Gulu= finally home sweet home

So in high school, my friends and I kept track of "domesticity points" just to be funny. You show up to hang out with a plate of homemade cookies...you get a point. We're making dinner and you whip out something awesome and impressive...you get a LOT of points. But if you self-promoted your domesticity, you got zero. I think I used to have negative points back in the day, and even though this may be considered self-promotion, I just have to say after a month of living on my own in Uganda my domesticity has been totally off the charts. Ain't got no oven, no stovetop anymore (gas has been out...), no dishwasher, no washer and dryer...sometimes no water or power either...but I have been kinda doing laundry and cleaning and cooking and baking...woohoo!

Homemade Reese's balls? Okay they look like poop but they were awesome.

Anyway, it took a few weeks, but I feel pretty adjusted now :). Besides feeding myself and surviving, I've met awesome people, more or less learned my way around the city, and kinda got the hang of my job. The most exciting new addition to my life is this bike. Purchasing this may have seriously decreased my chances of coming home in July in one piece, but I love it. The streets in town are a giant free for all of cars, bodas, potholes, pedestrians with heavy loads on their heads and babies on their backs...so I can't decide if riding around is terrifying or totally exhilarating. Both? But anyway, hellooooo mas independencia and extra exercise!

When I'm catching up with people from home everyone asks how Uganda is, whether I like it or not, etc. And honestly every 10 minutes I have a different answer. Deep down the answer is I am really happy here and this is a long-term dream that I'm actually living every day. I like the adventure of being in a different culture, I love designing so my job is pretty sweet, I like my friends a lot lot, and I am so impressed by the Imani women and the girls at the rescue home. I think I said this in my last blog too, but it's just so amazing to know of all of the pain and hurt they have come from and then to see them totally transformed. There is so much LIFE here and they are all so full of joy. Every Wednesday afternoon we go on outreach with the women, and it's pretty great. One of our woman had the best advice and most encouraging words ever to a group of women in the village we were in yesterday. A couple weeks ago the women all went to pray for a boy they knew who had been really sick after an encounter with a witch doctor. The women were SO fervent and passionate as they were praying for him, and whaddaya know....45 minutes later a boy who could barely stand when we first entered his hut, is walking around outside and smiling!

But at the same time it's not easy to move here. Many things have changed since the day I was fired from Walmart in high school :P Now I actually have a work ethic and never in my life have I had such an intense desire to do a job of mine well. Unfortunately trying to make things happen is really hard in Gulu, I feel like such a failure sometimes because nothing goes as planned! I try to print pictures of jewelry and what should be an easy one-time trip turns into showing up at the store multiple times a day because they keep losing, forgetting, or messing up the order. I have so much respect for the Ugandan woman who is training me, and she is awesome, but lots of important things I need help with go on her "maybe I'll think about it later" list. And then just life too. I forget what it's like to be waited on at a restaurant, to rely on ANYTHING, or what customer service is. And I really want/need to be more patient. I find myself demanding discounts and getting pissed and scolding the mechanic who fixed my bike twice and it STILL doesn't work. Then I remember, oh yeah I live in Uganda. All these things are frustrating but in the long scheme of things they aren't that important, so I guesssssss I could use this opportunity for personal growth and learn to deal with it....

So every day is like :)...:(.... :/.... :D

And another thing, since Gulu is a refugee city, there are tons of aid groups here, which means lots of white people, and the local population definitely notices. You cannot walk for more than 10 feet without a group of Acholi children running up and saying "mzungu!!!" (white person) and wanting to shake your hand or laugh at you or just say hi. Or creepy men...."Mzungu, how are you? Mzungu, you look beautiful today. Hi! Hi!" But I've gotta say that the creepy men here are way more classy and nice about it than the ones in Chile were! Gotta get used to standing out, and people going through LOTS of effort to get money from you... a while ago I hopped off a boda outside of Brittany and Hailey's house, and a pregnant woman fell down next to me and cried out in pain. I went over to her to see what was wrong, and she kept saying she just needed money for her baby. I said "umm...I'll pray for you instead?" And then I started to get really worried because through a series of questions I asked her she told me she was 9 months pregnant and her water had broken. We were freaking out and for a while we thought we were going to have to help deliver a baby right in Brittany and Hailey's house! It was a little fishy to me because she did NOT look 9 months pregnant...maybe 5...and it didn't seem like her water had broken. Plus she kept asking for money. But I mean, she seemed obviously in a lot of pain. We eventually got ahold of a driver to take her to the hospital, relieved that the baby didn't come out when she was with us!! BUT the next day someone saw her walking around on the road, still pregnant and totally fine. Hmm...good actress. It is heartbreaking and kind of just depressing though to be around so many people who have so many needs, and know when to help and how much to help. And I hate that now an automatic response of mine is to be guarded and assume someone is trying to play me, instead of just to have compassion.

One of the awesome things about being here is a whole new world of adventures we can have. Looks like Easter will be spent on the beaches of Kenya, we're heading to see waterfalls and African animals next next weekend, rafting the Nile= def a possibility, and a couple weekends ago we had the best camping adventure ever. Pictures are worth a thousand words?

I guess it's pretty cool to be sleeping on top of a little mountain thing in the middle of Africa, joined by a ton of village children, and watching the sunrise and sunset across Uganda :)

But what I love the most so far and what has been the most meaningful is how kind I am learning God is. It sounds dumb and I swear I think I learn this only to relearn again and again. Because getting on the plane to come here was so hard, I blamed Him because for the first time ever I felt like following His plan, and dreams HE had given me, had become so painful. I was having to sacrifice things I did not want to give up at all to do what I felt like I SHOULD do. And I don't feel that way about being here anymore...so God and I were chill, but at the same time my idea of His character had changed and I didn't even realize it. He doesn't abuse His control over my life, I'm not some piece in his chess game. I started to get so scared that from this point on every time I wanted to do something, He would be like "hahahaha, yeah right, Laura. No grad school for you, get back overseas asap. Marry someone who you don't like at first. Go here. Go there, because remember Laura, my plans are better!!!" It sounds ridiculous, I know. But there is so much freedom that He gives us, and I don't know, I still don't understand why following Him is sometimes hard, but I know He cares so much about our desires and He wants to co-plan with us. When I finally listened, He said back to me, "Tell me about what you want, what you don't want. Talk to me about what makes you feel alive, what makes you excited, I care!" He wants our opinions! And sometimes there will be sacrifices to make, I know that. But He is so smart and He knows sometimes when we want to hold onto something that we think is so meaningful, it will actually lose its meaning if we don't move onto what is better. I'm rambling....but bottom line is, He isn't out to crush dreams. He's out to fulfill. Our hearts are safe.

And He's so clever too. So the other day, I mean like over 2 weeks ago, the Zion Project staff had this little prophecy workshop, led by an awesome couple from the US who were visiting here and serving for a few days. I swear, Zion Project attracts great people. Anyway, if you don't know, prophecy is just hearing from God words of encouragement or basically anything that reveals anything God wants to say to someone. We all took turns sitting in the middle and everyone else would just listen and share whatever God was giving them for that person. It's my turn, and right before I sat down all the sudden I was reminded of a picture God had shown me in Brazil, probably the clearest thing I have ever seen from Him. At that time I was wanting so much more with God that I wasn't seeing in my life yet, I was shooting for the moon....basically I wanted to experience everything that was possible in a relationship with Him and I was frustrated because I wasn't yet. He showed me a meal, like a 5 course kinda thing on a huge fancy table, with like 3 forks and nice plates, it was like a Thanksgiving dream. And He said to me, "I made this whole meal for you, that's right, you stay hungry and I will give you SO Many good things. But right now, you are going to eat the appetizer. The rest is coming later." And that was really encouraging to me, honestly I think about it a lot and can't wait for entree or dessert time. So anyway, no one has any idea of that, but Brittany had this picture of me sitting down to eat an entree he had prepared, what she described was exactly what I had seen a year and a half ago. So cool! And everything everyone else said was so right on also. So maybe the appetizer phase is done, and bigger and better things are coming. 

In conclusion, there are really hard moments, hard days...I still catch myself wishing I was a being a normal college student. And I miss lots of things and lots of people. But still, I gotta say I'm pretty pumped about what there is to come here. I have good feelings :) Except right now I feel really sick and should have been asleep a couple hours ago but I was really slow at writing this....oopsies.