I’m home now.
The last time I traveled with Compassion I had a question from one brave reader that all of us, including me, were wondering about. It went something like this…
How in the world can you come back from all that you’ve just seen, children living in one room, mother’s doing everything to make ends meet, people living in poverty… how in the WORLD do you come back and write about something as trivial as house stuff?
It’s a great question. How dare I come back and write about crafts and fixing up my kitchen that is already more finished than 100% of any kitchen we saw on our trip? How can I not completely change what I write about and turn this blog into one big child advocate blog that only talks about the truth that is and people that are hurting?
I dare to come home and continue this relationship with you, to pick up where we left off. Because THIS is one of the very few things I’m good at.
I write about how to create a home within this great big world that we live in. And I’m going to continue to write about how to create a home in this great big world we live in. But now, you and I know a little more truth about this world and I hope that truth will impact what I write about and seep into the everyday seemingly unimportant decisions that I make about everything. I know it seeps into you too.
We are all in this together.
Going to Uganda doesn’t make me want to stop writing about home.
It makes me want to do it better.
I think of Rose so proud to show us where she worked. Working in the kitchen of the police academy along with Joseph’s sponsor through compassion is what helped her provide for her family. She lives on the grounds of the police academy just a 30 second walk to the kitchen that she couldn’t wait to show us. Her boss was there a dressed in her best ready to welcome us into a steamy hot kitchen on the equator. And Rose. Was. So. Proud. And so happy.
She worked hard.
She was confident and dignified and stirred those pork and beans in her wedding dress because that is what you do.
When you believe in something you work hard.
When you love people you help them.
When you do a job well you are grateful and you treat it with respect and you take it seriously and you celebrate it. This is what Rose has taught me.
How do I come back from from Uganda?
I’m going to do exactly what Rose does.
I’ll dance in my kitchen…
Dance in your kitchen.
Do your thing well.
Share what you have.
This blog is my kitchen and I intend to dance. To celebrate it, to enjoy what it is to make the very most of it, so I can use it for the best possible purpose. That’s what Rose would do. Work hard, enjoy life, love people near and far. Sponsor a Ugandan child today and don’t forget to dance in your kitchen.
*photos and dance moves provided by the talented Mike Varel
**music by Shaun Groves: All is Grace