My daughter Christine is in Uganda designing a womans hospital. I thought I would post a little excerpt from it. It has been about a month since I got back from Project Trip. The transition back was hard at first. It was hard to say goodbye to the project-team whom I had such great fellowship with during those 10 days, and it was hard to settle into Kansanga again. I had only been in Kansanga for about 2 weeks before I left, so Kansanga did not feel like home, although it is what I was to call home. This past month, I have settled in, and the Lord has been so gracious and good to me in what I have been learning. Also, I have gotten settled into work and into the routine of living in Kansanga and gotten involved in the community through volunteering at a ministry nearby. At the office, I am working on the structural design for the Surgical Theater and Surgical Ward. The volunteers in America are also working on the design, which is a great blessing. They are so encouraging to me. They encourage me with my work, and also in my life. Besides working at EMI, I have been involved in volunteering at a Nursery School in a poor part of town in Kansanga. The school houses look only slightly better than homes I see in the slums here. The beauty of the school is that it is very inexpensive and allows many parents to send their young children to school, when they typically would not have even close to the funds needed for an education. At the school, I get to teach gymnastics. Many of the children know very little English, so it turns into more of an interactive English class. I am really excited to teach these children English because this is very important for their education and obtaining a good job in the future. I think gymnastics is a fun way to teach them English, body awareness and motor skills, discipline, as well as having fun in a productive way. J The children are so adorable and eager to please me (unless their excitement and jitters take over and they would rather get out of control. Haha). The first time I taught the children, I had to clear a small grass patch for them to work on their somersaults. The grass was full of pieces of trash. I started to pick up the trash, and all of them helped me and handed the trash to me with huge smiles saying “Teacher! Teacher!”.
Posted on: Sat, 22 Mar 2014 22:29:39 +0000
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