act ten is the story of when i went to uganda, it showcases the people we met, the places we went and the memories that we formed.
here are some pictures of the place.
african flora.
scary storms.
nile sunsets.
kabale schools.
endless roads.
the nile.
kampala sunsets.
kabale rooftops.
lake bunyonyi.
the forest.
act ten is the story of when i went to uganda, it showcases the people we met, the places we went and the memories that we formed.
here are some of the people who have changed my life.
This guy is the man, he was our tour guide who kept us safe from harm, but he was more than that. Everything he does glorifies God. I remember waking up some mornings and having breakfast, and no matter what he would always work the conversation around to about how good God is. Another strong memory was when he did a devotion one night, everyone in the room was dead silent and no one left the room without being challenged and without goosebumps. This is a man who proved that living a life friends with God is not supposed to be boring.
This is Bryan Bob he is a little crazy munchkin. I think i played tiggy with him for like a total of 4 hours or something ridiculous. But what was most amazing was he ability to take 1500 photos in 10 minutes, i spent like 30 minutes deleting photo that night. I will always remember this boy and i can’t wait to go back and see him again. Oh and, when i returned to Australia i was going through all my stuff and i found a note that he and snuck into my camera back which said. I’m Bryan Bob and I love you.
This is Andrew, he is apart of an all boys foster home run by a Canadian couple. As soon as I met this kid he would not let go of my hand (unless he was playing football of course). He took me into his room, which he shared with three other boys he slept on the top bunk which he said was better – I could not believe how much they cherished what little they had. A group of us went down to the local football field, we were playing muzungu (white people) vs. machigas (black people). By this time Andrew was saying that I was his sister in Christ and that i would have to play on the Machiga team. We won. The next day when we saw the boys, Andrew gave me a number of necklaces – he told me that he had gone home that afternoon and made them just for his sister. Andrew had lived a hard life, something that i could not comprehend or even imagine. But to see him then, a boy who loves Jesus and loves life that is something that i will always remember.
I have an obsession with good things. If something is not good then why should you be obsessed with it. I have an obsession with collecting good things. If it is good then why only have one. That may sound quite self-centred and even more materialistic – but it sure is fun. Im addicted to my collections of good things – it’s an obsession.
IT'S AN OBSESSION 