HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS

You are invited to sit by the fire and share a cup of tea with me. Since you can't be here in person, use your imagination. Visualize us as we sip our tea and recall all the joyful memories of our friendship. Ah... now isn't that nice?

They say "Home is where the heart is" .Of late I would have had to say that was Uganda. But recently I was gifted with a sense that I am, indeed, home again. It has been a long time coming as I set foot on Arkansas soil early April and have yearned to go home to Uganda's Call day and night since then.
----I still miss Baby Michael and the children from the AIDS Orphan Program,as well as the many new friends I made while serving as a Lay Mission Helper for 3+ years but the ache has lessened ,to be replaced with glorious memories and hopes for a future as a medical missionary in Africa or wherever I can be of service.

Today is tues. the first of Feb and my night to work at Laney's, but the weather is a bit inclement (though not anywhere as threatening as in many of the places my friends reside). So, as Laney's family lives on a very remote dirt road, I will not be heading that way . Instead, I get to spend a lovely 36 hours nestled in the warmth of my own cozy home. Thanks to friend Carol Balderee and crew, I, indeed, had an inviting home to return to, but because my job with Pop Watson is a live in position, I rarely get to spend the night. But tonight is a gift from the Ice Storm gods and I am enjoying every minute of it.

It is raining icicles outside and the sound on the tin roof of my new storage shed (thank you George of "Let George Do It") makes me feel as if I am in Uganda again. Lovely sound, but one best listened to from a cozy warm home

I was feeling a bit guilty for not going to Laney's to work tonight, then I went outside to get something from the car and not only slipped on the ice but the car doors were frozen shut. Ah.... home sweet home!!!