As I’ve done for the past three years (2014, 2015, 2016), here is my 2017 year in review. Last year, I was incredibly thankful for having met my new friends from Bible study and starting a new relationship. Now, I have even more to be grateful for this year. So here is what happened since last year:
-AJ and I rang in the new year at Devin and Elise’s wedding in Connecticut
-Then we went hiking at Lover’s Leap in New Milford, CT and Kent Falls in Kent, CT the next day
-Frost Valley in Claryville, NY
-I met up with Lizzy in Philadelphia since she was there for clinicals for vet school (before graduating in May!!!)
-Camden Aquarium with AJ
-Hiking with AJ and Bolt in Freehold
-Hiking at Lover’s Leap in New Milford, CT again with AJ
-Grandma’s birthday party
-Valentine’s Day dinner at Rooney’s in Long Branch
-Going to Absecon Lighthouse, the Atlantic City Boardwalk, and Lucy the Elephant in Margate with AJ, Sway, and Denielle
-My mom’s birthday
-Escape room in Freehold with AJ, Daniel, and Brady
-AJ’s 25th birthday party
-United States Marine Corps Educator Workshop in Parris Island, South Carolina
-Sway’s Confirmation at the Easter Vigil
-Easter in Connecticut
-Hiking at Bushkill Falls for AJ’s birthday
-Finishing the Spartan Beast with AJ in Vernon, NJ
-Bible study at the Freehold Mall
-Battleship USS New Jersey in Camden
-Father Larry’s talk with Bible study
-Abby & Lauren’s Irish step dancing recital
-My cousin Lauren’s first communion
-Scoring AP exams in Tampa, Florida
-Acro yoga in my back yard
-4th of July in Connecticut for my grandpa’s birthday
-Vacation in LBI with my mom
-Churrascaria for my early 29th birthday dinner
-Acro yoga attempt #2 in my back yard
-Volunteering in Uganda with Go Be Love International. Sole Hope in Jinja
-Free day at the Nile River
-Volunteering with Go Be Love International at Amani Baby Cottage in Jinja
-Phil and Marissa’s wedding in Pennsylvania
-Chris and Grace’s wedding in Pennsylvania
-Visiting Franciscan University for the first time since I graduated 7 years ago
-Jersey Shore Half Marathon in Sandy Hook
-Getting engaged on October 9th
-Connecticut for a family party
-Pro-Life dinner at Doolan’s in Spring Lake
-Lizzy visited & we went Halloween bowling
-AJ’s cousin, Jared, took engagement photos for us
-Celebrated Thanksgiving with AJ’s family in Somerset, NJ
-Hiking at Hartshorne Park
-Christmas Eve in Connecticut at Grandma & Grandpa’s house
-Christmas Day in Connecticut: morning at Grandma & Grandpa’s house, shoveling snow, and then Christmas Day at Aunt Suzi & Uncle Bob’s house
-Young Adults in Faith Christmas celebration at St. Robert’s in Freehold
2017 was a great year. Looking back at January, when AJ and I had only been together for a month, I never expected that by New Year’s Eve, we would be planning a wedding, figuring out where we want to live, and having intense conversations about the future. So much can change in one year and I am thrilled to see what 2018 entails.
I thank God for all of His abundant blessings and pray for an amazing 2018.
It’s amazing how much life can change over the course of one year and how God’s plans are far superior to our own plans.
Back in October of 2016, I was finally feeling joy again after a rough start to that year. I was thankful for my apartment right by the beach, for my career as a high school English teacher, and for my Bible study, which I had found just a few months back.
Everything was going well. While out for a run with my friend, Gabriella, I had commented to her about how I was really content with my life. She immediately replied, “You know what that means, don’t you?” She explained how I would probably find a new relationship since I wasn’t actively seeking one. I laughed and shrugged it off.
But as the weeks passed, I found myself drawn to AJ every time we would meet at our weekly Thursday night Bible study.
The first time I met AJ at Bible study, I actually had him pegged as a dumb jock. He speaks somewhat slowly, so I just pictured the stereotypical attractive football player who has little intelligence. I didn’t even know his name. His friend, Sway, introduced him as “Gaines,” so it actually took me a few weeks of Bible study before I learned that his name was AJ…and months before I knew that his actual name was Alan.
How wrong I turned out to be with my dumb jock assumptions. Once he opened his mouth about the Scriptures, I knew that he had a phenomenal knowledge of the Bible.
As weeks passed, I noticed how similar we were, primarily how we both had to work at finding a balance between our careers, our workouts, and our faith journeys. I was impressed when AJ told me about the commitment that he made to God, promising that he would not work out for more time in any given day than he had spent in prayer. That blew me away.
After previous failed relationships, I had started to doubt that I would ever find a guy who was quite as interested in his faith as I was. And yet here I was, feeling completely humbled by AJ. I knew that in all of my marathon training, there were many days when I had run for two or three hours, but I definitely had not also spent two or three hours in prayer with God. I actually felt intimidated by AJ and his faith, even unworthy at times, not thinking that I was holy enough to push him further in his faith journey.
I started looking forward to Bible study even more than I previously had, always hoping to be in AJ’s group when we would split up, or trying to sit near him during dinner. However, AJ seemed to be a lot younger than me. I didn’t really know his background, but I knew that he was studying for his physical therapy boards after having recently graduated from college. I assumed that he was around 22 years old. I was 28 at the time, so I viewed him as the cute guy at Bible study who I had a bit of a crush on, knowing that nothing would ever come of it.
Wrong, once again.
Yes, he had only recently graduated from college, but that’s because he was earning his doctorate for physical therapy. Once I learned that and knew that he was only four years younger than me, I was even more interested in him.
On October 8th, I went to Catholic Underground in New York City with some of my friends from Bible study. AJ was just a few weeks away from his boards for physical therapy, so he was studying during the drive up to NYC. I was sitting next to him in the back seat, quizzing him on his notes and also chatting about life to him and the rest of our group.
During adoration, I noticed that he took out his phone. Initially, I totally judged him, wondering what could be so important that he would look at his phone during adoration. Then I realized that he was actually looking up the words to the Hillsong United song, “Touch the Sky,” which was being played. And then I I noticed how he was singing aloud — something that isn’t that common among the Catholic men I see at any given Sunday Mass.
At the end of the night, I told AI that I would pray for his boards and he told me that he would pray for my upcoming marathon. It turned out that these significant events were both happening during the same week: my marathon on October 23rd and his exam on October 27th.
We didn’t talk much outside of Bible study at that point because we didn’t even have each other’s numbers. He sent me a private message on Slack, the app our Bible study uses to inform everyone about our events. He said that he hoped that my race went well (but he was a little early, so I thanked him and explained the actual date of my race), and I promised him that I would pray for his exam.
I always try to pray for people when they need me to, but often I forget to pray at the exact right moment when their test or other significant event is happening. Not this time. I couldn’t believe how many times I thought of AJ and his exam on October 27th. Even while I was at work, I kept thinking about the test and how he was doing, saying a little prayer every time I remembered.
October 27th was a Thursday, so we had Bible study that night. He came late since he was busy that day, but I remember feeling so excited to see him since I had prayed for his test so much that day. We didn’t really get to talk, but I was so hopeful that he would pass.
The following Thursday, November 3rd, I hosted Bible study at my apartment. It turned out that a larger group than normal was available that night, so we faced a good problem: too many people here for Bible study. I made penne a la vodka with chicken and squished 15 of us into my living room.
It was a very warm fall last year, so I was always looking for people to come kayaking with me. I posted an open invitation on Slack, but I did secretly hope that AJ might take me up on my offer for anyone to join me for kayaking. He responded that he was interested, so we exchanged numbers, waiting for a nice day to kayak. Before we actually had time to go kayaking, my friend, Kate, invited a bunch of us to go to a bar crawl in Asbury Park to raise money for the Covenant House on November 5th. I don’t drink at all, so a bar crawl was not very high on my list of desired things to do, but I was excited that I would get to spend time with Kate and Gabriella, and I was hoping that AJ might come as well. Gabriella and I planned to bike to Asbury, so I was excited to at least have fun with her and Kate.
In the end, the bar crawl was great. AJ and I talked here and there throughout the day, but we also spent time talking to other friends. I was able to catch up with some of my teammates from a relay race that we had completed in August.
Then we got to the last bar, Johnny Mac’s, and some of the bar crawl crew had gone home for the night. There was an outdoor bar that had these huge heaters blasting (it was November in New Jersey, after all), but nobody wanted to sit directly under the heaters because it was so hot. Well, I quickly learned that both AJ and I love being hot. We sat at the bar under those heaters for a long time, just chatting and getting to know each other. I knew for sure at that point that I was interested in him, and I was hoping that the feelings were mutual, but I really wasn’t sure. I’ve always been pretty terrible at knowing when guys are interested in me.
Soon after that night, we were started hanging out together pretty often, since I was free every afternoon after work and AJ hadn’t yet gotten hired as a physical therapist since he was waiting on his license to come in the mail. It also helped that I had extra days off from work for teacher convention.
I’m so thankful for this time that we had because if he had already had a job when we first met, we never would have been able to hang out. God’s perfect timing was definitely at work.
On Tuesday, November 8th, AJ and I got to go kayaking on Shark River when I got out of work. We kayaked and talked and had a really good time. The following day, Wednesday, we went to see the movie Hacksaw Ridge. I remember texting Gabriella about it, unsure whether or not it was a date, not knowing whether I should pay for my own ticket or not. In the end, he planned to get to the theater before me to get the tickets, so I just figured he would get the tickets. But then we both showed up at exactly the same time, so when the cashier called him up, I just let him purchase both of our tickets. He told me later on that he did not intend the movies to be a date, but he realized that I may have thought that when I let him pay. Regardless, it was a great movie.
On Thursday, we had a young adult Mass at my church, followed by fellowship at a local bar, Anchor Tavern.
Because I was one of the people organizing the event, I didn’t have time to talk to AJ because I had to walk over to Anchor Tavern first to make sure that the reserved tables had been set up for us.
I sat at a table, just hoping that AJ would end up near me. That event had a great turnout, with over 20 of us at the bar and many more who attended the Mass. AJ did, in fact, sit near me. This time, I really felt like he was interested in me, even though I was still a bit unclear on the whole situation.
The next day, Friday, we went hiking at Hartshorne Park in Atlantic Highlands. Unfortunately, AJ didn’t have his own car at this point. He had to borrow his brother’s car, so we were only able to hike for a short time before he needed to return the car.
Then on Saturday, a group of us from Bible study were driving to the campus ministry house at Rider University to film this video. That was the fifth consecutive day that AJ and I had been together.
Some time during that week I had talked to Gabriella, completely unsure whether or not he was interested in me. I felt like he had to be since we were spending so much time together, but at the same time, he would always just say goodbye when he left, not really hugging me goodbye or anything.
The following week, we went kayaking again on Wednesday, November 16th. At one point, though, he mentioned a friend who may have been interested in someone else at Bible study and he said how he didn’t want Bible study to become a singles group. When he said that, I was really confused. Did he direct that towards me, trying to show me that we were just buddies and that no relationship would come out of all of our hang-outs? Or did he just mean that he didn’t want his friend to come to Bible study with the sole purpose of finding at mate? I was extremely confused.
On Thursday, we had Bible study Friendsgiving. I had to arrive late since it was the same night as parent-teacher conferences, but I was glad that I got to at least come to part of it.
Then on Friday, we had a holy half hour in Freehold, followed by fellowship at Moore’s Tavern. It was pretty loud in the bar that night, so it was difficult to talk to people. Every time AJ tried to talk to me, he put his hand on my back to pull me closer to him so that we could hear each other. I remember how tingly his touch felt every time he put his hand on the small of my back.
We talked about Spartan races and I told him about one that I was planning to sign up for. He was interested and said that he was going to look into signing up for the same race. He said that he could help me to increase my strength and I could help him to get back into a running routine. He reminded me that Spartan training came with one stipulation — that he would not work out for more hours a day than he spent in prayer or at church. I thought that was incredible.
He also invited me to go to a party that his parents were throwing for him the following weekend to celebrate his graduation and passing the boards. Later on, I asked Gabriella if she had been invited. When she said no, I was pretty confident that he had invited me because he was interested in me.
The following weekend, on Saturday, November 20th, we helped Kate deliver Thanksgiving baskets to families in need. Then AJ and I went to Twin Lights in Highlands, before hiking for a really long time again at Hartshorne. It was absolutely one of the most fun days that I had ever had. We had so much fun doing such ridiculous things and making up silly games. We ran through the reeds, played hide and seek, climbed fallen trees, played balancing games, Simon Says, you name it.
Then we created a game where one of us would close our eyes and the other person would try to lead us through the woods. We were in a really thick part of the woods, so it was relatively difficult to navigate alone, let alone helping another person. It was hilarious and we had a great time.
We were there for hours, ultimately hiking five and a half miles (partially because we thought we were going in a loop, but when we got to a dead end, we had to go back the entire way).
Afterward, we were starving for dinner, but we were both filthy from hours of hiking. It was Jersey Shore Restaurant Week, so we ended up going to Mr. Shrimp for dinner, despite our filth. Dinner was also hilarious because we kept finding random leaves and branches stuck to our clothing or in our hair. My diary entry on that day says, “It was such a blast, I have a feeling he’s going to end up being my next boyfriend but I still want to wait for him to take the lead. I guess we shall see what happens.”
The following Saturday, November 27th, was his graduation party at his house. I was a little bit nervous since I had never met his family or friends, and I only knew three people who were going to be there. It was really fun though.
During the bonfire, somehow the topic of blood diamonds came up and AJ said how he never wanted to buy a diamond. I was absolutely blown away. He was the first person I had ever met who even knew about blood diamonds. I had been saying for years that I never wanted to own a diamond. There were just so many things that AJ and I had in common — even our distaste for diamonds.
Later, people started leaving, but he asked if our friends, Sway and Denielle, wanted to stay so that the four of us could play some games, so we played Blokus and Scattergories. Eventually, Sway and Denielle were also leaving and I really wanted to stay to talk to AJ for a bit since we hadn’t been able to talk much during his party, but it was already getting late. Fortunately, AJ felt the same exact way. He has a dog named Bolt who is very mean to most people other than his immediate family. Knowing my love for dogs, though, he asked if I wanted him to introduce me to his dog. Of course I excitedly agreed.
I guess I’m a pet whisperer or something, because Bolt was initially scared, but let me pet him. Eventually, he came right up to me, licking my hand and everything. AJ couldn’t believe it because Bolt is usually so mean to everyone he encounters.
AJ and I ended up talking on his couch for hours, before he finally kissed me for the first time. It’s funny looking back, because I felt like we had been hanging out for such a long time before he kissed me, but really the first time we had hung out together without other friends from Bible study was November 8th, so it was only about three weeks later. I think it felt like more time than that since there were many times when we hung out for four or five days in a row.
I don’t usually kiss guys who I’m not in a relationship with, but I remember being happy that he kissed me. He made it clear that we were dating and not seeing other people. But he wasn’t officially my boyfriend just yet.
We signed up for the Spartan Beast in April. Looking back, I’m really surprised that I did that because we could have realized that we weren’t right for each other between November and April. It could have made the race really awkward, but everything worked out just fine.
I can’t remember exactly how long we ended up hanging out and talking that night, but it was really late. I think I only left his house around 5am, which is a big deal for me since I am not typically a night person.
After that night, we continued hanging out, volunteering, running, working out, and playing games together.
One night we went to look at the ice sculptures in Neptune before walking around Belmar to look at all of the Christmas lights. We decided to take silly pictures imitating the sculptures.
Everything we did together was an absolute blast. At this point, I started telling one of my coworkers about him and she said she’d wager that we would be engaged in 6 to 9 months. I disagreed since we weren’t yet an official couple, but she just told me to wait and see. It’s funny now, looking back on that conversation, because she had us pegged from the start.
In early December, AJ was hired as a physical therapist, so his life started to get really busy. I am so thankful for all of the time that we had during the month of November because I didn’t realize how much that was about to change.
On the weekend of December 10th, one of our friends was having a birthday weekend celebration in the Poconos. I only knew Sway from Bible study, but he had been AJ’s friend for years. AJ invited me to come with a group of their friends to the Poconos. I was initially really nervous about going since I didn’t really know their group of friends yet and I wasn’t sure about the sleeping situation. I didn’t want to have to share a bed with AJ, but I wasn’t sure how much space there would be for everyone. I also didn’t know how much drinking would be involved, since I am not interested in alcohol at all and I really hate being around drunk people.
In the end, the weekend was a ton of fun and I’m really glad that I went. I got to know AJ’s friends better, go hiking in the Poconos, go swimming in the pool, and enjoy time with AJ before his life got super busy with work.
The first night, we slept on the kitchen floor in sleeping bags, but we were talking for such a long time that we looked at the clock at one point and realized that it was 6am. Oops! That day we went hiking for hours and I can’t believe that we even had the energy, considering our lack of sleep.
The second night, on December 11th, AJ made it official that I was his girlfriend. I’m really happy how everything turned out. I like the fact that we we met in Bible study and got to know each other through our discussions of the Scriptures, rather than on awkward first dates. There was never a time that I was trying to act a certain way to impress him. He even heard me talk about things I would rather have him not know about, like some conversations I had about previous relationships. Initially, I didn’t expect to end up with AJ at all, so I didn’t really care what I talked about when I was at Bible study or with that group of friends, and I think the same was true for him. We got to know the other person in an open, prayerful environment, which ended up being perfect.
We never really had a first date because initially we were hanging out kayaking and hiking, but it never really felt like a date. We were just friends. Then everything just developed into a relationship with the passing of time.
Fast forward a bit and now we are engaged, set to get married in August 2018. It’s amazing all that has happened in the past year and I am so thankful that God allowed my path to cross AJ’s path. We only had a short window of time to find each other between the start of Bible study and the start of AJ’s physical therapy job.
As I had become older and experienced more failed experiences, I think I had grown a bit cynical about relationships. I expected to have to settle a bit, never expecting to find someone who was quite as faithful or adventurous as me. I didn’t think I would find someone who has a passion for mission trips and volunteering. I didn’t really believe that God had that perfect love story in my cards. Boy, was I wrong.
Right now next year, I will be married to the most amazing man I know. I am excited that I will get to call him my husband and that he will call me his wife. Our short life on earth should be lived with one goal in mind: heaven. There is nobody I would rather have beside me during that journey, pushing me to grow in holiness each and every day.
If you missed the first blog, you can find part one of my trip to Uganda here.
Lake Victoria / Nile River
On our free day (Saturday), we went shopping for souvenirs in downtown Jinja. Then we went out to an Indian restaurant for lunch, followed by a boat ride.
The boat ride started out on Lake Victoria. We saw some prisons that have land that leads right into the water, but there were no fences. Our guide told us that 96% of Ugandans are unable to swim, so they know that the prisoners will not escape.
We also saw fish farms in the middle of the lake where tilapia are harvested.
We stopped at a fishing village where we walked around and saw all of these little silver fish that they were drying out in the sun.
All of the children in the village were excited to see us, and they cried out, “mzungu!” (“white person!”) They all wanted to hold our hands, but what was interesting is that many of them were also smelling our hands. I have no idea why they did that. I’m not sure if previous white people maybe had a lot of perfume or scented lotion on. Or maybe our skin just smells different than theirs. I’m not too sure.
After leaving the fishing village, we headed to the source of the Nile. The Nile River is the world’s longest river and it flows north, from Uganda to Egypt. The water started moving more quickly once we got closer to the area where the lake and the river meet. The guide told us that it was because of the huge difference between the depth of the lake and the depth of the river.
Rachel and I stuck our feet into the water:
Then we took a group photo there.
After volunteering with Sixty Feet and Sole Hope, we spent our last three days at Amani Baby Cottage in Jinja.
Initially, when reading about the trip to Uganda back in December when I registered, we were going to split all of our time between Sixty Feet and Sole Hope. It was only more recently that the three days at Amani were added.
To be completely honest, I was disappointed at the addition of Amani to our itinerary. I’m not a huge baby person. I teach high school students because I prefer the older kids. I was excited for the other two volunteer opportunities because I knew that there would be children of many ages. Hearing the words “baby cottage” did not excite me at all.
Fortunately, I found out that Amani housed children from ages 0 to 5, so I was hoping to get to spend most of my time with the older kids. Five year olds I could deal with (or at least I thought so); it was the babies I was not ready for.
Amani Baby Cottage
According to its website, Amani Baby Cottage (ABC), “was established in 2003 to provide care for orphaned and abandoned children…Many are orphaned when their parents die due to AIDS, birth complications or other factors. Some are abandoned in the hospital after birth. Others are found abandoned at taxi stops, in latrines, or on the street…To date, a total of 328 children have been cared for in our home. 107 of these have been reunited with their parents or extended family members, 135 have been fostered into new families, and 26 have been transferred to other ministry placements. We do not refuse children in fragile health, thus 23 children have died while in our care.”
Everyone on my team had different tasks during our time at Amani. There were 43 children there, ages 0 to 5. Different team members helped with the infants, the toddlers, the preschool, cleaning, changing diapers, rocking babies, you name it.
There are Ugandan women working there who are referred to as “Mamas.” It’s really cute hearing the children call the women “Mama.” Any time the mamas hand out a snack or help a child with something, the kids say, “thank you, Mama.”
When volunteers come, they calls us “aunties” and “uncles.” It was nice having that routine set before we arrived because even if they didn’t know our first name, they could still address us.
The first day at Amani, Rachel, Cortnie, and I were helping out with the preschool. The students met as a group at first to do their morning routine, learning about the weather and the calendar. Then they separated into three groups for different activities. There were the zebras, giraffes, and lions, according to their ages. They would rotate through different activities so that the groupings would be smaller.
It was amazing to see how well organized everything was. The mamas had the schedule down to the minute and the kids were very well-behaved and polite.
I was with the zebras and our first activity was to go outside to play. They ran around, played on the swings and monkey bars, and the mamas led them in some fun exercises like frog jumps and songs that had body movements incorporated.
After that, all of the kids regrouped, said a prayer, had porridge and a snack, before separating into their animal groups again. Each of the kids in my group were given a card with a letter on it. They had to replicate that letter by building it with blocks. I was really impressed by their language skills. The other children we met in Uganda knew some English, but here their English sounded perfect and they were completely fluent.
Their schedule shifted a bit after that because the Auntie Rebecca, who had been their preschool teacher for the past month as a volunteer, was flying back home, so she gave out lollipops and they spent some time taking goodbye pictures.
Then we watched some Australian learning videos that were absolutely hilarious to Rachel and me. They were super corny and the main actor was really strange, but the kids loved them, marching and dancing along to the songs. There were songs like “The Wheels on the Bus” and then others that I hadn’t heard of.
We helped get the kids ready for lunch and then their nap, and then we left for lunch.
After lunch, we came back to play outside with the kids. I mainly pushed kids on the swings. Other people on our team were running around, playing with balls, or doing face paint.
The next day, we expected to return to Amani to similar tasks. However, upon arriving, we learned that the Mamas had professional development scheduled that day. They had tried to reschedule it, but there were people who traveled from Kampala to go there.
Due to the change in schedule, preschool was cancelled. Mission trips always require flexibility and this is the best example of that. There was no time to complain or ask questions; we just needed to get to work.
Kimi, Joe and I went to the one of the male cottages, which housed ten boys: Edmond, Solomon, Jimmy, Silas, Babu, Michael, Dominic, David, Jonah, and Jonathan. Jonathan was the only baby and Jonah was around two years old. The rest were toddlers.
I cannot even begin to describe the chaos that ensued. There were a few times when I looked over at Kimi and asked, “Am I being pranked right now? Is this Candid Camera?” During those moments, all we could do was shoot terrified glances over at one another and then simply laugh at the ridiculousness that we were experiencing.
The boys had acted like little angels when their mamas were around, sitting in a perfect formation, saying thank you, and using good manners, but it was like a switch flipped the moment the mamas walked out the door.
They were stealing toys from each other, running around, and trying to climb the shelves. We put on a movie, but they wouldn’t stop talking so they couldn’t hear the movie. I found two books, so I tried reading to them. They listened to the first book, but by the second, their attention span was gone.
Every now and then, though, one of the mamas would come in to check on something or to make sure that things were going alright. The minute they entered the room, the boys returned to their perfect angel state. All a mama had to say was, “boys, stop talking,” and there was silence. Kimi and I just looked at each other in amazement any time this happened.
Then it was time for their snack (porridge and a banana). Mama Georgina told us to stir the porridge with a cup before serving them because it was too hot. The boys were watching something on the TV while we stirred. Then, one of the boys started the prayer before meals: “Hand together,” he said. And they all repeated, “hands together” while putting their hands into prayer position. “Eyes closed,” he continued, and they all shut their eyes. They went through all of the prayer. I couldn’t understand all of the words but it was something like: “Hands together, eyes closed. Bless our porridge, bless our mamas, bless our aunties, bless our uncles, in Jesus’ name, amen.” They would all clap while they said “Amen.”
Kimi and I thought that it was really cute that they just said their prayers on their own while watching the movie. Then, a few minutes later, another boy started the prayer. When he finished he said, “auntie, we would like our porridge.” The problem was that it was still extremely hot.
The same thing happened a few minutes later, with another boy starting the prayer. This time we decide to give them the porridge because we knew they wouldn’t stop praying and asking. I have no idea how they drank it since it seemed to be burning hot, but they loved it. One boy in the room has special needs and he doesn’t have full control of his arms or legs. He spilled the porridge all over himself, so we had to find him a new change of clothes. I hope that he didn’t burn his chest.
After snack, we were excited that we could bring the boys outside. We expected it to be less crazy than being cooped up in the cottage all day. Boy were we wrong!
There were people working on the grounds of Amani, doing various tasks like gardening. The boys ran out of the cottage and made a beeline for the yard tools. The workers weren’t there at the moment, but their shovels, hoes, and rakes were.
I found myself running toward the edge of the property, wrestling these garden tools out of the hands of the toddlers. Initially, I told the kids not to touch them and to put them down and they listened, but the moment I walked away, I saw kids chasing each other with the tools.
So back I went, running around in an attempt to avoid witnessing a child being impaled by a gardening tool. Rachel came outside of her cottage with the girls and she was somehow able to grab a rake out of one of the children’s hands, despite holding two babies on either hip.
Katie told us later that the whole scene was hilarious. Looking back, I can’t help but laugh at the chaos, but in the moment, I was feeling completely overwhelmed.
At different points during the day, I paused to say a prayer asking God for help. It sounds so funny now, but gosh, we were all feeling completely overwhelmed and unprepared. I couldn’t have gotten through that whole day if I wasn’t confident that God had placed me there for a reason and that He was going to help me to continue.
After the garden tool fiasco, we just played outside and then we left for lunch.
We usually went over our highs and lows each day at dinner. Every team member would discuss their day and it was a nice way to debrief. This day, we decided to do highs and lows at lunch since we were all exhausted and less than enthused about the thought of returning to Amani. Many of our teammates were peed on, pooped on, or spit up on.
Kimi and I had been thinking that we had it the worst with ten boys between us, but we came to find out during lunch that Cortnie and Rachel had it even worse in the girls’ cottage. There were 13 girls and it sounded like they were behaved even more badly than the boys.
Serving at Amani that day definitely gave us a quick dose of humility. It also increased our respect and appreciation of the mamas exponentially. The mamas do such an amazing job caring for and loving those children and I’m sure that they have their fair share of difficulties.
The children at Amani come from a variety of backgrounds so although everything looked like it was down to a science on our first day there, I know that doesn’t just happen out of nowhere. Establishing the routines, rules, and procedures takes a lot of work and those mamas are simply amazing. It is also clear how much they truly love those children. If I ever considered adopting, I would have no hesitation to adopt a child from a place like Amani because it is obvious that they are extremely well cared for.
After lunch, we were all hesitant about returning, but it was much calmer. We played with the kids outside. We played on the swing set and we also brought bubbles.
Something that was really interesting to me was that the swing set was dedicated to the victims of the Sandy Hook shooting. It had a plaque on it that included the names and ages of everyone who had died in Connecticut that day, along with the names of companies and churches that had either donated the supplied for the swing set, donated money, or helped to build it.
There were stores from Bethel and Danbury, Connecticut listed on the plaque, which is where I used to live before moving to New Jersey. What a small world that I was playing with kids in Uganda on a playground that was made with supplies from my former town!
Sarah and Mary brought their Polaroid camera, so the kids LOVED having their pictures taken.
We found out that afternoon that the professional development was a two-day course. Upon leaving, we knew that we would probably have another chaotic day in store for us the following day. I was thankful for a calmer afternoon, but nervous what the next day would entail.
Some of us switched roles the next day. I stayed in the same room as the previous day because I figured that it would be helpful that I knew all of the names of the boys in that cottage. Rachel, Cortnie, and Joe were in that cottage with me.
This was our last day volunteering in Uganda, so I think that most of us hoped that it would be a better experience than the prior day. Fortunately, it was definitely better. There were definitely still crazy, chaotic moments, but not nearly as many.
The woman who is the current director of Amani bought new movies, hoping that the kids would behave better if they were interested in a new movie that they hadn’t seen before. That worked really well; the boys were engrossed in The Lion King.
The only slight problem was that every kid wanted to sit in our laps, but there were only three of us.
They watched all of The Lion King, so we followed that with The Good Dinosaur. They were less excited about that movie, so they got a little antsy.
We had snack time with more prayers, porridge, and bananas, and this time it was much better because the porridge wasn’t too hot when I got it from the kitchen.
We turned on Cars instead of The Good Dinosaur since they really didn’t like that one. We could hear noises coming from the girls’ cottage and some of the girls ran into our cottage to show the boys some crafts they were making. Cortnie, Rachel, and I were nervous that would cause the boys to become rambunctious as well. We shut both of the doors so that the girls couldn’t distract them and then we brought out the crayons and coloring books.
It went well, other than one kid who was eating his crayon:
We left for lunch and when we returned, the mamas had a variety of hand-made items out on display. It was great to be able to support the mamas by purchasing some souvenirs from them.
Then the kids had pineapple for a snack before going outside. They wanted us to play “Let it Go” from Frozen on our phones. Katie had that song on her phone, so she had played it for them before, but she wasn’t with us. They didn’t understand how it was possible that we didn’t have the song. We had a phone just like her, after all. I tried to play them other songs on my phone, but they were unimpressed.
Then it was time to go outside for the rest of the afternoon. Mama Georgina handed me a pair of nail clippers and said to trim the boys’ nails. I wasn’t too sure how that was going to play out, but the boys were actually really good at staying still while I clipped their nails. I’m not sure if I have ever clipped anyone’s nails before that.
We had nail polish, so we painted their nails. That was a bit of a mess since they kept moving too soon after and smudging the nail polish, but they liked it anyway. We also had more bubbles.
It seemed like there were fewer kids that afternoon, so it was much calmer. I was told that some of them were going to therapists or other appointments.
After playing for a while, it was getting close to our time to leave. The mamas had the kids form a circle so that they could sing farewell songs to us. That moment was really touching.
They sang some songs in English and some in Luganda; there were some that we were familiar with, such as “Baa Baa, Black Sheep,” and others that we had never heard.
One girl started singing a Christian song and it was just precious. Both her and her twin sister had one hand on their heart and one hand raised to the sky, praising God.
The songs were really cute, but then it was time to leave. One boy, Silas, had been sitting on my lap during all of the songs and he had been following me around a little bit that afternoon (he’s the one who ate the blue crayon). He was holding onto my skirt as I got up to walk away.
I had to physically remove his arms from around my waist and then he started crying. As we walked out of the compound, some of the kids (like Silas) were crying. One boy, Edmond, ran up to the fence and waved goodbye.
I couldn’t stop a few tears from rolling down my cheeks. I couldn’t help but consider how many people the children must say goodbye to.
It’s awesome that so many people go to Amani to volunteer, but there’s always a goodbye. Some of these boys were abandoned by their parents, and I just felt like I was continuing the cycle of loss.
It was bittersweet, though, because at the same time, we were really needed there. Although we did a lot of work with Sole Hope, I’m sure that they could have found anyone to help wash feet or pass out lollipops or stickers.
But when the mamas needed their professional development, I’m not sure what they would have done had we not been there. Us being there helped take a lot off of their plate and I’m thankful that I was able to show my gratitude to them by removing some of their daily duties for a few days.
I know that God placed me and my team exactly where He needed us, so I know that I shouldn’t feel sad, but walking down the road and away from those children was really hard.
After leaving Amani, we went back to our guest house to pack our bags since we would be leaving early the following morning to take the long drive back to Entebbe for our flights home.
We left around 6:30 to drive about three hours to Entebbe. We had our last lunch at a restaurant overlooking Lake Victoria. It was nice to have one last team activity before heading out.
We had a five and a half hour flight to Dubai, followed by a four hour layover. When we landed in Dubai, we had to get off the plane and board a bus to take us to the airport, but Rachel was flying to Germany and Cortnie was flying to Dallas, so they had to get onto a different bus than the rest of us.
Unfortunately, we hadn’t expected that, so we didn’t really get to say goodbye.
The temperature was around 95 degrees even though it was 10pm in Dubai. It was so hot and humid that my camera lens fogged up when I tried to take a picture.
Now this is completely random, but something weird about Dubai International Airport is that the toilets seemed to have hot water in them. I’m not sure if it was hot simply because it was so hot outside. (It was around 107 degrees on our trip in the opposite direction since it was day time in Dubai at that point.) Or maybe they heat their toilet water, though I can’t imagine that. It felt like sitting on a steamer or something when I sat on the toilet. TMI? Probably, but it was interesting to me.
After our layover, we flew about 14 hours to JFK and luckily, that was my last stop. We went through immigration/customs, got our luggage, and I said goodbye to my team, most of whom had to wait for another flight later in the day.
So that was my experience in Uganda this summer.
To everyone who donated money to help me to go on this trip: thank you so much. I would have been unable to do this work if it hadn’t been for your great generosity. Although you were not able to be on the trip in the flesh, I brought you with me in my prayers.
To everyone who donated jeans or helped me to cut the jean patterns: thank you. I was able to witness the entire shoemaking process, from jeans, to jean patterns, to sewing and creating shoes. And then I was able to help out at the actual clinic and see the shoes on the feet of people who were now jigger-free. Although you may have simply given me a pair of old jeans, they are now helping someone to avoid a jigger re-infestation.
To those of you who prayed for me and my team: I appreciate it so much. There were a few teammates who experienced minor illnesses, but we were healthy for the most part. We were safe, and we had an excellent, rewarding experience.
To my teammates, Kimi, Bart, Jacob, Katie, Cortnie, Rachel, Sara, Haley, Mary, Mia, and Joe: I am grateful for meeting you. I know that God formed our team with each of you in mind. We each brought along our own strengths and weaknesses and together, we were able to help spread love throughout Kampala and Jinja. I will continue to pray for each of you and I expect to hear more amazing things that each of you are doing in your lives. You are all inspiring.
I traveled to Uganda to volunteer with Go Be Love International from July 22nd to August 5th this year. It was an amazing trip and I am so grateful for all of the experiences that I had and all of the stories that I am now able to bring back to my friends and family in the United States. We volunteered with three organizations: Sixty Feet, Sole Hope, and Amani Baby Cottage.
We flew from New York City to Dubai, where we had a short layover. That flight was about 12 hours. Then we flew from Dubai to Entebbe, Uganda, which took about 5 and a half hours.
We flew on an Airbus A380, which has two floors (first class and business upstairs and economy downstairs). I had never been on an airplane that big before.
I was really thankful that I live on the east coast because most of my teammates had to start traveling on July 21st to JFK or LaGuardia and then stay the night in the hotel before continuing on with their flights. Instead of that, I was able to simply arrive at JFK on Saturday morning and head out from there.
Emirates Airlines was awesome. Just walking onto the airplane, I could tell that it was really nice. There was a flight of stairs heading up that was lit along each step. I wish I could have just seen what first class looked like, but economy passengers couldn’t go up there. I’ve heard that there was a bar and showers upstairs.
There were tons of options of movies, music, games, and TV shows. I watched some good movies heading to Africa, like Lion and Gifted.
I know I’m unusual with this, but I really love airplane food. I think all of the tiny packages are really cool. On Emirates, they actually give you a menu when you get on the plane that tells you about each of the meals that will be served and what your options are.
We had dinner, then pizza as a snack in the middle of the night, and then breakfast in the morning.
Once we finally landed in Entebbe, we had to stand in the immigration line for what felt like forever. Once we finally got up to the counter, we had our pictures taken, we were fingerprinted, and a visa was printed for each of us and stuck inside of our passport. Once we grabbed our bags, we met Patrick, who would be driving our bus, along with another man who would be driving the truck that held our luggage. Patrick is an artist who makes amazing metal sculptures that are really unique (you can view his website here).
When we left the airport, we drove to a market to pick up bottled water and bread that we needed because we would be making our own lunches while staying in Kampala. We brought our own peanut butter since it’s expensive in Uganda, so each day we made sandwiches with bread and peanut butter and then we would have tiny bananas to go with it.
Then we checked into Apricot Guesthouse. We were pretty tired, but we needed dinner, so we went to an Italian restaurant that was in walking distance. I had pizza with beef, calamari, and shrimp on top.
It was a nice place to stay. I shared the room with a girl named Mia. There were between one and two people in each room. There was a nice patio with comfy chairs and the grounds were pretty.
I did a random workout in the parking lot and Joe joined me for part of it. I did a little running, push ups, burpees, jumping jacks, dips, squats, and some yoga poses.
I loved the food at the Apricot Guesthouse. It was typical African food and I loved everything I had. On the first night they had a delicious pumpkin soup, along with rice, beef stew, chicken, potatoes (which they called “Irish”), vegetables, and rolls that tasted like soft pretzels. The next night we had spinach soup, chapati (a bread similar to the Indian bread, naan), fish nuggets, lasagna, and vegetables.
For breakfast there were eggs, fruit, cereal, and juice both days. One day there were pancakes and meatballs and the other day there were green beans.
Sixty Feet is an organization that, according to its mission on the website, “targets a specific category of children… the least of the least – those imprisoned in Africa and more specifically Uganda. Some of these children have committed serious offenses. Some are as young as 2 years of age and have committed no offense at all. Working alongside Ugandan government officials we work in the detention facilities, and in the villages where the children come from, to bring hope and help – immediate relief and long-term restoration.”
We volunteered with them for the first few days of our trip while staying at the Apricot Guesthouse in Kampala. We also got to see the spot where the equator runs through Uganda after lunch one day.
The next day we drove about three hours from Kampala to Jinja to work with Sole Hope.
Sole Hope focuses on “offering HOPE, healthier lives, and freedom from foot-related diseases through education, jobs, and medical relief.”
I was particularly excited to volunteer with Sole Hope because I had been working on collecting jeans since last December. Sole Hope used to have what they called “jean cutting parties.” They mailed you a pattern to use to cut the jeans into specific shapes. Then you get a group of people together and cut old jeans according to those patterns, safety pin them together, and then they are turned into shoes once they get to the Sole Hope grounds in Uganda.
Sole Hope jean shoes
My high school students were very excited about the opportunity to take part in my trip by helping with the jean cutting process, so they donated a TON of jeans. I was overwhelmed by their excitement and support. I also had friends and family members who donated a bunch of jeans as well.
I was able to have my students help me with the jean cutting the day before winter break, which was a HUGE help. I had not originally realized how difficult and time consuming it would be to so cut so many jeans. I also had help from some other friends and family members, but a good portion of the jeans were simply cut on random days after work while I turned on a movie to distract myself from the monotony.
I was thrilled to have 100 pairs of jean shoes to bring with me to Sole Hope and they were excited to hear about how I had gotten my students involved in the process. Right now, Sole Hope paused with the jean cutting parties in order to have Care Kit parties instead in order to acquire more medical supplies.
We took a tour of the Sole Hope property, so we could see the process of sewing the shoes and adding the soles, which are made of a few layers of old car tires.
The shoes are provided to people once jiggers (small bugs that burrow into feet) are removed. They help to prevent the person wearing them from getting more jiggers in the future.
Thursday is Sole Hope’s clinic day, so we got to go with them to help out at a school. There were about 150 children (and a few adults) who needed to have their jiggers removed. We started by gathering all of the children in a big circle and playing some games with them. We sang songs that had corresponding hand motions. One of them was a song about jiggers that would teach them good hygiene to avoid jiggers in the future.
After the song, we separated into stations:
Station 1: paperwork. A Sole Hope worker would fill out a foot note paper with the person’s information such as name, age, grade, and information about their home address and their parents.
This is what the foot note paper would look like once it was filled out at the end of station 3.
Station 2: foot washing. This was my station. We each had a bucket with a scrub brush and a bar of soap. We would scrub one of the patient’s feet and then let them practice scrubbing their second foot. While we were doing this, someone else from our team would come around and pass out stickers to everyone.
I tried to speak to the children as much as possible. They learn English in school, but some of them were too young to understand and others were too shy. Some of them told me their names, ages, and favorite sports.
At one point, I washed the feet of an old man and it really hit me emotionally. While I love volunteering, I don’t like feeling as though I’m the white savior coming to save the day by handing things out to people. Those types of situations are times when helping hurts, which is common to some short term missions.
So I was just sitting on the ground, unable to communicate with this old man who could not speak English. He was probably around 80 years old. All I could do was scrub his feet and smile.
I considered how embarrassed he must have felt. The clinic was set up at a school, so its primary patients were children, but he, too, had a jigger infestation. Beside him sat children who were mostly under age 12. It could have been humiliating, and it was undoubtedly painful.
Yet at the same time, he needed help, and I could tell from his smile how grateful he was that we were there offering him a future that would entail less pain. I also considered how my simple action of scrubbing his feet was really not that significant; anyone could have done it. But at the same time, I was able to show him love through that act.
Despite the language barrier. I could get across the message that he is loved, has worth, and is deserving of love. There I was, someone who had flown across the ocean to get to Uganda just to scrub his feet and offer him hope.
St. Therese of Lisieux was known for her small, humble acts that she always did with great love. I am by no means trying to compare myself to her, but I felt similarly in that situation. I wasn’t in Africa building a church or drilling a well, but I was spreading my love in simple, small ways in my scrubbing of feet.
And it was definitely a humbling act. Many of the patients had feet that had wounds in addition to the jiggers. You can tell it’s a jigger because it looks like a white circle and then there is a small black dot in the middle of it. When you see that, you know a jigger has burrowed under the skin.
But most of them had other contusions on their feet, broken or missing toenails, and some deformities. We were told to alert someone any time a person had an open wound so that they could change out our water in order to prevent the spread of HIV/AIDS.
I wasn’t afraid to wash the feet, but I did know that it was possible for me to acquire a jigger in the process. We were sure to wear closed shoes on the clinic day, which would help prevent jiggers in the feet, but jiggers can also burrow into other parts of your body, mainly your hands. Fortunately, none of my teammates got any jiggers. We were sure to scrub our hands and feet in the shower each night since it takes a while for a jigger to actually burrow itself into your skin.
Station 3: Jigger removal. At this station, Sole Hope workers would use a razor blade and a safety pin to dig out the jiggers. While they were doing this, people from my team would be filling out the foot notes. Every time a jigger was removed, they had to put a dot on the foot drawing to show its placement while also counting up the number of jiggers per foot as well as the total number of jiggers on that person. Some people also had jiggers on their hands. If anyone had over 20, they would receive a follow-up, or they would go to the Outreach House (more about that in a bit).
While the jigger removal was happening, Joe, the youngest member of our team, went around passing out lollipops. Jigger infestations are painful, just like their removal. The lollipops helped the kids to concentrate less on the pain. There were some tears, but most of those kids sat so quietly while the Sole Hope workers removed the jiggers. I was extremely impressed. I don’t know if I would have been able to sit so still in that situation, no anesthetic helping to remove or even ease the pain.
After the jiggers are removed, their feet are bandaged.
Station 4: shoe fitting. Each patient received a pair of the jean shoes in order to hopefully prevent a future jigger infestation. They also have to be taught to wear those shoes every day. Sole Hope has found that some patients avoid wearing the shoes because they don’t want to get them dirty. They save them for church or for the holidays. They have to be taught that the shoes are there to prevent jiggers, not just to be worn on special occasions.
After all of the 150 patients had finished having their jiggers removed, we were able to spend some time playing with the kids, both those who had had jiggers removed and the others who also attended that school. It was fun getting to spend some time with them in addition to the actual clinic.
The next day, we went to volunteer at Sole Hope’s Outreach House. This is where people go if they have an extreme case of jiggers. They typically stay there for two weeks. They are treated by nurses for both their jiggers as well as any other underlying issues. They are tested for illnesses such as malaria and HIV/AIDS. They are also educated about jiggers, jigger removal, good hygiene, ways to keep jiggers away from their homes, and Bible study.
Some of the people who need medical attention live far away. Sole Hope has social workers in different areas of Uganda who scout out those cases. Sometimes Sole Hope will take its clinic out to that village and other times, they will send a vehicle out to get certain people and then they bring them to the Outreach House for treatment, bringing them back to their villages once they are finished.
First, there was another jigger removal clinic. Initially, I thought that I would try to take the foot notes since I had washed feet the previous day, but before holding the clinic, we had a tour of the facility and we were told how the average number of jiggers on a patient at the Outreach House is 150! I didn’t know if I could handle that.
The previous day, many of the kids only had a couple of jiggers, and there weren’t too many really bad cases. I knew that this next day would be different.
I’m usually okay at dealing with gross things, with the exception of vomit. But I was not sure if I could handle watching and recording the jigger removal process in the likely event that I had a patient with a ton of them.
I opted to do arts and crafts while the clinic was taking place. We colored in coloring books and I painted their nails. Everyone was excited about the nail polish, even the adults and the males.
Part of me was disappointed in myself that I didn’t try to do the foot notes, but I knew that I needed to admit my weakness. At times I can be too prideful, excited to be able to do any required task on a mission trip to my best ability. But during that jigger removal, I knew that I might not be able to do an effective job. Other people had queasy stomachs watching the process, so I shouldn’t let myself feel like I failed just because I didn’t watch the removal.
After the removal we had lunch and then we came back and they were doing Bible study. In Uganda, there are many different dialects and languages, depending on which village a person is from. For the Bible study, they were translating from English to Luganda to another separate language from that particular village.
Then we made bracelets and necklaces and played outside with everyone.
On Sunday, we spent more time with the people at the Outreach House in the afternoon after church, just doing some crafts and playing games outside. I was helping out with one of the crafts. We were gluing popsicle sticks together and gluing sequins, pom poms, and googly eyes on them to make crosses.
I played a silly version of hide ‘n’ seek with this one little girl. I would bend down under the desk and she would pop up, and then she would bend down under the desk and hide while I popped up to look for her. She was entertained for a long time just going up and down.
On our last day with Sole Hope, we spent more time with everyone, making crafts and playing games. We told a Bible story that went along with a craft where they decorated construction paper people cutouts with stickers and sequins.
We played a bunch of different games with jump ropes, balls, and a parachute. We taught them how to play freeze tag and duck, duck, goose.
After lunch, we listened to the hygiene lesson about jiggers and then we played some more. I did more nail polish while other teammates painted faces, colored, or played games outside.
The lesson took a pretty long time since, just like the Bible story, it had to be spoken in English, translated into Luganda, and then into the other village language.
The little girl who was sitting on my lap fell asleep on me.
When we finished up that day, we had to say goodbye because we would be going to a different organization in Jinja, Amani Baby Cottage, for our final days in Uganda.
Sole Hope Guest House:
For most of our trip to Uganda, we stayed at the Sole Hope Guest House, which was really nice. It felt very welcoming and homey, with a large living room where our group could gather.
It had really pretty African paintings all over the house. There were these really cool chairs made out of wheelbarrows. There was also a large outdoor sitting area. We made our own breakfasts and lunches and then the cook would make us a delicious dinner each night.
It was such a treat to have hot showers because we had cold ones when we were staying in Kampala.
Because the guest house is geared toward volunteers coming from other countries, the food was not typical African. It was delicious, but I wish we had gotten to try more traditional African cuisine. We had minestrone soup, vegetable lasagna, pot roast, enchiladas, etc. One really delicious side dish, though, was pineapple mixed with cucumber and cilantro.
The yard was really big, so I worked outside there a few times like I had in Kampala, running around and doing burpees and things like that.
There were two dogs, Bear and Boomer, who always wanted attention. Here is Boomer on my lap one day after a Sole Hope clinic.
Here is a video from the first part of my trip to Uganda, mainly featuring Sole Hope:
I am currently still in a state of shock. I cannot believe the ways that God has blessed me as of late.
I had recently been feeling very stressed financially. For the first time, I owed money back when I completed my taxes. So instead of receiving at least $800 as I had expected, I actually owed $1200.
I was also overwhelmed because I have to decide whether to fix some things on my car or to purchase another used car. Plus, Friday night was one of my payment deadlines for my mission trip to Africa. All of these numbers and bills were piling up and I wasn’t sure if I would have to drain my savings to get by. I felt like maybe instead of volunteering, it would be more prudent to have a summer job, since I technically could work full time in the summer (since I’m a teacher), though I would prefer not to.
I knew somewhere deep in my heart that God would provide, but at the same time, I saw dollar signs looming on the horizon and I couldn’t help feeling worried about it.
Had I made a bad decision in my choice to volunteer in Africa this summer? Maybe I was taking on more than I could handle financially. Should I have opted for a cheaper, week-long mission trip somewhere in South America, which would have been more affordable?
Had I been too lavish in buying mainly organic produce, and meat? Maybe I should risk the health concerns and go back to the antibiotic-infested meat and fish and pesticide-rich fruits and vegetables. I really didn’t want to, but somehow, my finances had become a burden.
A few weeks ago, I was receiving phone calls from Franciscan University, my alma mater. I knew they were calling for donations, as they typically do once a year. I love that school so much, so I donate every year, but this year the timing was less than ideal.
After a week or so of intentionally not answering the phone, I finally picked it up one night, deciding that I needed to show God that I did, in fact, have faith in Him. I couldn’t hoard my income and expect any fruit to come from that. So despite my anxiousness about my finances, I made a donation to Franciscan University.
On a separate occasion, I was listening to my friend on the Catholic radio station. It was their fundraising drive and initially, I planned not to donate because I knew that I already had too much to take care of financially in my own life.
But eventually, something made me realize that I couldn’t have that attitude. I had to give with the faith that things would work out for me in the end if I could be generous to those who needed it.
And sure enough, that is exactly what happened.
By Friday evening (April 22nd), I needed a certain amount of money in my account for my mission trip to Uganda, followed by the final payment that was due by May 22nd.
All day, I left the donation page open on my computer, knowing that I would have to just put the amount (over $1500) on my credit card and hope that I would be able to raise some more money in the future.
That evening, almost immediately before I was about to put it on my credit card, I received a phone call from my mom that a family member of mine was interested in helping to make a substantial donation to my trip.
I almost burst out crying. I am beyond humbled right now and incredibly gracious.
I feel so guilty for the amount of stress I have been experiencing lately with regard to my financial situation. I should have maintained my faith in God, but I just kept doubting myself and my choices.
Yesterday during Mass, I couldn’t stop smiling and thanking God for His abundant blessings.
I am so glad that I made those donations to Franciscan and the Catholic radio station (in addition to my regularly scheduled donations, like the monthly $38 that goes to my sponsored child in Rwanda through Compassion International.)
When we give, we also receive. That is so true in this very moment.
At the time that I signed up for the mission trip to Uganda, I truly felt that was my calling. I absolutely love having a teacher’s schedule so that I can travel to volunteer each summer. I have been blessed to experience a variety of mission trips serving in Ecuador, Haiti, Rwanda, and Nicaragua. When deciding where to go this summer, the description of the Uganda trip immediately stood out to me.
We will be working in a children’s detention facility through Sixty Feet (prisons, the justice system, and justice reform is something that I care about quite a bit). Then we will be working with Sole Hope, which holds medical clinics to remove jiggers from the feet of children (and adults) who have been infested. It then provides them with shoes.
Everyone is on this earth with a certain calling. One of my callings is to teach. Another is to volunteer, specifically overseas, which is something that many people are afraid of, or simply uninterested in.
I regret how I had been second guessing my decision to join this mission trip because of finances and I am now more confident than ever that God has had a hand in forming this team and that there is a specific reason why that trip is the one that stood out to me.
I am absolutely astounded by the way everything happened this weekend. I am beyond grateful to everyone who made a contribution to this trip. I have received donations from close loved ones, to anonymous donors, to people who I have never met, but they know one of my friends of family members. I am completely humbled by all of the support and I will continue to keep all of my donors in my prayers as I prepare for this mission trip.
In the end, God has our backs in every situation. He is there for us and if we are able to accept that help and turn to Him when we are in need, we will reap great blessings.
We must give without knowing whether it’s a prudent financial decision because He will pay us back in ways we cannot even imagine. We must maintain our generosity even when it seems most difficult to do so.
“Give generously to him and do so without a grudging heart; then because of this the Lord your God will bless you in all your work and in everything you put your hand to.” – Deuteronomy 15:10
“Do not withhold good from those to whom it is due, when it is in your power to do it.” – Proverbs 3:27
I have been hearing lately about the desperate situations in which many people in eastern Africa are currently finding themselves due to famine as well as violence. Most of this information I have come across because I follow the Machine Gun Preacher’s Facebook page after having found myself very interested in his organization, Angels of East Africa, which helps those suffering, after watching the film Machine Gun Preacher with Gerard Butler. If you haven’t seen it, I highly recommend it. The Machine Gun Preacher, Sam Childers, started out by choosing to go to Sudan to rescue children from the LRA and Joseph Kony. These children were taken from their families, often forced to kill their own parents, and then were trained to kill.
I could go on forever about Sam Childers, but that isn’t the point here. If I had not been following him on social media, I would have been like one of many Americans who are completely unaware of the current devastation in Africa.
There are also major problems occurring in Syria due to their current civil war. There are tons of Syrian refugees right now.
There was also a recent situation where 40 or more Somalian refugees headed for Yemen were killed by an air strike.
Many people here in the United States fail to pay attention to the news at all. However, even those who try to maintain an awareness of the world around them may have missed what is happening in countries like Somalia right now.
Why? Because American news sources are doing a poor job reporting much about it. Even the world news sources aren’t paying as much attention as they should be. Here is a look at some recent headlines from the home pages of these news sources from Saturday, March 18th, 2017.
New York Times:
Okay, you get the idea.
Out of all of those sources, Al Jazeera was the only one that mentioned the problems in Syria. The crises in Somalia and Syria are devastating right now. There are people dying every day. Yet out of four major news sources, only one of them mentioned it on their home page. I could have guessed that it wasn’t going to be the American news source.
Now, what would happen if I specifically looked for world news within these same sources? (I skipped Al Jazeera this time since all of their news is world news.)
NY Times world news:
CNN News world news:
Yep, just what I suspected. Even the world news sections fail to mention the travesties taking place right now in countries like Somalia and Syria.
Yesterday, I was watching Casey Neistat’s video and it gave me some hope that although our news sources do a pitiful job informing Americans about certain problems in the world, maybe other famous people can do the job. Casey Neistat gained popularity for his YouTube vlogs. In this video, he mentions a project that his friend, Jerome Jarre (famous on Vine and Snapchat) came up with, with the help of actor Ben Stiller.
Jerome decided to look into what it would take to get a Turkish Airlines flight to be loaded with food to bring to Somalia to help the many who are starving right now as a result of their famine. Fortunately, Turkish Airlines agreed to work with them.
Here is the video:
Casey Neistat posted his video yesterday, March 17th. It is currently March 18th at 2pm and the $1 million goal was not only met, but exceeded:
That is absolutely incredible. They were able to raise over one million dollars to help those dying of starvation in less than 24 hours. As of right now, there were 42,186 donations. Many of the donations are small amounts. $5 here, $8 there. Obviously there were some larger donations as well, but this goes to show how far a small amount of money can go. It also shows that people do care to aid those in need if they were just aware of the situation and given a way to help.
Why must it take people like a random Vine star to bring awareness to issues like this? Shouldn’t we already know about these sorts of problems from our news sources? From our president?
Despite my frustration regarding the media, stories like this give me hope. Maybe the news outlets will cover the story because Casey Niestat and Ben Stiller are involved, which will provide even more awareness about the issues.
I know that it is easy to get wrapped up in our own little circle of friends and family, to only pay attention to local news that affects us directly. I am guilty of this myself at times. But we have to remember that even when our problems seem like a major burden, we are blessed to be living in a country in which most of us do not find it difficult to meet our basic needs.
We are rarely, if ever, in a situation where life or death is dependent upon whether or not we are able to find a source of water. We do not have to hide in the bush while the LRA soldiers come looking to kidnap our children, rape our women, and murder or mutilate the rest of us. We do not have to fear that the next thunderstorm may decimate our home. If we get diarrhea, it’s an inconvenience, but not a death sentence.
I am thankful to be an American, but America, I expect more of you. I know that people are up in arms about some of the things that Donald Trump has been doing lately. I can assure you that I am not his biggest fan.
But despite all of that, we must remember that at this moment, someone in Somalia is taking his or her last breath, simply because he or she has gone too many days without a bite to eat or a sip of water.
As I’ve done for the past two years (2014: My Year in Review, 2015: My Year in Review), here is my 2016 year in review. Everyone seemed so eager to see the passing of 2016, but I don’t feel that way at all. While I am excited to see what this next year of life brings me, I am content looking back at all that happened in 2016. I feel beyond blessed at how different my life is today, January 2nd, than January 2nd last year. There are so many people I didn’t even know last year today who I am now happy to call my friends. I had a great year and I look forward to an even better 2017.
-I started off the new year in San Antonio, Texas, watching fireworks exploding all over the place at the passing of midnight and playing lots of games like jumbo Jenga before flying back to Jersey
-Annual trip to Frost Valley in Claryville, NY
-The end of my last relationship
-Caidin came to visit and we went to Twin Lights in Highlands
-My mom traveled to Israel / Tel Aviv / Jerusalem / Bethlehem / Rome for her birthday pilgrimage to the Holy Land. She got to renew her baptismal vows in the Jordan River.
-I traveled to Brazil for Spring Break. First, I was with my sister, Vanessa, and my brother-in-law, Carlos, for Easter. We went to see an amazing waterfall.
-Then I went to Manaus for my grandma’s 99th birthday. I am so thankful that I got to go and spend some time with her because that was the second and last time I would ever see her.
I also got to see lots of other family members while there and I went swimming with river dolphins with two of my uncles.
-My mom’s 60th birthday
-Although my mom’s birthday was in March, we had a family party for her in April
-My cousin, Dan, graduated from UConn
-I ran the Run the Hook 10k in Sandy Hook, NJ
-I went to senior prom to see my students
-Finished my first year teaching in New Jersey
-Traveled to Kansas City, Missouri, to grade AP English Language & Composition exams with my friend from DHS, Elise
-While in Kansas City, I also got to see my friend, Kristin, from high school, who is now a zookeeper at the Kansas City Zoo
-Ran the Fairfield Half Marathon and set a personal record of 1:55
-Went to Connecticut for my grandpa’s birthday party
-Ran the Belmar five miler
-My friend, Juan, came to visit me in Jersey
-Met on Monday nights with the Belmar Area Catholic Young Adult group that I helped run
-Through the Belmar young adult group, I met my friend Gabriella, and through her, my Bible study, which has been such an amazing blessing and has brought me so many new friends
-Went to the sand castle competition in Belmar
-Went to Long Beach Island for a week with my mom
-I turned 28 in Long Beach Island
-Ran the River to Sea Relay race with an awesome group of people to raise money for Covenant House
-I started riding my bike all around the shore
-Traveled to Nicaragua with Living Water International
-We helped to drill a well to bring clean water to a rural village
-We also taught hygiene lessons and Bible stories to the women and children. I helped to translate.
-My friend, Lizzy, visited since she was in Philadelphia for vet clinicals, so we had a beach day
-Worked on improving my yoga and handstands
-Hung out with new friends from Bible study
-As of the 1st, I have officially lived in New Jersey for one year
-Started my second year of teaching in New Jersey
-My Brazilian grandmother passed away right before her 99 1/2 birthday
-Went to the Philadelphia Zoo with my friend, Adam
-Went kayaking with my friend, Adam
-Ran the Jersey Shore Half Marathon in Sandy Hook
-Tenth Avenue North concert with my friend, Amanda
-Went to Catholic Underground in NYC with friends from Bible study
-More kayaking with friends
-Ran the Atlantic City Marathon. My mom and my friend, Adam, came to cheer me on
-I saw whales a few times from the beach in the fall
-I went swimming in the ocean the day before Halloween
-I hosted our weekly Bible study once at my house in November. It was tight to squish in 15 people, but we managed.
-Bar Crawl in Asbury Park to raise money for Covenant House
-Did some November stand up paddling and kayaking in the ocean in my wetsuit from my uncle
-Kayaking Shark River with my friend, Kate
-Home to Connecticut for Thanksgiving
-Went to see the ice sculptures in Tinton Falls
-Out in Asbury for my friend, Stacy’s, birthday
-Weekend in the Poconos for Sway’s 25th birthday
-New relationship with AJ on December 11th
-Graham cracker gingerbread house building with AJ
-Christmas Eve at my grandparents’ house
-Christmas day at my aunt and uncle’s house
-Devin & Elise’s New Year’s Eve wedding with AJ
So here is goodbye to 2016 and hello to 2017. This year should be another great one, filled with more adventures!
I try to always be aware of the importance of gratitude. It is so easy to focus on the things that we with we could improve in our lives. This is especially true in our prayer lives. It’s easy to get caught up in constantly asking God for things. There is always someone whose health could improve, someone who can use a new job, and many other requests that we have for God.
But we must remember to also thank God for all that He has given us and all of the prayers that He has answered.
With the approach of Thanksgiving and the Christmas season of Advent, it is now the perfect time to focus on gratitude.
So I want to reflect on my year and all that I am grateful for.
-My health – I’ve been doing well with my Lyme disease for a while, finally able to get back into running races again this year
-My family – Since I no longer live close to my family, it makes me even more grateful for the time I get to spend with them during the holidays. I am thankful that they are only two hours away so that it’s not a difficult task to go home to Connecticut.
-My new friends – I have been so blessed with all of the new people I have met this past year, meeting people at work, at the beach, and in Bible study, and my young adult group.
-My Bible study – It is through this Bible study that I have been able to meet most of these new friends. I am so grateful to have a group of people who are pushing me to grow in my faith.
-My apartment – I love living so close to the beach.
-The ocean – It keeps me sane on the days when I am stressed out.
-My job. I love teaching high school English so much.
-My students. I have a really great group of kids this year.
-My wet suit from my uncle that now allows me to go kayaking and stand up paddling even when the weather isn’t super warm
-Having a roof over my head
-Living in a first world country so that I don’t have to struggle each day to survive
-My love for volunteering
-All of the people I have met through my volunteer opportunities both locally and abroad
-My sponsored child, Patience, and his family
-That I have had the chance to meet the Brazilian side of my family, especially my now deceased grandma and grandpa