I love my church.
What a beautiful Bride.
And one of things I love most is our pastor’s commitment to missions and to the arts.
Which came together in a gorgeous celebration of dance and music yesterday.
I still find my eyes welling up.
Spirit of Uganda came yesterday to worship with us and to bless us with their music and dance. This is a troupe of performers, all kids between the ages of 8 to 20 years old who have lost one or both parents to AIDS or warfare in Uganda. They have been given the opportunity to receive education beyond primary grades and tour the U.S. and Canada every two years, displaying the gorgeous musical traditions of the Ugandan culture.
I lost a little bit of my heart yesterday.
As they took the stage and began their staccato on their drums, my eyes filled and my heart thrilled.
But their performance on stage was only part of the story.
I was so honored to speak at a luncheon afterward for the group. My precious friend Kristi and her amazing husband Russ are in the process of adopting to little girls from Uganda. You can read more of their story here. They asked me to speak at the luncheon, which I was thrilled to do, and there made a treasured discovery.
These kids from Uganda, they that don the authentic dress and they that dance to rhythms that thrill the soul, these kids are simply amazing human beings. They loved on my kids. They entertained my restless twins. They asked questions, listened, laughed and spread joy.
It’s making me feel a little weepy again.
They head back to Uganda after a stop-over in Dallas. They won’t be back to the States until 2012.
Mike told a few of the guys that he might try to come see them next year.
Pieces of our hearts.
It feels like some bits may be going back with them
Godspeed, Spirit of Uganda. You blessed us deeply.







