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If you read my blog post "It's been a long six months" then, like me, you were expecting me to remain in Jacksonville caring for Cindy during her chemotherapy. She is more than half-way done with that treatment regimen, and has been told side-effects will not get any worse than they already are. So far, they pretty much include alopecia and fatigue only. While she loves having me home to cook and clean and wait on her when she is tired, she admits that my services would be better placed in Uganda. So she is sending me away!

Of course, Cindy excusing me from domestic servitude rang like a starting pistol in my ears. Within two hours I had already secured my airline ticket and travel visa. I leave Saturday so I will arrive in time for Easter break. While packing and mentally preparing for the journey to the other side of the world, it occurred to me how very little I had accomplished while in Florida. Sure, our team bought land, and we helped make it happen from here. Both our cars gave up their ghosts and I managed to secure reliable transportation for Cindy. We got a first draft of our building project submitted to building engineers, but that is where it stops. I spent so much time between the kitchen and sitting room for Cindy that we failed to get around to many of the groups that count on us to update them in person. I hope to make a more deliberate effort toward that end on the next visit to the States.

Pray for us!

Cindy has a line-up of great friends to ferry her to her last two chemo infusions, and our bio-kids are on deck for table-waiting if necessary. Cindy gets cautious on days 5-15 after a treatment, when her white blood cell counts are lowest and she is most susceptible to infection, so she limits her exposure to crowds and wears a mask anytime she must go out. She will be returning to work at the American Cancer Society, where she serves as coordinator for the Hope Lodge, a temporary home for out-of-town cancer patients receiving treatment here in Jacksonville.

I am throwing together everything on my list of "Wish I had in Uganda" and trying to pack it all into two airline approved bags. We shot up to Memphis to greet family one last time before launching for what may be most of the year. We are doing this with little more than the price of another plane ticket in the bank, so pray for funding miracles while I continue the process of tax exemption in Uganda, filing our NGO, seeking work permits for both Cindy and me, and planting the surveying stakes for our new pavilion. (See "Building is next!" for details about that project.

It has been a while since I said so, but we pray for those of you following along with us, praying for, and supporting us. If you are reading this, then we are praying for you. If you never have before, we would love it if you would fill out our Getting to Know You survey so we can know more about who it is we are blessing.

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On the same day Cindy and I arrived in Uganda this January, there was a horrific bus crash that rattled the senses of everyone in Uganda with a radio or newspaper. We were mortified to learn that our friend and neighbor, Morris, his wife Beatrice, and their four-year-old son were in that bus when it crashed outside Kamdini. Beatrice and fifteen others were killed instantly. His son would die two days later in the hospital.

Photo credit Monitor.co.ug

Morris had his legs crushed and was in critical condition for weeks. His wife's sister, Brenda, stayed with us while she was on holiday from her boarding school because she has no other family. Morris is the kind of guy who was always looking for ways to help us out, offering to wash our car or go to town for us. Now he was in St. Mary's Hospital at Lacor, fighting for his life. We could do little but visit and pray, but prayer is the greatest thing anyone can do. Isn't it?

Abeja Beatrice, Morris' late wife

Morris was discharged from the hospital shortly before I left Uganda this month. While he was in the hospital, someone burglarized his house and took everything. This man has lost everything in his life, but he remains as faithful as Job. I stopped in for one last visit as I was driving out of town headed for the airport. He was sitting outside his house across the street from ours, repairing a phone for someone in need. He was so encouraging! I went there to bless him, but he blessed me and my journey and smiled as he said, "I have lost everything, but I am believing everything will be okay."

Yesterday, Morris sent me this photo of him leading worship at his church. Can you share with me a "Hallelujah"?

Last year, Morris asked me for a specific keyboard, which he could not get in Uganda, but which was available for $250 in the US and would cost us another $200 to carry over on a plane. I repeatedly told him, "I cannot afford to bring this back from the USA," but he insisted, "I believe that God will make a way." Today I am convicted to ask you who follow and pray for us if you might be interested in helping to make Morris' dream come true. Contact us to find out how to contribute to that end or visit our "contribute" page.

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The last time I wrote I hinted at some big news concerning our sponsored sonography-certified clinical officer, Oyella Jenifer. The news is that, with the help of TLCU and you who support us, she was able to open an ultrasound diagnostic clinic. The clinic, situated in Kamdini, not far south of us, has the full approval of the local health authorities and doubles as a medical dispensary, so she can do malaria tests and treatments as well. She secured a residence across the street from her clinic and goes to church next door, so her life is nicely contained within walking distance.

The name of the clinic is Walegu Diagnostics. Walegu is Acholi Luo for "Let us pray." Everything Jenifer is doing as a sole proprietor of her new clinic is bathed in prayer, and every service is for the glory of God and to extend abundant life to her clients. We are so excited for and proud of Jenifer!

On a recent trip, my passengers, who were mostly Jenifer's former work associates, and I stopped to visit. When her friends discovered she was pregnant, they insisted on trying out the new equipment to see Jenifer's baby. Everyone was excited and we even assisted in getting her husband a job at another sonography clinic in the capital. In this culture, often the mom and dad do not live in the same city. They have to go where the jobs are.

Walegu! (Wah lay' goo) Let us pray for Jenifer, her baby, and her new hubby, that they are blessed to be a blessing to God's children here in Uganda.

Check out a video tour of the first days in the new place.

Here is an updated look at the clinic with its furnishings.