This picture was taken near Kampala, Uganda at the Dorcas Children's Home in May of 2008. During that month, I played soccer, sang, ate the best mangoes of my life, filled an entire journal, showered twice a week, made new friends, cooked with more vegetable oil than I consume annually in the States, and taught teens about American dating practices. That May was one of the worst and best months of my short life. But saying goodbye was the hardest part. I cried the entire matatu ride to the airport; I didn't want to leave and knew I might never go back.
It's been almost three years since that trip. The kids are growing into young men and women; Uganda's next teachers, artists, doctors, leaders. And after everything they've seen and experienced, they are joyful and believe they can do anything. They form a true family with a deep love for one another, and out of that community will come incredible things.
I am blessed to be a part of this story. And even after a few years, the kids aren't that far away. Maybe physically, but they will always be in my heart. The restoration here is beautiful. If this isn't the heart of the kingdom, I'm not sure where it is. Check out the full story here: http://www.haloworldwide.org/halo-homes/bukessa and http://www.bukessafamily.org/bukessafamily.org/Welcome.html
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