about God and Jesus' love for me and helping me understand my worth and value in Him. Thank you for supporting me in coming to this beautiful, broken country of Uganda to love and serve others. And thank you for praying for me and giving me as your daughter to the Lord. Not all women can say that that is their life story. But I have been raised to be a strong, independent, capable and loving woman of God because of God's love, and also because of how my parents have raised me. </div>
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I don't often take the time to say thank you, and even though we have had our issues over the years, and I'm sure will have more issues in the years to come, I want to take this time to say thank you to the people who have raised me to be who I am today. Thanks :) I love you both and miss you much more than words can describe.</div>
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Have you ever had that moment in deep prayer and surrender to God when you say, "God, I want to trust You more, I want to know who You are. I know You are near, show me"? Well, I had that moment just before I left Canada for Uganda, and it has rocked my world. First of all, Uganda, as I've said before, is a place of extremes. Extreme weather, extreme people, extreme emotions, extreme chaos…anything you can think of. For me, I've never felt so fulfilled and yet so empty at the same time; so exhilarated and yet exhausted either.</div>
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Being hit by wave after emotional wave, and roadblock after roadblock of seemingly nonsensical (yes, that is a word, Tori!) bureaucracy gets very discouraging after a while. There was a point in this last week where I thought,<i> "I think I need to change my plane ticket and just go back home. This whole thing is getting ridiculous and way too much for me. It was a nice experiment, but God, I think I've had enough,"</i> but there was this still small voice (hmmm, I wonder who that could have been?) that said, <i>"Holly, you were brought here for a reason. You are not finished what you needed to finish yet. Stop running on human emotion and let Me give you the strength you need to keep going."</i></div>
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Some days, actually at least twice daily, I say to God, <i>"What exactly do you have planned for me in the future that You need to stretch me so much spiritually??? Seriously. Is this not enough yet? Why do I need to get stronger?"</i> Every time since I've been here when I think I've had enough, God takes me a little bit further - one step, one step, one step, one leap, one more step…and suddenly I'm looking back, now, and thinking, "<i>How the heck did I come this far???"</i> Some days I don't recognize myself anymore - the timid, terrified, shy, angry, self-hating, ashamed, quiet girl that I was not so many years ago…even thinking about how much I've changed in the last 12 months…God has taken me so much farther than I ever thought I would go; that I ever thought I would LET Him take me.</div>
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I think so often we put God in a box, while at the same time drawing a thick black line between us and Him and say, "<i>Okay, You can take me THIS far, but no farther. I'm not </i><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><b><i>(insert adjective here)</i></b></span><i> enough to deal with whatever it is that You think I can take. I can't. I know myself, I know what I'm capable of; what I'm comfortable wit</i>h, and THIS is where I draw my line. This is how much You can have." When I think of the times I've said this to God, and yet He has been so patient with me, knowing full well that I CAN take whatever He has for me, because HE is with me, my heart breaks…thinking about the blessing and opportunity to see His faithfulness that I have suffocated in my arrogance and stubbornness. Why does my fear always make me feel like I have the right to think I know the depth of God's faithfulness; of His provision and love for me? God, take that away from me.</div>
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My God is a God who provides. My God is a God who is faithful. My God is a God who knows me and sees me and actually LIKES me, which is more than I can say about myself. And He loves us as we are, but He loves us so much that He doesn't just want us to stay where we are - He wants to take us to places we never dreamed we would ever reach, to see us be at our full potential. He has given us life for us to live it to the FULLEST, with Him; surrendered to Him; trusting Him. And He is patient when we draw a line, He nudges us and shows us little bits of His faithfulness until we take one more step in trusting Him more and more.</div>
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I never feel like I have enough to give God. Like that drummer boy, I think that all I have is my seemingly insignificant ability to do one thing, and yet, that's all He wants. The Kingdom of God is an upside-down kingdom. I give God the little I have - the little faith I have (and seriously, I feel like I have such a tiny little bit of faith right now) - and in return I get an increase of faith, and so so much more than I can even write down.</div>
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Before I left Canada, I asked God for a few things. One of them was a family here in Uganda, and let me tell you…He could not have been MORE faithful. I have brothers and sisters and aunties and uncles, and a great church that reminds me of Redemption Church at home. I was kept safe during the elections. I live for free in a beautiful and safe house very close to where I work. I have people who love me in every area of my life right now, I am encouraged, fed physically and spiritually and emotionally, lifted up with laughter, blessed with worship and feel at home here. God has given me not just what I needed, and not just what I prayed for, but has shown me abundance. Yesterday I was anxious about money, and when i woke up this morning I found I had money coming to me I hadn't expected. God provides not only what we need, but also in ways unexpected. He knows me way better than I know myself because He created me, and I continue to see His faithfulness and grace in my life here. So why do I keep doubting His ability? It all belongs to Him - there's no limit to what He can do.</div>
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The days where I feel the most whiny, and they come here fairly often, are exactly the days where I need to tell my emotional side to shut up and remember all the ways God has been faithful in my life up to this point. Logically, if He HAS provided exactly what I needed thus far, He WILL continue to provide. He is a good Father, and He owns it all. And yet, every time He does provide, I find myself shocked that He did. He's so sneaky, that One. So yeah, I really don't know much. As scary as it is to say, God, I pray You keep stretching me, and giving me incredible testimony of YOUR goodness and love in my life. All I want to do is serve You, not myself, because You are good and You never change. Keep showing me who You are. I want to know You more.</div>
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When we arrived at the slum and I began painting the mural again, it wasn't turning into exactly what I wanted. And I realized that I didn't have the correct colours to do what I wanted, which made me even more grumpy. Needless to say, I was a horrible person to be around, and Nathan and Andrew, thanks for your grace for me yesterday. Things that never irritate me were driving me crazy and I didn't want to listen to anyone, or talk to anyone, or be around anyone, and yet I had to be. I didn't even want to go to the street program because of my mood and the heat. And all I thought was, "God, can You just send some rain???"</div>
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Then when I went to the cafe I love for lunch, the sky opened up and monsoon rain came pouring down. In that moment I felt God remind me, "See? I am good, and I am in charge of this world, and I am faithful IN SPITE of your selfishness." It was very humbling.</div>
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I had a good-bye thank you party two days before I left for Uganda, and invited certain people from my church and close circle of friends who were the most important to me. One man from church who I look up to very much came up to me before he and his wife left for the evening and said, "Holly, I want you to know that you shouldn't put too much pressure on yourself when you go to Uganda. There will be plenty of opportunity to stress about things and I'm sure you'll make mistakes, but I want to give you one piece of advice. Have FUN. Have fun."</div>
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I am a person who has a very hard time NOT stressing about things. I take on a lot of stress myself, and have tended to take on other peoples' stress as well. No, it's not healthy or beneficial. So these two words were a huge wake up call for me before I left. Have fun. HAVE FUN! It's okay for me to have fun and not be serious with everything all the time.</div>
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John 10:10 is a great example of this for me. Jesus came for us to have life to the FULLEST, not for me to play it safe or to worry all the time. Living life to the fullest means to soak in moment by moment and live my life to the very fullest as if every day was my last. Now, this is not a call to be selfish in my life decisions. It is to live sacrificially and realize that my actions effect others. Having been hurt by one person a month ago through their selfishness, it made me realize that some people don't understand how to live and love selflessly. The problem with living this way is that you don't even realize how suddenly you are left with nothing but regret. Living life to the fullest means to fully commit my life to God; to commit my life to living as Christ did and living every day in grace and love for those around me. And not forgetting to HAVE FUN while doing it. For me that's a bit like learning cantonese.</div>
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For some reason, through much of my life I have thought of "having fun" in life in general as living irresponsibly. I don't know where this thought came from. In my mind I keep thinking, "yeah but if I have fun then I'm not looking out for others". But I think this is a lie. Living my life to the fullest means that I give myself permission to have opportunities to enjoy the life that God created me for TO THE FULLEST instead of living timidly. I think so much of the time Christians in North America think we have to live humble, quiet lives with the bare minimum of tension and ripples, but we miss so much and touch no one as a result.</div>
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It took me a long time to come up with a name for my blog. I thought of how huge my first experience of an African sunrise was. It was as if I was being swallowed by the sky as the sun rose. I thought, "I wish I could stretch my arms from one side of the sky to the other and hug it to myself". Maybe it was the artist in me. Maybe it was the romantic in me. But it's amazing. There is something breathtaking about the sky here. Even the most ominous thunderclouds are somehow welcoming. It feels like a small piece of heaven pierces earth with every sunrise I have witnessed. Embracing the Sky is not about just having a happy-go-lucky attitude, but a deliberate posture of readiness, arms outstretched and head lifted, to see what God will do every new day I am here. It's about seeing the opportunities to share life with people who desperately need it, and LIVE LIFE to the fullest. I feel like I've come out of a layer of myself into a place where my heart is stronger, and more willing to know where God is in every situation I face here. I embrace the sun and the moon and stars and wind and monsoon rain and thunder. The sky is alive and constantly changing, just like life. But I will learn to have fun through the sun and to dance in the rain.</div>
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Patience has been one of the things that I never feel I ever have enough of, and just when I think "yeah I'm doing okay in this area", God humbles me and I realize just how far I still have to go to truly be a patient person.</div>
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Kampala is a place that constantly shows me how in need I am; how much I have to learn and how weak I actually am. I remember how out of sorts I felt the first time I was here back in May 2015, and how much my friend and wonderful auntie Terri said, "don't worry about not being able to do many things in a day. In Uganda, everything takes 5 times as long to get done, and at the end of the day, although you've done 5 times less, you are still 5 times as tired at the end of the day."</div>
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I feel as though I'm getting more used to that strange pace. In Vancouver, I could get 20 things done a day and be tired at the end of the day, but feel fine, and then go out at night. Here, I can do maybe 3 things a day, and anything after that makes me exhausted and ready to crash on my bed at 8pm. Part of it is the heat, part of it is the chaos and dust everywhere. And culturally everything is very intense, but I still love it.</div>
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And then there are some days where I just get so tired of everything, frustrated at how long everything takes to get done, angry at the taxi (bus) drivers and boda boda men and the girls who knock me when I try to walk and people people people everywhere all the time. I love this place, but there are times when everything gets so overwhelming and it's at those times when I am reminded just how much I really CAN'T do this on my own; I can't do life on my own. It requires God to lead me and give me strength and courage and patience for the things that drive me crazy.</div>
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Even though I'm now in a house with a family who is Ugandan American, and as at home as I feel in this place, there are times like today where I really miss everyone back in Vancouver. I miss my parents and my dogs and my aunts and uncles and sister and brothers and cousins and crazy art friends from UBC…some days the feeling of distance really gets to me. These are the days where I really wish I could just have someone just KNOW how I'm feeling, without me saying anything, and give me a big hug and let me cry. There is something about having someone who just gets you to know when you're down and squeeze you tight until you can't breathe.</div>
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When these days come where everything seems to be driving me crazy, and I get frustrated with myself for being frustrated with others, God reminds me that I need to be patient with MYSELF as well as others, and have grace for myself just as much as with others. The problem is not the frustration, it's the belief that I can do this on my own - which is a lie. And so then God gently reminds me, as only He can, that HE is the one who sustains me. I have to keep seeking Him and surrendering to Him. It's a daily thing - not when I find myself with my face in mud. He is where I find all my strength and patience and grace; He is the wellspring of life. So on a day like today when I am upset and weary and impatient, I praise my God in heaven who dwells within me through His Spirit that I am not in charge, and He is…'cause seriously, He can do it WAY better than I can.</div>
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So Uganda is not the safest country in the world, but it has started feeling like home. The thing I've learned very quickly, starting last summer when I was in Tanzania during the last part of the election, is that East African politics are many times as deeply rooted in people as their tribes. It becomes a major issue when elections are around the corner.</div>
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<i>"For by the grace given me I say to every one of you: Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgement, in accordance with the faith God has distributed to each of you. For just as each of us has one body with many members, and these members do not all have the same function, so in Christ we, though many, form one body, and each member belongs to all the others. We have different gifts, according to the grace given to each of us. If your gift is prophesying, then prophesy in accordance with your faith; if it is serving, then serve; if it is teaching, then teach; if it is to encourage, then give encouragement; if it is giving, then give generously; if it is to lead, do it diligently; if it is to show mercy, do it cheerfully.</i></div>
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<i>Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good. Be devoted to one another in love. Honour one another above yourselves. Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervour, serving the Lord. </i><b><i>Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.</i></b><i> Share with the Lord's people who are in need. Practice hospitality.</i></div>
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This past month as been one of the most challenging I have ever faced. There have been so many times where I have wanted to throw my hands up to the sky, pack my suitcases and go back to Canada. But then a voice comes to the very centre of my soul and says, "You're here for a reason. It's not time to leave yet."</div>
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Two weeks ago, the mechanics decided to make good on their threats to take justice in their own hands and deal with the kids who stole their phones and fought in their shop. Two weeks ago, Tuesday morning, the group of mechanics found every child they could in Kivulu and beat them mercilessly. It didn't matter if these kids were from the street or had homes of their own, they beat them. They even went as far as going to the house Hope Street meets at and beat the mom, daughter and twin grandchildren to make a point. After that they all but destroyed the local pastor's boys' dormitory at the church before the police finally showed up and stopped the mechanics from going any further. Except they didn't arrest the mechanics, they arrested all the street kids they found.</div>
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Andrew and I went to the police station in Kivulu the next day and tried to talk to the OC in charge - he refused because he was too afraid of what everyone in the slum might do to him if they saw him talking to me. Both he and another officer tried to scare me from ever coming back and working in the slum again. "If they had seen you yesterday they would have killed you!" (This was an exaggeration. No, it would not have been safe for me to be in the slum during the riots, but at no point would my life have been in danger). The real reason the OC didn't want me there is because he was afraid. He is afraid of the mechanics, and he is afraid of the street kids. This is obvious by the fact he never arrested the men who beat these kids until they were almost dead.</div>
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When I left after that "non-interview" with the OC, I was angry. So angry and filled with an indignation at the injustice and fear that I see towards these children and the lack of ability for people to do the jobs that they are being paid to do - how is that keeping people safe???</div>
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Thursday Andrew and I went to visit some of the boys who were in the hospital. This hospital was not like any hospital I have been to before. Because of the elections coming up in two weeks, the government has stopped handing out any medication for any ailment. This means there is more money for campaigning and military transport. It also means that people have to pay outrageous amounts of money for all drugs that the public hospitals should be providing.</div>
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When we got into the area of the hospital these boys were in, it was a giant, open room with beds, and many sights and sounds that were hard to digest. The boy we went to see was the one who everyone thought was dead in Kivulu. He has a fractured skull and brain damage from the beating he took. And there was one boy who had been transferred to the ICU because his injuries were even more severe. This boy was barely conscious when we prayed for him, his eyes rolled back into his head and he kept scratching his face - obviously uncomfortable and in pain. It was heartbreaking to see.</div>
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Then yesterday for me was spent going from one government official's office to the next, walking all over Kampala, trying to get permission for interviews pertaining to the incident in Kivulu, and to flesh out in more detail the issues that these kids deal with, and how it also effects the community as a whole (as well as those in government). The first lady I spoke with in the morning was like ice. I've never had a discussion so cold before. Even my Fine Arts portfolio interview for the University of British Columbia was better than that. I felt like vomiting in the office I was so anxious as I spoke. And that's kind of how the day went.</div>
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I was so frustrated by the end of it. <i>GOD, WHY DOES EVERYTHING HAVE TO BE SO HARD???? WHY ARE YOU TEACHING ME PERSEVERANCE SO INTENSELY RIGHT NOW??? WHY CAN'T I JUST HAVE ONE WEEK THAT'S SMOOTH SAILING???</i> And do you want to know something? There was no answer. God was silent. I think sometimes God brings us through a season that is so challenging that our muscles are strengthened. I know that's the season I'm walking through right now. It's like I go from one s*show to the next, and yet I feel God is near, not far off. He may have been quiet yesterday, but He was still present.</div>
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Romans chapter 12 is exactly how I feel right now. In the first paragraph, we are reminded to use the gifts that God has given us, specifically in the way He has given them to us. Use what you have been given. Regardless of the way we feel emotionally, we should use our gifts to bless others, because in that we rebuke the devil and receive blessing ourselves.</div>
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In the second paragraph we are reminded to always love. ALWAYS. Not just when we feel like it, or when it's easy, but ALWAYS. I think that's why verse 12 says, "<b><i>Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer." </i></b>There are many times, even most days, when I do not FEEL like loving people. But Paul reminds us to be joyful, patient and faithful. This is stuff of courageous people who persevere through it all. I did not feel like loving that woman I had a discussion with yesterday morning. Not at all. I felt like telling her where to go. But I know God will fight my battles. And what He calls me to do is be obedient to where He has called me to walk.</div>
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God is the one who fights my battles. He is the one who has control over my circumstances and sees the end and way out when I do not. And I do not see a way out of these predicaments. But He does. And I have to trust that He is already working in the hearts of the mechanics and the hearts of the police officers and in the hearts of the government officials. I believe in miracles and I believe in God's faithfulness and that He will never leave me.</div>
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"Follow Me one step at a time. That is all I require of you. In fact, that is the only way to move through this space-time world. You see huge mountains looming, and you start wondering how you're going to scale those heights. Meanwhile, because you're not looking where you're going you stumble on the path where I am leading you now. As I help you get back on your feet, you tell me how worried you are about the cliffs up ahead. But you don't know what will happen today, much less what tomorrow will bring. Our path may take an abrupt turn, leading us away from those mountains. There may be an easier way up the mountains than is visible from this distance. If I do lead you up the cliffs, I will equip you thoroughly for that strenuous climb.</div>
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Keep your mind on the present journey, enjoying My Presence. Walk by faith, not by sight, trusting Me to open up the way before you."</div>
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<i>Do not be afraid. Stand firm and you will see the deliverance the Lord will bring you today. The Lord will fight for you; you need only be still. Exodus 13:13-14</i></div>
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I have cried and felt like crying all day today. I don't know why, but God often brings me to the bathroom to meet with Him. I found myself weeping in my bathroom today (don't worry, it was clean), kneeling at the toilet, my face on the toilet seat lid and my chest heaving so many tears.</div>
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Now, for those of you who know me, this would not come as a surprise. But this was the first day like that for me since I arrived in Uganda.</div>
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Today the weight of what God has called me to was too heavy today - I was filled with loneliness and despair and overwhelmed by just how much pain and suffering I see around me. I guess part of it was compassion, but the other part was the devil trying to bite at me again and try to get me to listen to him instead of Him (God).</div>
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God: I gave you this opportunity. You were obedient. You said yes. I love you. I didn't promise you that the call would be easy - I promised that I would be <span style="text-decoration: underline;">with</span> you through it.</div>
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Then a song from one of my favourite bands came to mind: "I Bring it to You"</div>
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Sometimes all we have to offer God are the scraps of our soul. But the god thing is that He is the one who can make us whole again.</div>
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It is when I get to the end of my strength that God shows just how strong He is. And if me being in Uganda has little to do with ME but all to do with my HEAVENLY FATHER, then of course it makes sense that I surrender all the pieces of me to Him. "He is able to do exceedingly, abundantly above all we could <span style="text-decoration: underline;">ever</span> ask or imagine." He makes up for in spades all that I lack. And boy do I lack.</div>
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Today was not a great day emotionally for me, but God is still here with me, leading me through the times where I start taking on the burdens I see around me instead of giving them to Him.</div>
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<b>Ready vs. Willing: Are We Ever Really Ready?</b></div>
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Last night I had a dream I've had a couple of times. In this dream I'm about to board a plane, but when I get to the final gate, I realize I don't have my passport and I don't even know where my luggage is, and on top of that, I realize my passport is in my carry-on that has been checked in by mistake.</div>
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When I go to the stewardess I start to panic because I can't figure out how I'm going to get on the plane, nor do I know where the plane is heading to. I start crying in the dream, and when I woke up I realized I was panicking and feeling extremely stressed.</div>
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So during my devotions this morning I asked God, "What was that dream all about?" And I felt Him say, "Will you ever feel ready for the call I have placed on you?"</div>
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And that got me thinking - Are we ever really ready?</div>
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Are we <span style="text-decoration: underline;">ever</span> ready or fully prepared or abled for the call God has for our lives; for the journey He wants to take us on? Or is what He wants simply a person who is <span style="text-decoration: underline;">WILLING</span> to say "yes" and let Him take us, in His strength and not by our own, to places we never dreamed we would go?</div>
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Nothing can fully prepare us for what God calls us to do. All that He wants is for us to say, "Here I am, send me."</div>
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This morning I was readying from Oswald Chamber's book <i>My Utmost for His Highest</i> and I want to share the devotion, since it fits perfectly with the challenge God gave me of readiness vs. willingness.</div>
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"I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, 'Whom shall I send, and who will go for Us?' Then I said, 'Here am I! Send me'" (Isaiah 6:8)</div>
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God did not direct His call to Isaiah - Isaiah overheard God saying, "…who will go for Us?" The call of God is not just for a select few but for everyone. Whether I hear God's call or not depends on the condition of my ears, and exactly what I hear depends upon my spiritual attitude. "Many are called, but few are chosen" (Matthew 22:14). That is, few prove that they are the chosen ones. The chosen ones are those who have come into a relationship with God through Jesus Christ and have had their spiritual condition changed and their ears opened. Then they hear "the voice of the Lord" continually asking, "…who will go for Us?" However, God doesn't single out someone and say, "Now, <i>you go</i>." He did not force His will on Isaiah. Isaiah was in the presence of God, and he overheard the call. His response, performed in complete freedom, could only be to say, "Here am I! Sent me."</div>
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Remove the thought from your mind of expecting God to come to force you or to plead with you. When our Lord called His disciples, He did it without irresistible pressure from the outside. The quiet, yet passionate, insistence of His "Follow Me" was spoken to men whose every sense was receptive (Matthew 4:19). If we will allow the Holy Spirit to bring us face to face with God, we too will hear what Isaiah heard - "the voice of the Lord." In perfect freedom we too will say, "Here am I! Send me."</div>
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So these next few blog postings will be outdated, because I was just able to get internet connection (from a coffee shop about 10km away from my current house). I will post them each individually, but you can see them all here as well.</div>
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These are very dangerous words to speak. And yet I find these are the words of my heart every day here in Kampala; to be led into the unknown by the Spirit who understands it all. They are dangerous words because when you finally let yourself surrender to Jesus, (and again and again and again we surrender), He takes us outside of our comfort zone, into a place where we have no choice BUT to trust Him for everything. And although this is a terrifying concept to, in some ways, every single person on this planet, relinquishing OUR control for HIS guidance, I see again and again how faithful Jesus really is.</div>
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I have been here for almost three weeks now, finally settling into a rhythm of the hustle and bustle of this chaotic city that I love. Last week I began my public art project in the slum of Kivulu (<b><i>chi</i></b><i>-vulu) </i>near Makerere University in Kampala. I'm not going to lie. I was scared out of my mind at the magnitude of this project. It's one thing to have an idea for a project, it's a very different thing to actually see that the project happens. This is especially daunting when you are the one in charge of every detail and decision there is to make.</div>
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The organization I am working alongside with in Kivulu is called Hope Street Uganda. It has been running in this slum for three years now, and meets three times a week in this slum, along with having a boys home for youth trying to transition out of the slum and go to school. This organization is made up of all-male staff, all of whom used to be on the street at one point in their lives. I cannot speak highly enough of these men. They have already been a blessing to me even in the short two weeks I have known them. Both the uncles at Hope Street and the 100 boys involved in the program have been extremely excited to be taught art and also to participate in the making of the art. There have also been an additional 30-50 children, boys and girls, within the slum of Kivulu who have been participating as well, because a little chaos is good, right?</div>
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This week Monday and Wednesday have been full of excitement, good and bad. On Monday, a ugandan man in his 60s came up to me while we were working on the mural and said hello, then proceeded to tell me that he had been in the ugandan army for 30 years and that these boys, (street kids in general), were bad and needed to be taught how to behave better. He said that they were little more than garbage, and didn't agree that they should be the ones to paint these murals because they didn't deserve it.</div>
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Well, I'm not going to lie. What this man said made me mad. It also shocked me that he came up to me, the only white person standing there, instead of going to any of the six uncles also standing around. He spoke about these boys to me as if they weren't present -in fact they were standing five feet from me and understood his english perfectly fine. That was my first encounter with anyone saying things like that and it gave me a new realization for just how important these public art projects are to those involved. To talk about or hear about how these boys are mistreated or judged immediately just based off of their appearances is one thing, but to actually witness the abuse is quite another. It gave me a new and deeper understanding of just what Jesus meant when He told us to "care for widows and orphans" and to stand with those who are oppressed.</div>
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Sometimes all a person needs to have dignity restored is to have someone stand alongside them and walk next to them. Yes, culturally they may all be cast as the "dirty, rude, thief of a street kid", but that is not their story, and every person, no matter their circumstances, deserves recognition of their value and worth.</div>
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Yesterday, Wednesday, I saw something I will never forget. We had just started program when a boy came sprinting out of the slum, shirt torn almost off his body. We heard shouting coming from behind the building, and suddenly eight grown men, mechanics, came out carrying large sticks and metal pipes, shouting at this boy in Luganda. Then things started unravelling. Some of the mothers from the slum shouted at the men, the men shouted back, and the uncles from Hope Street sprang up from the grass where they were sitting and ran over to intervene. This went on for ten minutes, dissipating just before I thought a fight may erupt.</div>
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The rest of the afternoon was spent with these men coming back and forth, complaining in Luganda about something I wasn't made privy to until much later in the day. You see, earlier that morning a different group had been meeting, and had sent a soccer ball flying over the fence and down into the mechanic's shop. When they went to retrieve it, the kids who were there started fighting with the mechanics, and stole their phones before running away. When Hope Street arrived, the child who had been beaten up and chased from down in the slum was one of the boys from the program, not one who had been a part of the stealing, but just around the vicinity of the shop. The mechanics tried to kill him, and would have succeeded had the uncles from Hope Street not stepped in to calm the situation down and do a little rough justice to get the men to not hurt this boy.</div>
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Yesterday I realized just how untamed this place I work is. No, at no point did I feel in danger or that my life was at risk, but I am definitely not "safe" and "comfortable". But I don't think being obedient to God ever is. Once you say "<i>Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders, Let me walk upon the waters, Wherever You have called me", </i>your life is no longer your own, but His. And yes, some days I wish I could be comfortable, but I think there is far more danger in that than there is in the untamed life that obedience can bring.</div>
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I am living life alongside youth who may not even eat one meal a day, who are constantly beat up and stolen from and sleep under the elements at night. They are told by most that they are worthless, and futureless. But the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. Teaching art, encouraging their talent, laughing at their silliness and challenging them to live better is serving. I see Jesus in these small acts of love and defiance that I take part in every day. I see Jesus in these faces, and I see His goodness and faithfulness and mercy in every testimony I hear from them.</div>
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So it is T-Minus 8 days until I leave on this latest adventure. It has been amazing to see God's provision so far and His grace in absolutely incredible ways. I feel so blessed and excited to begin this new journey back in Kampala, Uganda. </div>
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I will be teaching in a new Kindergarten school in Kampala as well as pioneering a Public Art Project within a few of the slums in the city - bridging the gap between those who live within and outside of the slums, making connections, and also creating opportunities for the kids within these neighbourhoods to see both their circumstances and themselves in a different way through art and creativity. </div>
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I will also be leading a group of people from Kampala; artists, film makers and outreach workers, in this Art Project who have expressed enthusiasm in this idea and dream of bringing light and hope into a place filled with fear and despair. We will be creating a documentary of our experiences, which I am very excited about!</div>
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At this time I would also like to take a moment to thank my professor Gu Xiong at UBC for supervising and believing in my vision for this project, as well as the many people who have supported me both academically and financially through the preparation for this. Without all of your help this trip would not have been successful. Thank you.</div>
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Holly xoxo</div>
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