Praising Jesus

This morning I woke up praising my Jesus. He deserves every bit of praise that I could ever give Him and SO much more.
I loved being able to live with the Broce family for a week and a half, I loved it how much they helped us to put this whole trip together, and I have been so blessed by them!
Now I am at a ministry called Doors. They started out being 2 freshly-graduated from college taking in boys off the street. But now they actually have a house, they have 5 kids that go to day school and come home in the evenings and weekends, and 5 kids that go to boarding school. they also took over a school nearby(ish) and run that, they do medical every so often and give vitamins and medicine, and they have a jewelry ministry. We moved in yesterday, and ever since then, I have been so blessed to sit and listen to the 5 out of 7 ladies who live here telling stories, speaking wisdom and showing a love and a passion that I beg God to help me have too. And they most certainly do not live like most Americans do.

So this morning I felt like I woke up to Uganda. I praised Jesus as I heard Luganda being spoken outside and awkward squawks I didn't know birds could make, and I praised Him as I opened my eyes to a canopy of mosquito netting protecting me from all the mosquitos and the flies. I praised Him as I got up, changed, and went to the living room where I found everyone sitting and drinking coffee and reading their Bibles. I praised Jesus as we did a work out called "Insanity" and I praised Him as I found out that the work out was indeed insane and I praised Jesus as all of me felt like a noodle as I rinsed off in the shower before heading to the school. I praised Jesus for the hilariously awkward helmet I must wear as I ride the bodas (motorcycles) and I praised Him for the fear I had that caused me to hold on a little tighter as I was absolutely convinced we would for sure hit a wheel-barrel stopped on the side of the road or be squished like a bug because we were trying to fit in too-tight of spaces. I PRAISED Jesus when we finally got off and wen I knew that He was giving me another chance to live because He spared me of the terrifying boda.
I praised Him as we walked inside and was welcomed by a million black eyes and dark faces that were staring back at us instead of paying attention to their teachers. I praised Jesus as I was able to whisper His name as I applied cream to 50 heads of ring worm and as I cleaned out and bandaged up 4 wounds. I praised Him as I tried to help a little girl Dorrin learn how to write the letters "a," "b," and "c." I praised Jesus for chalk boards to write on, for still-holding together benches of which to sit on, tables to put books on, teachers to teach, cooks to cook, and His love and presence as He makes all of it happen. I praised Him as we walked under the scorching sun to a Mexicans restaurant called, "The little donkey" (yes, it was English, it wasn't even "El burrito" in Spanish) that seemed to be about 100 miles away from the school(totally exaggerating). I praised Jesus as we got back and I got to sit in the back of the class as Mallory was teaching English to some of the mothers of the children who attend the school. And I was praising Him as He helped the boda driver not to kill us on the way home (somehow the 2nd boda ride was even scarier than the first).

I am SO thankful for my Jesus and for all that He has done for me and all that He has done for these people here. It is such a HUGE privilege to be here and to praise my Jesus with the other missionary girls who live here and with all the Ugandans we have been working with. He is ALWAYS faithful. And I invite Him and I pray that He will keep filling me with His love and mercy and hope and faith and that He will do the same to those who are here too. Come, Lord Jesus, come!