God gave us an incredible opportunity to experience a life that was not our own. A life that challenged us to our core and made us reevaluate our priorities. Where are we to spend our time and our resources? What is important? Who is important?

One specific incident that rocked me to the core was when the ladies on our team were asked to prepare a message for about 25 women in a vocational school on the YWAM base. I didn't have a clue what to speak about. But

Have you ever woken up to find ants have eaten through your mosquito net and are now crawling all over you? Or have you lathered your hair with shampoo while in a shower to find that the water tank has just run dry?

"OK ladies line up. OK, we are in class. Repeat after me. 'Jesus loves me'." Walking towards our home I see seven Ugandan girls five years and older following ALL of Esperanza's instructions.

As soon as I’d be done Esperanza would point to the next person and say “pray for that person mama”. So off I’d go to the next bed. We prayed for about 15 patients. Every person was so inviting and hungry for prayer. Some of the wounds were horrific. Bones protruding from the skin, facial and body burns, and large infected areas too ghastly for description.

As I sit praying and holding cold rags to the bottom of my 102 (F) son's feet I can't help but feel the pain of many of the African mothers.

4:00 AM, in a distance I can hear drums beating and chants yelling. The morning ritual. Not exactly sure what village near by does this but I've heard it every morning since we have been in Arua.

The rustle in the bushes made my heart skip a beat as I trotted along to dump my garbage. They had just finished telling us to avoid all long grass because this is where the black mamba's and cobra's liked to hang out.