My Little Social Story

As of my last post, I am continuing to jump right into this whole social work thing. But I am definitely a teacher at heart. Don’t have a lot of fill in time, but wanted to give a brief update on a little guy we are working on resettling with his family, and to help with this transition I made a social story for him! Here is the last page of it! So excited for them to start using this in counseling and think it will be a great tool to help him transition:) Prayers for this family would be wonderful! 

Life on the job.

Well sort of. It’s definitely going to be quite the learning curve taking on the Adoption Coordinator, but I’m really excited, as these past two days have been great, but have definitely already taught me some things that I know are going to be difficult for me as time wears on. (I want to be able to tell as much of these stories as possible to be able to really give a sense of what’s going on, but for privacy and confidentiality purposes, they might be a little vague – I apologize in advance

I think I mentioned that I met Diana and Joseph, our new social workers, on Tuesday, but I have spent way more time in the office with them, and they are going to be incredible to work with! Pretty pumped:) Joseph was out yesterday taking one of our boys to his father’s house to spend some time for the possibility, and hope, for reunification! This really excites me! But while he was out, Diana showed me the ropes with all of our kiddos’ files and taking me through kind of the next steps with a lot of them. We have about 10-11 kids that we are finalizing abandonment cases for – I’m still learning what this means/entails, but after this is finished they will be able to be adopted, which is also really exciting.

One of these girls has a neighbor from the area that she is from who is interested in fostering/adopting her, so Diana and I went out to a town outside of Jinja to meet with her and talk to her more. This was a fun thing to be a part of and understanding a little bit more about the process of gathering, sorting, and working through all of the needed and desired information we get about our kids. To get out there we had to take a bota into town (one of the benefits of being with a Ugandan, we paid wayyy cheaper for our ride haha) then get on a taxi –large bus full of people – headed out of town. It was only about a 10 minute ride, so really not far at all. Then we had to walk a little bit through this village where I stuck out like a really sore thumb. I keep thinking I need to get tanner, but I just really don’t think there’s much I can do haha! Once we got to her house we went inside and just talked to her about her life, her desires to adopt our little girl, and then walked her through the next step of the process in doing an assessment on her/her family so that way we’d be able to present it to the adoption panel in Kampala. I didn’t do much but listen, but it was all very interesting, and luckily she could speak English so I was at least able to follow along!

Now here is where I am going to struggle. We left and I thought about A) how many more questions were on our paper that we could have gone on and asked, and B) how that seemed to go really well! Concerning (A), I need to get used to this lifestyle where it is much more relational and they are not going to push things just to get them checked off our list. Diana was explaining that this would be about a month’s process and we would be back several times, so we don’t need to get it done on the first visit. This definitely makes sense to me, as it should be a process, but I just felt that more could have been done; this is my type-A personality shining through, so I will definitely need prayers that I am able to adapt to this culture in this sense while still feeling that my time here is being used well. Now to (B), things do go well occasionally, but there is also so much that lies under each conversation that needs to be taken with a grain of salt, and followed-up with, as well as cross-checking in some situations. Basically in short, I cannot be so naïve, not just in this case, but in general, that everything is completely as it seems. Prayers that I am not so trusting that I make mistakes in decisions for our kids, but also not to become skeptical towards conversations that I will have.

So that was a little bit of yesterday, with some added market shopping and cooking dinner last night with some of the other people here, and here’s a quick run through of today. It kind of makes me laugh thinking about it. So Africa. Going back to our abandonment cases, our next step is running advertisements in the newspapers and radio stations in Kampala for some of our kids, in case our failed attempts at tracing families have failed and a family member sees the child in the paper – in a sense. However, on Tuesday as they went to Kampala to do this, they found out that first they needed to write a formal letter to the probation officer to grant permission. Since we didn’t get a chance to do this yesterday, Diana and I planned on doing it today. I was working on Care Orders that need to be made for each of our kids and Diana was working on the letter, but as we went to print it our power went off. (Also note that our water had been cut off by the city for whatever reason, throughout the whole town, and we had already had loads of people going to draw jerry-cans of water from the lake – like I said this is Africa!) Sense we couldn’t print at Ekisa, Joseph rode his bike to town with a flash drive to print it, but got back maybe 45 minutes later to inform us that nobody in town had power. Diana had just called the official to let him know we would be there soon, so we decided to at least try going down there to show him it on the flash. We drove into town (my first time driving since being back!) and he basically said “we have to do this formally so I need a print-out”. We then stopped at three print shops to see if anyone had a generator and the third place did, so we were able to print it out, but it needed Em’s signature. We drove all the way back to Ekisa, probably 10 minutes, and it was raining, to get Em to sign it, then we headed back into town. We walked back into his office and he was gone haha. Nobody knew when he would be back, so we went home and called it a day, because there was pretty much nothing else we could get done without power. What a run around day.

This is where I need prayers for this. I like getting things done and sometimes it’s completely out of my control. The water, the power, the lifestyle of people in Uganda. So out of my control. It definitely makes me laugh, but I’m nervous as time goes on, I’m going to struggle with feeling unproductive. As with everything I need to place this in God’s hands and know that His timing is perfect, even when it comes down to some of these silly little things. Not only is His timing perfect, but His good and sovereign plan. Me being this Adoption Coordinator is not going to change anything that God doesn’t already know is going to happen. I am so thankful that when I get stressed when things don’t go the way I think they should or could, that I can rest in God’s will and know that it’s not my plan to begin with! I know I still have lots to learn about what this next year is really going to look like, but this is definitely a start!

“’Martha, Martha,’ the Lord answered, ‘you are worried and upset about many things, but few things are needed – or indeed only one. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.’”

Luke 10:41-42

Pray that I may have a heart like Mary.

Oh my travel stories..

Well of course it couldn’t be easy. Well maybe it could, but not for me. I was so close to wanting to turn around, go back to the car, and just go home. But I didn’t, and here’s my story of coming back to Uganda.

Saturday was a good day. Woke up and had coffee with Mom and Dad on the front porch, enjoying a beautiful morning. Then had a slow morning getting ready, finishing packing, visiting with friends and family that came in and out, and really wasn’t getting that stressed or overwhelmed – which some of you know that this is typically how I get before flying – or really traveling in general. Around 5:00 we got all of my luggage upstairs and out to the truck and headed towards the airport for dinner where we were meeting some friends. My flight wasn’t until 10:25, so our timing was perfect – we got dinner at 6:00, then went to get ice cream because we had spare time, then got to the airport right around 8:00, which was perfect. It was tough saying good bye to some of my best friends, but I was excited and thought that this high could carry me tear-free through the airport.  Oh man, oh man.
We get to the airport and wait in line to heck my luggage and as soon as I hand me boarding pass to the guy behind the counter, he looks at it and says, “You missed your flight, it just took off.” Standing there stunned, watching as he circled the flight time “20:25” I immediately knew what I did wrong and started crying. I messed up the 24-hour clock and thought that “20:25” translated to “10:25” and not “8:25”. I was embarrassed, humiliated, and had no idea what I was going to next, or how much it was going to cost me to fix this pretty epic mistake. And what I think bothered me most about this, is I don’t make mistakes like this. I’m not used to messing up, and I didn’t know how to handle it. Then somehow Mom saying “Someday we will laugh about this” really wasn’t helping.
I then had to get in the ticketing line, because there really was a flight at 10:25 p.m. and there was a possibility that I could get on that. So after waiting a while to talk to the next lady – who, praise God, was as sweet and as helpful as can be, because I was still a mess – we finally got up to talk to her and she said that the flight was overbooked and I was on standby but there was no guarantee that I’d be able to get on it..more tears. But then as she was looking at my info, she questioned me having a one-way ticket into Uganda and said that in filling out my Visa information I needed to have a return ticket booked to even be let in. Well my travel agent who I used didn’t know/mention this, so again another hick-up. So long story short I had to book a return ticket right there, and by the time we finished I was the only one left in the check-in line and I was terrified even if I could fit on the flight I wouldn’t make it. But she said that since booking was closed, there was a seat that I could fit on and that I would have time to make it. So after really quick good-byes to my family, still crying, I rushed through security and to my gate.

Another long-story short, I knew a girl on my flight, who was a friend of a friend, who lives in Kampala who was heading back to Uganda too, Mallory. Well seeing as I thought I was on the 10:25 flight the whole time, I thought we had the exact same flight, so that was such a blessing being able to find her after getting to my gate and being able to talk and be comforted by her! Then we get on the flight, and we head to London, for about a 10-hour layover. Well Mallory, my now friend(!), had a friend from Uganda who lived in London going to seminary there, so we were able to meet up with him and take on London! It was great being able to get out of the airport and we took the London Tube (metro essentially) to Kensington Station, the museum district, got sandwiches at a little shop, ate outside, then went to the London Natural History Museum. It was fun but after talking later, Mallory and I thought about how much more interesting and special going to a museum was for Derrick, her Ugandan friend, who grew up in Uganda and museums were something so new and exciting for him. That sure put things in perspective, and definitely humbled me in thinking about how easy it is in the States, especially living in Virginia, so close to D.C., to go to museums, and then in thinking about how really incredible they are. I’m very thankful for that reality check, especially in heading to Uganda and thinking about what the next year of my life is going to look like. Plus, it was exciting to get out and about in London and do something and see something I haven’t before!!

Mallory and I then took on the Tube by ourselves to head back to the airport and we both were close to falling asleep multiple times and we nodded in and out. Getting back to the airport we still had some time to spare so we got dinner and just hung out. Then we were on the plane again. I slept just about the entire flight to London, but definitely had a harder time on the way to Uganda. I did sleep but was definitely more in and out on this 9-hr ride. I think I was very worried about getting my Visa and then getting all of my bags – which if you remember from last time did not happen. Well looking back now, after saying good-bye to my family it was really smooth sailing from there, and I am very grateful. My Visa was really no issue, and all three of my bags came:) yay!

Job was in the airport waiting for me and it was wonderful to see a familiar face. We hit no traffic in Kampala because it was a national holiday, Martyr’s Day, so all of the offices and most stores were closed. I was thankful for how that worked out! Then we got to Jinja around 11 in the morning and it was so great! I don’t think I stopped smiling as I was greeted by the mammas that remembered me in saying “Auntie B, Auntie B, you came back”, then in going in and hugging Em H., and then being swarmed by kids. Sam hobbled over to me, a little shocked and quiet, but hugged me and sat on my lap, and other kids were all over me. Zeke non-stop was yelling “Auntie B, Auntie B” in his deep, excited voice, which was wonderful! I then spent the next couple of hours hanging out at the house, helping with school, and checking out all the changes that have happened at the house over the last several months. For lunch we had rice and beans – my fav lunch option, which I thought it would be since it was Monday! Happy to see the lunch schedule hasn’t changed haha! Which also meant that today was mukene (little fish, not that appetizing) so I avoided that! Definitely the little things:)

Then yesterday afternoon I headed down with a couple of other volunteers to the new “volunteer house” which is right down the road that Em W.  (she comes back from the States on Friday) and the volunteers live in (the garage has been turned into the volunteer room). There is also an office room that I will live in. The bed they ordered was supposed to be here on Monday, but since it was a holiday it didn’t come. Go figure haha. But I did have my mattress so I was able to sleep on that. But as of now I don’t have any shelves or anything so my stuff is still in a my suitcases and it has been quite difficult trying to find anything in particular and I usually have to open every one before I find what I need. I guess actually moving in will be quite the process!

Last night we went out for dinner for my first night and it was fun going out to a place that was so familiar in the fall! Then we came home, went to bed, and I was woken up this morning at 12:00, by another girl who is here who didn’t want my sleep schedule to be too messed up! I was very grateful for that! After getting ready this morning/afternoon I headed into town by myself to run errands – bank to get money, café to get a little bit of internet, grocery store to get phone minutes and a little bit of food, Orange store to get internet, then on a boda headed back to Ekisa. I got back right after lunch and I had such a similar greeting as yesterday. I’m not sure if anyone really believed that I was really back haha. After hanging out for a little bit outside I went back to the office and to read through files and whatnot and hung out with Samuel, our counselor, and Diana and Joseph, our new social workers, to get caught up and all that has been happening and trying to figure out what comes next. It was fun just catching up with everything!

Then we went back to my house, ate dinner, and came back down to Ekisa, because I really wanted to be here for the post-dinner, post-bath, pre-bed time! Probably my favorite part of the day! The bigger kids come out in their pj’s and then there is either music, coloring, Bible stories, or other activity for about an hour until bedtime. I was really hoping it was music night, but it was Bible stories, so I got to read some stories and hang out with the kids, then go around and tuck some of them in and kiss them all good night! Gosh I love these kids and am so incredibly blessed to be back!

That’s about it for tonight, sorry for writing a book, but there it is for my trip here and my first couple of days! Thank you all for keeping me and this incredible ministry in your prayers!

I am loved.

Put very, very simply. Yes, I am loved. And I am so very grateful.

I wanted to say thank you to everyone who has showered me with love, encouragement, words of wisdom and advice, prayers, and time in these past couple of weeks as I’ve been getting ready to head off on my next big adventure. Well that day is here – and I could not be more thrilled at this opportunity to go back to Uganda and serve the Lord in this way!

Thank you to my friends in Charlottesville – from UVA, the Curry School, my Community Group, and families I babysit for.  Friends who housed me and let me crash on their couches when I moved out of my house. Friends who prayed for me and this trip, for support raising and good community in Uganda. Friends who encouraged me as I finished student teaching and were there with me at graduation.

Thank you to my Portico Church family. I had the chance to speak at Portico last Sunday and am so thankful that God led me to becoming a part of a church body that is so intentional, missionally driven, and supportive. Thank you to everyone who have already sent me emails or spoke with me at church last Sunday! I’m sorry I haven’t been the quickest responder, but I promise that they really mean so much to me! And thank you for your prayers; I am so eager to see how God is going to use me in Uganda, and am blessed that I get to share in that with you all as a church body!

Thank you to amazing and wonderful community in Berryville. I am so grateful for everyone who came out to my grad/going-away party, even to just stop by to say hi and bye. Thank you to everyone who wrote me letters that I get to take with me to Uganda to let me feel a little closer to home. I am so grateful for my friendships here, and being surrounded by people who have loved me and cared for me for most of my life!

Thank you to everyone who has called or texted me over the course of the last week, some of whom I know I didn’t get back to; I’m sorry, I’m sometimes the worst with communication. But my thank you is very sincere. Thank you for taking the time in thinking of me and letting me know. I am so thankful for the phone conversations that I did get to have this week with so many people that I love, who don’t live close, but I am reminded how great those relationships are!

A big thank you to my parents. I have loved the time I have had at home, and as hard as it has been on you to get ready for me to leave for a year, thank you for trusting in the Lord’s plan for me and His sovereignty in calling me to Uganda for this period of my life. I can’t tell you how thankful I am for you both. Thank you for all your love that you continuously shower on Anna, Stephan, and me - we are so very blessed to have parents like you!

Thank you to everyone who is reading this and keeping up with me during my year in Uganda! I will do my best to keep you updated and tell of the awesome things that God is doing! More than anything I am thankful for how He works and how He choses to use someone like me to bring Him glory. Pretty incredible. 

Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good, for His steadfast love endures forever.

Psalm 136:1

The Month of May

I'm sitting in the Charlottesville Airport about to head to Nashville for Summit9 - a conference put on by the Christian Alliance For Orphans (CAFO - look it up), that's about adoptions, foster care, and global initiatives. I'm so excited for this incredible opportunity and can't wait for all that I'm going to learn. I also get to see Emily (she's in the States for about a month for support raising and visiting) and I'm so excited to see her too!

The conference is Thursday and Friday and I have three different breakout sessions to go to each day. Each session had about 10 options that you could go to, and check which ones I get to hear! (You can go to summit9.org to find out more information about each one!)

Thursday Breakout Session I:    Local Families and Churches Caring for Children in international Settings
Thursday Breakout Session II:   Straight Talk from Adult Adoptees
Thursday Breakout Session III:  Special Needs Adoption: Myths vs. Truth

Friday Breakout Session IV:  We Thought It Couldn’t be Done…What Every Church can Do Watching Rwanda
Friday Breakout Session V:   Say Yes to Special Needs
Friday Breakout Session VI:  Navigating School for Special Needs: Homeschooling and in the Public School System

Talk about excitement at what's to come!!

But sitting here at this airport (which I might add I am here way too early for - I've never been to an airport this small), I can't stop thinking that in exactly one month from today I will be sitting at Dulles International Airport. Can't believe all that is going to happen in the next month, but also can't wait. Nashville. Leslie's Wedding. Anna's Prom. Graduation. Being Home. Lots to enjoy and I pray I don't overlook this next month, for the year that's coming. For the month of May I'm here in the States. Slightly all over the place, but here.

So thankful.

Going Back

Yes. I am going back.

My flight is on June 1st.

Yes, very soon.

For about one year. Return date is not set, I bought a one way ticket, as not happy as it made dad:) Don't worry though, I promise I'm coming back!

I'm going to be Ekisa's adoption coordinator, as well as help out with school.

Excited doesn't even begin to cover it.


For those of you who haven't heard my story about coming to go back, here it is in a nut shell! When I was in Uganda last fall, in a conversation with Mom one day, I unintentionally brought up that I felt like God may want me back after graduation. I say "unintentionally" because I didn't think this would be an easy conversation, and honestly I didn't think I wanted to have it continents, and oceans, away. Yet, despite my silly plans, the Lord's were greater and somehow I brought it up (while laying in a hammock on our front porch after the kids were asleep - one of my many favorite memory spots!). Instead of the shoot down that I expected to get, mom replied "Well, Brecklyn, it's not something that your dad and I haven't been praying about." Talk about God's hand clearly in motion laying this plan on their hearts, even prior to me bringing it up! I wanted to cry. At that point I didn't know if coming back was for sure something that would happen, but I definitely felt the desire.

Upon leaving, I talked to Emily and Emily about coming back to help with school and the desires I felt to do this, but above all wanted to ask for their prayers in this, because I didn't want my reasons of wanting to come back to be just the earthly desires of "oh I loved it, of course I want to go back". I was trying to be prayerful in this as well, and seek God's plan in the decisions that I had before me about my future, and wanting to be used wherever I was.

Come February I touched base with them to ask them if they still thought that me coming back was something that they would need, or if I should start looking for jobs here. Em H. emailed me back and said not only would they want me to come back to teach, but also to pilot an Adoption Coordinator position. Again, God works in big ways, and without going into too much detail (I struggle with this anyway haha) His timing was again so perfect and I was overwhelmed with a peace that Uganda was where He wanted me back. This position doesn't exist yet, so the details are a little unknown, but I am so excited to learn, and be able to serve Ekisa, families, and the kids in this way. I will basically be a liaison between the States (U.S. agencies and adoptive parents) and Uganda (the Ugandan gov't and Ekisa). Some responsibilities will include making sure that all necessary paperwork is complete for each child, the adoptive parents have everything in check, and then once they get to Uganda, to essentially be their tour guide as we trek through Jinja and Kampala jumping through all of the necessary hoops.

Like I did last time, I'm planning on keeping up with this blog to share stories, lessons learned, and awesome things that God is going in my life with whoever wants to read! Keep up if you'd like!!

Words

I got home three weeks from today. Wow. What an adventure.

In the process of readjusting here are 515 words that describe/illustrate/remind me/tell the story of my time in Uganda.

Berryville. Virginia. United States. Turkish Airlines. Uganda. Entebbe. Job. Jinja. Ekisa. Home. Three months. Beautiful. Children. Sunshine. Porch.  Lost luggage. Volunteers. Bunk beds. Top bunk. Mosquito net. Cold shower. No pressure. Mammas. School. Emily H. Teaching. Challenging. Progress. Encouraging. Jangu. Tula. Jolly Phonics. Arafat singing. Ants on my arm. "R" for Rachel. Mweru bubble. Art supplies. Donations. Sensory room. "Sa-cool, sa-cool!" Zeke. Joy. Acacia Community Church. Outside. Trees. 1 Peter. Pastor Terry. Mamma Debbie. Not a fan. Luke 9:23. Smart clothes. Town. Craziness. The Keep. Milkshakes. The Source. Chicken guacamole wrap. And Chips. Ozzie's. Cinnamon rolls. Flavours. The Nile Resort. Kingfisher pool. The Gately. Hotel Triangle. Pumpkin-spiced lattes. Krest. Ling Ling's. Uncle Simon. "You've been where?" Post office. PO Box 817. Letters. Packages. Chocolates. Happiness. Pippin. Paul. A pair. Hospitals. Scary. Jaja Sam. Jaja B. Zuena. Sass. Baby Isaac. Joven. Canulas. IVs. Dressing changes. Erika. Awesome. Epilepsy. Grand mal seizures. Medicines. Crises. Water. Susu. Kampala. Capital Shoppers. Kellogg's cereal. Cafe Javas. Matatus. Shillings. Boda bodas. Sabo. Burnt leg. William. Craft market. Necklaces. Paper beads. Bags. Homesick. Hugs. Emily W. Skype. Emails. Phone calls home. Orange. Nokia. Airtime. Hammock. "Auntie, also me." Geckos. Cloudy nights. Bright stars. Colorful sunsets. Rain. Rainbows. Late nights. Early mornings. Early runs. Evening workouts. Kids exercising. Laughter. Seka. Pictures. Yard. Tires. Mats. Meals. Therapy. Walking. Crying. Hard. Perseverance. Climbing trees. Climbing fences. Community kids. Mzungu. Red dirt roads. Potholes. Mud. Motocas. Opposite side. Driving. Rav4. Broken. Funny. New car. New Fridge. Zuena home. Answered prayers. More prayers. God's timing. Sovereignty. Trust. Parents visiting. Kenya. Kampala Coach. Border. Visas. Fifty US dollars. Twelve hours. Nairobi. Karen. Homey. Quiet house. Sleep in. Own room. Hot shower. Baby elephants. Kissed giraffe. Ethiopian food. Backpack. Kijabe. Rift Valley Academy. Green. Mountains. Mt. Longonot. Volcano. Steep. Wild giraffes. Wild zebras. Picturesque views. Acacia trees. Lake Naivasha. Boat. Crescent Island. Hippos. Surgery. Scrubs. Grey's Anatomy. Rosh. Matooke and g-nut. Mukene. Chapati. Rolex. Rice and beans. Lentils. Irish. Cabbage. Greens. Avocados. Pineapples. Central Market. Amber Court. Green beans. Carrots. Christmas (Thanksgiving) in September. Christmas music. Thanksgiving dinner. Turkeys. Friends. Community. Independence Day. Fifty years. Fourteen chickens. Hairy Lemon. Monkeys. Nile River. Relax. Sunbathe. Snake. Cows. Goats. Chickens. Messes. Dirt. Baths. Pajama time. Favorite. Dance Parties. Drums. Walter. Rockstar. Jason. Pastor. Isaac. Hilarious. Stories. Sula bulungi. Bedtime kisses. Nkwagala nnyo. Halloween. Costumes/fancy dress. Sick. Bobbing for apples. Carved watermelons. Trick-or-treating. Adorable. Birthday parties. Ditte. Tea party. Dress-up. Princesses. Movies outside. Projector. Popcorn. Chocolate cakes. Reese's cups. Supermarket. The dairy. Frozen milk. Worship nights. Uncle Benji. Bible study. 2 Corinthians. Two Friends. The Black Lantern. Game nights. Wii. "Sorry, Sam."Too Small to Ignore. Eternal perspective. Adoption. Necessary. Corrupt. Hard to change. Passion. Chris Tomblin. Louie Giglio. Thirty thousand people. Incredible. Special Olympics. Egg toss. Three-legged race. Encouragement night. Australian pampering. Teams. Chaotic. Community care families. Samuel. Olga. Mamma Night.

Twenty-six beautiful children who called me "Auntie B".

Baby Isaac. Natasha. Daniel. Elijah. Jonah. Misach. Amy. Josh. Baby Grace. Mweru. Fiona. Zak. Zeke. Isaac. Paul. Arafat. Zuena. Debra. Rachel. Razia. Jamil. Jason. Walter. Sam. Ditte. Jane.

Life Changed.