For our third and final year, there were so many gifts alongside the burn of cross cultural living in a place of physical poverty.  At the beginning of the year, our friends came with their children…

Year two in Uganda was living the paradox.  My teammate, Leslie and I would often comment how we never got the honeymoon of living in a foreign country.  We experienced deep culture shock on the drive from the airport to our adopted home and didn't quite shake it until year three…

Part two continued... this will be longer than my usual posts, but hopefully tell the story…

Part of why my husband and I married is because we both had a desire to serve the poor.  He was pre-medical training and I was a giant fan of medical missions…