I’m learning something about the differences between Ugandan children and American children.
Ugandan kids know that being able to go to school is a privilege. Being educated is an honor that not everyone gets to achieve. So they study hard, set big goals and work diligently toward meeting them.
American kids –granted, not ALL of them– but most have a more casual attitude toward school. It’s mandatory, so they see it as more of a burden than a gift. Too many muddle their way all the way through high school, even college, with no real direction or idea of what they ultimately want to do with their lives.
Reason number seven that I love my girl: she’s Ugandan, through and through. She loves school, loves to learn and plans to become a doctor someday.
She said that she wants to use her life to help others in need, because she wants to show God her deep gratitude for making her dream of a family come true.
How can you not love that?
I’m always drawn to paintings of roads, paths, meandering brooks — I love art that represents this idea of having a place to go, art that draws you in and makes you wish you could jump into it and see what’s around the bend.
I painted the original of this print from a photo my husband took while hiking in Scotland. It hangs over our fireplace in the dining room, a reminder that life is a journey that God has graciously placed before us and all He asks us to do is follow him.
I pray that my Pearl will always follow the paths and dreams that God has laid before her. It sounds like she’s pretty determined to do so.
Wow, what a blessing to be the mom who gets to walk along beside her!