Hospital visits and the loss of a baby.

Hey everyone.

It has been an eventful week for us here in Uganda.
I guess we were not finished with dealing with sickness, this time Ethan was the one to get hit hard.

All day Saturday he was not himself, he was very grizzly and he refused to eat any food, and he was not breastfeeding. His temperature was going up through the day to around 37.8, but we managed to cool him down again by keeping him naked (it is very hot here anyway)
By night time he was still feeling hot so we tried to give him a dose of baby panadol that we keep here, only to have him throw it all up (along with his dinner of pumpkin which was his only food for the day)

We kept a watchful eye on him during the night, and again he started burning up to around 38.1 during the night. We managed to give him some panadol at around 1 am and he cooled down. But again by morning he was still hot, so we made the call to not mess around and take him to the hospital just to check if he was ok.

On Sunday's our hospital that we go to usually only has a small staff working, as most of the main doctors are away for the weekend.
When we took Ethan in and they measured Ethan's temperature there, he had gone right up to 39. The doctors didn't waste anytime, and we realized it was more serious then we thought when they put all the other patients on hold, and called another doctor to come to the hospital to deal with Ethan, who he said on the phone "was a very sick baby, and this is an emergency".
Straight away they put cool towels on him, and they put a suppository up his bum, of what I suspect was perhaps some sort of paracetamol to cool his temp down.

It took a long time to get the cannula into Ethan's veins (the tube that is placed into someones veins so that an IV drip, or medicine can be put into the body)
It took them four times before they finally got it in, because babies are a bit difficult when it comes to getting the needle directly into a vein.
During this time I had to hold Ethan down tightly while he screamed, and three doctors worked on him.
Agnes couldn't handle watching it so she had to leave the room. Some jobs are for daddy to do.

They got the blood tests back and Ethan had a strong dose of malaria. His body was also racked with quite a serious bacterial infection (which the doctor was actually more worried about then the malaria)
He was also anemic.

So that meant we were in the hospital for three full days and two nights. During this time Ethan was put on a drip and given lots of medicine.
It was exhausting for us, because Ethan is at that age where he wants to crawl everywhere and grab everything. And so trying to keep him from ripping the cannula out of his foot was quite tiring.

His fever peaked during Sunday night, and he was in a bad way again (even while being on the drip and on medication)
The doctor ordered another suppository, because they were worried about Ethan going into convulsions because of the high temperature.
We certainly didn't sleep much that night, about 2 hours or so. It was very helpful to have Agnes' sisters around who are great with Ethan, and who Ethan loves very much, so we could have a break during the day.

We were discharged on Tuesday evening, very tired and happy to go home and shower and rest.
Ethan is still on strong medication (all oral medicines) for at least a week. But he doesn't have to be in the hospital getting injections. We are just to watch him and make sure he keeps eating and his temperature doesn't go back up.

We know lots of people have been praying for us, and One Hope church sent out a prayer request, and we thank you all.
It was a bit of a scary thing, and rather serious from what the doctor told us. But Ethan responded very positively to all the medicine, and by God's providence his little body is well on its way to healing.

On his way up in this last picture (but still having heavy eyes)

Last Thursday morning we were woken up very early by our local pastor here (around 6 am) seeing this pastor calling this early in the morning I already knew something must have happened.

A young married couple that Agnes and I are friends with, and who are quite known in the HB community, had given birth to their first child on Tuesday morning.

Pastor George had called to let us know the baby had died during the night on Thursday.
Agnes and I had no idea the baby was sick, we were even planning to visit the baby that day.

It is devastating news that rocked the whole community.

From what it sounds like, the baby perhaps died of dehydration or overheating. He was not feeding, had dierreah and a high temperature.

I don't want to go too much into the cause of the death, and say too much out of respect for the people around here that we know (and that many of you reading this blog know)
But Agnes and I feel so heartbroken ... this is a death that could of been avoided. A mixture of terrible advice given to the parents, a lack of understanding on the seriousness of the situation, and a lack of money, or being able to borrow money from people, to take the baby to the hospital, are all thrown into the mix.

All in all, it seems that this death could of been avoided.

The parents are so shattered, and I can't imagine the pain they are going through.

Agnes and I went up to their house at 6.30 in the morning (after the phone call)
I will never forgot that scene. Aggie and I were a part of a handful of the first people to arrive. About 6 of us just sat in their small house with the baby's body laid in the middle, and the mother wept while we all just sat quietly.

I remember the baby looking as if it was a very healthy baby. He didn't look dead, almost peaceful, like a sleeping baby, like he would stir or wake up any second.

The father, who I am friends with, was sitting behind his house by himself, with tears rolling down his cheeks and calmly looking into the horizon he was repeating to me that he knew that the baby was sick, and he had wanted to take the baby to the hospital.

I will never forget that scene. Over the next hour the front garden of this house swelled with local people from the community.
The way people deal with grief here is something that really touches me.
So many people come, and they just sit in silence. That is all. They don't talk or try and give advice or words of comfort.

They just come and sit with the people grieving. They sometimes sit for hours (and even days) in silence, often crying alongside the ones grieving. 

The local community here have a strong faith in the Lord, and the parents, although in incredible pain, have expressed how they put their trust in God.

It is hard to ask the question of 'why?' in such situations. Pain and suffering are real. You live long enough in this world .. your heart will bleed.

And yet taking God away from the equation, because of the 'why?' question, doesn't seem to give people any more comfort.

I find that people who can navigate through suffering very strongly, are people who stand on the foundation of a belief in a sovereign loving God.

As I once heard John Piper quote in a sermon 'Through the deepest possible pain, God is enough. God is enough. He is good. He will take care of us. He will satisfy us. He will get us through this. He is our treasure. Whom have I in heaven but you, and on earth there is nothing that I desire besides you. My flesh and my heart and my little child may fail, but you are the strength of my heart and my portion forever '

I have seen this lived out in the lives of people grieving here. Who put all their trust in God, even through the storms of life.
I read a quote on the internet that very day that was moving. It was a quote by the early church. When an infant had died the early church used to say "He passed through this world, without ever being touched by sin, straight into the arms of the Lord"

We have hope that this life is not all that there is. That one day all things will be made new and all sad things made untrue, for those who have faith and belief in the Lord.

So we go through the pain and the storms of life, when people we know and love are taken away from us. But we are anchored in God, who cannot be taken away from us.

Once again we thank all of you who have been praying for us. We love all of you and we thank you for your support.

Empower

Hey everyone, sorry for the delay in writing an update.

Since I last wrote my previous blog we have all pretty much recovered from the sickness we were all feeling.
Except for Ethan getting a nasty rash that has lasted three weeks, we are all feeling on top of it.

If you read my last blog I talked about a few people with serious illnesses.
Thank God that Esther, the women with cancer in her arm, managed to get more medical help, and hopefully will make a recovery.

The young baby that was put on oxygen has also now been discharged from the hospital and is doing better.
Thank you for your prayers.

We recently ran an empower trauma rehabilitation program with our tailoring girls.
It was an interest time, and full of both joys and challenges.
All of the young women expressed how helpful it was for them to be able to share their stories. Many of them forgave people in their life that they had been holding anger towards.
We also had a few of them wanting to surrender their lives to Christ.

The challenging part about empower was the fact that it is very difficult to help someone heal from trauma, when the situation they are in right now is incredibly traumatic.
Without giving away their personal stories, we have some girls that are in rather dangerous, abusive living conditions.
It raises a bunch of questions for us, in what is our role, how do we best support these girls and do we take any action.
Please pray for the young women, for their home lives, for protection, and for wisdom for how we deal with them.

So just a short update for now! It feels like the rains have kicked in, thunder storms all morning and it has not stopped raining yet!
That usually mean lots of power outages as well though!

More sickness and observing suffering and death.

Hey everyone.

I guess we have still had a sick household here at YSU over the last few weeks.
Since I wrote my last blog I talked about how Aggie's back was in a bad shape, and how I had malaria and tonsillitis.

A few weeks back we ended up taking Ethan to the hospital at about 8 pm because he had a very high temperature and he was clearly distressed.
The nurses really struggled to find a vein to take blood from Ethan, so they actually got the Turkish manager of the hospital to come and get the blood (he seemed to be the one who knew how to get blood from a baby the best)
It was a bit of an uncomfortable experience, as it took about 10 minutes of getting enough blood from Ethan (they took it from his foot) and as he was screaming and kicking, I had to pin him down and hold him still .. Which Ethan hates.
Ethan ended up having the same infection in his throat that I had, and so he was put on lots of medicine in syrup form.

After a week or so of recovery I actually ended up getting an incredible amount of pain in my right chest and back.
I could tell the pain was deep inside, and it felt like my lung. So last Wednesday I ended up going back to the hospital (my second home by now ... all the doctors know us by name)
The lining of my lung was inflamed, and so whenever I breathed in or twisted my body, the lung was pushing against this inflammation and causing a lot of pain.
So back on strong med's and told to rest.

That night I was awoken around 2 am to banging on my door from Beatrice (Farouk and Beatrice live in the same house as us with their children).
I could hear her crying, and also Farouk asking for my help. In my medded up state I was quite confused and got dressed and ran to their room to find Meshach having a seizure in Farouk's arms.

So here is another reason why the new car, which people back in Australia bought for us, has come in handy.
We were able to race Meshach to the emergency section of the hospital in town in the middle of the night.
His temperature was at 40 which caused the seizure, and so he had a suppository put in him straight away to bring the temp down.
They tried many times to get blood from him, but the night duty nurse was really struggling and they could not get any blood from his veins.
He ended up getting pierced with a needle about five times ... and this is Meshach's worse nightmare.
In the car he had been completely out of it and his eyes had been rolling in the back of his head. But by the time they had brought the fever down and tried to take his blood, it took three of us men to pin him down to give him an injection of antibiotics in the bum! The boy certainly knows how to resist a needle.

Meshach ended up spending two nights in the hospital because he had a very strong infection. That infection caused the high fever which in turn caused the convulsions.
It was quite a scary ordeal, and if we had not taken him to the hospital during the night, the sickness could of killed him.
Meshach is such a small boy as well, only 12 kilos at 3 years, so he seems to really get knocked down when he gets sick.

Farouk and I were actually meditating on how God works. Before I got sick with my lung problem, Farouk and I had been organizing to go away camping for that Wednesday night (the night Meshach got sick)
But due to my sickness I had to cancel those plans. As a result Farouk and I were around to rush Meshach to the hospital.
It could of been a lot worse if we were not around when it had happened.
Some people may simply choose to see that as coincidence, or maybe luck. We choose to see it as God's hand.

There has actually been a number of stories and experiences I have had over the last few days that still bring the reality of death and suffering close to my mind.

While in the hospital the next day to check on Meshach, an old pastor was rushed into the hospital in a critical condition.
We were actually in the next room and we could hear the doctors frantically working on him, and the sound of the heart monitor.  We heard the heart beat stop on the monitor, and then the wailing of a woman in grief echoed down the hospital corridors.
It is interesting to note the difference in the culture here. While the sick man was being worked on, the hospital filled up with family, friends and people from the pastors church. They were all waiting around seeing what would be the result.
After the man passed away, the hospital was full of almost 100 people, wailing and grieving and praying.
It was a sombering experience to sit there and watch it all.
Farouk I discussed how there is no escaping death in the end.

In the end all of us will face death.
The only thing we can really do is prepare our soul to meet it's maker. Have you?

In church yesterday a poor young widow who is a member of the church, pleaded with the congregation for help.
She had recently had her arm amputated due to cancer, but the doctors were now saying they needed to take off more of the arm because the cancer had not been fully removed.
The government hospital here said they were refusing to work on her because she did not have the 50,000 that they were demanding (about $20)
The woman had absolutely no money, so she had sold her only bed for about 20,000 ($8) to try and raise some, but she was still 30,000 short.

What a desperate condition to be in.

I was then moved by this woman, when during the offering for the church she was the first one up to place a small amount of money in the offering basket.
It reminded me of the story in the bible of the poor widow who gives a small amount of money (all that she owns) in the form of a single coin.

Let that be a lesson to us in wealthy nations.

Of course, everything in me wanted to get up and reassure the woman and give her some money and help her out and let it be done.
But I actually felt moved to wait, I wanted to see the church body come around and support her. It could be easy for me to just give the money and let it be done with, but I may be stepping in the way of a God given chance for the church to be a blessing to this woman, and in turn be blessed back by God.

Sure enough our pastor got up and called for the church to do whatever they could for the woman. And so people got up and placed the small amounts of money that they had, in a basket to help her.
Aggie and I knew that we would help top the bill (we are in fact the wealthiest people in that church) but it was moving to see the people in the church, who are also very poor, coming together to help each other.
In the end the remaining 30,000 was collected by the members of the church, and this woman will now be able to get her operation.

Aggie and I did make a decision that we will get her a new bed, since she had to sell her old one.

It was a beautiful reminder that the poor do not always have to rely on the rich from wealthy nations. That they are not totally helpless, and that the body of Christ can always come together to help each other, even if that particular body is very poor.

The desperation that people feel, and the reality of their situation still hits you though.
And another reminder of the pain people go through was about to come.

Near the end of the service another woman from the church who we know, came rushing to talk to the pastor. She had left her baby, who is only a few months old, in the government children's hospital, to ask for help from the congregation.
The child is in a critical condition and needs to be placed on oxygen.
It can be so frustrating here in Uganda, in a government hospital were things are meant to be free, they were still refusing to treat the baby until some money had been paid.

When we inquired what was wrong with the baby, they couldn't say. Another aspect of government hospitals here is that they just treat you without giving you a diagnosis, or I should say the doctors know what is wrong with you, but they don't have the time to explain that to you ... only to treat you.
Often the dignity of the patient is not thought of, there is no thought to explain their condition to them, or to even explain the treatment they will be getting.

Aggie and I were able to contribute something to help the situation because everyone in the church had just used up their money to help the woman with the amputated arm. Our pastor told us this morning that as soon as they reached the hospital and were able to pay for treatment, the doctors started working on the child.
There is still a high chance that the baby will die.

All of these events and stories just help to remind me of the fragility of life. Suffering and death is real.
We may try to paint a picture of living happy adventurous lives on social media, but the reality is we will all go through suffering, we will all see people we love die, and we will all die ourselves. It is not just the poor in other countries, but all of us.
And so I reflect on my life and all that is given to me. Yes the Lord gives and he takes away, but through it all we can praise Him because of the great promises of hope He gives us. And because He Himself entered into our suffering and chose to identify with us.

I am thankful and grateful of so many things. Things that I recognize are not my right! but purely grace.
I am thankful to have access to money and a support system in Australia who would always help my family and I if we were in need. I am grateful for educated human minds who create modern medicine to treat diseases that would of killed us a few hundred years ago.
If I was living a hundred years ago I am sure my family and I would be dead 10 x over.
What right of it was mine to be born into an era of sophisticated modern medicine?
I am grateful for access to that modern medicine and that my family and I are supported enough to get good medical treatment.
I am grateful for a car, so if there is an emergency late in the night I can easily rush to the hospital.
I am grateful for my life, for my health and for my families health.
I am grateful for the local church here, who can come around a sick woman and help raise money for her treatment.
I am grateful for getting sick, so that I was around to help drive Meshach to the hospital on Wednesday night.
I am grateful for the poor, who continue to inspire me with their tremendous acts of faith, courage and love.
I am grateful for a sovereign God, who works all things for the good of those who love Him, even if we cannot understand what He is exactly doing during our moments of pain.
And I am grateful for salvation, that purchases for us access to God and His kingdom. For the hope of the new heavens and a new earth, where every tear will be wiped away in the presence of God.




YSU:
I know I have not given much of an update on YSU, so here is a short one. We are doing well with our tailoring girls, they continue to be committed and love learning. Our house is always full of young men who we are discipling (especially with the holidays on) and we love sharing our lives with these young men.
We are preparing for an empower trauma rehabilitation program with the tailoring girls next week, so please pray for that.
Ethan will also be going for his dependent visa this month, so we also pray for smooth interactions with the immigration officers who will make the call.
Thanks everyone and God bless.

Sickness

So we are a month in to our time back in Uganda and our house hold has been whacked with a serious case of sickness.

Agnes has done some damage to her back, she has a compressed spine, where her vertebrae are compressed against each other pinching the nerves. This has caused her serious pain, often her back will lock up and then she is totally immobile.
The doctor is a bit concerned about it because if it gets any worse she may need surgery on her back.
So we have gotten a new orthopedic mattress for Aggie to sleep on, anything to try and help the situation.

Last Saturday night I started experiencing a strong fever and headache, so after a sleepless night I went to the hospital and got tested positive for malaria.
It has really knocked me around a lot, especially because I had a bad case of the flu to go along with it.

We have been pretty miserable actually, and it has been a struggle to take care of each other and also to take care of Ethan.

Aggie cannot lift Ethan up out of his bed to feed him during the night, so I have had to be doing it. But this is happening while I am shivering and sweating and almost passing out from an incredibly strong fever.

It has been a few days now, and although my fever has reduced and the headaches are gone, my throat has been so sore. It has gotten to the point where I can't eat or even drink water because it is too painful to swallow.
So back to the hospital this morning, and sure enough I have a strong infection in my tonsils/throat.
So more medication and more rest. But at least the malaria is gone.

Please pray for us as we are struggling to do our work here at the moment, we both feel totally immobile at times.
Thankfully Agnes' brother and our maid Zaina have been helping to take care of Ethan, which has relieved us a bit.

Otherwise we are just waiting for our strength to come back to us so we can continue our work.
We continue to run devotions and classes, as well as discipleship for the young people here.

We have started taking youth (mainly from the Village of Hope) in pairs of two's, to come and share dinner with us every week.
We often do all our work through programs and set classes, but I have always been convicted of the idea of bringing the young people into our house, to share a meal with us so they can see how Aggie, myself and Ethan operate as a family.
We feel like this is an important aspect of discipleship. And the Christian virtue of hospitality is something not to be missed and forgotten.
We hope we can also be an example to the young people on how a family can love each other and sit together around the dinner table and share a meal and pray together and read the scriptures together (you would be surprised how much this is lacking in families and marriages here)
I think inviting young people into our homes, to help them grow, and to try our best to be a good example for them, will hopefully have a positive impact on them.

We have also been enjoying our car, as I said in my last post, it certainly makes life much easier here (especially when we are sick and need so many doctors visits)

There is not too much more to write about for now, and I feel my medication kicking in which means I will need to lie down soon.

Please keep us in your prayers.

God bless

Back in Uganda

So we are back in Uganda, and settling in.

The flight over was pretty rough! Ethan was very restless, and so Agnes and I barely got any sleep (about two hours within 24 hours or so)
By the time we were in the car heading to Wairaka, we were all exhausted. Ethan had even stopped crying and was just whimpering.

The big trip was hard on Ethan, and for a few days after he was very unsettled. The change of environment and perhaps the jet lag had him very grumpy for the next few days.

But he has settled right in now, we have a routine going for him, and he is finally sleeping well through the night. All our friends and family have been very happy to see him as well.

Coming back here it was great to see things running smoothly. Our YSU team really worked well together in our absence, and there was nothing in particular that we had to address or fix.

The chicken project ran by Farouk has been making some small profit, and the tailoring class has been running well, with all girls participating and improving in their skills greatly.

We were also very blessed to start driving our new car. To be honest, I don’t think I have ever been to town so many times over the course of a week! This is because in the past, if we needed something from town, we would have to wait for our big shop at the start of the month (where we could pay for a personal taxi) or wait a few days for a list of needs to accumulate before we take public transport in (which can sometimes take over an hour to just get into town and back).

We also managed to purchase a small car seat for Ethan so he is nice and safe.

I do have to say, driving in Uganda can be stressful. Not only do you have to make sure you are always doing the right thing … your eyes need to be on everyone else (motorbikes, pedestrians, cars, trucks, busses) to make sure THEY are going to do the right thing.
Already I am sure, I could have killed a few people if I was distracted … largely because pedestrians are so lax and careless when crossing the road .. They just walk out in front of you, or take their time to stroll across the highway.

Pray for us, and pray for me, that I will always be alert on the road. To be honest, I am not worried about being hit by another car, but rather myself hitting a motor bike or a pedestrian who carelessly crosses in front of me.
I tend to drive rather slowly here, my thoughts are that I’d rather arrive safe with no accidents, then rush to get somewhere.

We have started organizing a bit of schedule to get back into things here. I will be doing lots of personal training stuff with the leaders, and with the young men.

Agnes will continue to work with the young women here as well. We were again reminded of the massive need here, a week upon arrival back home.

One of our old tailoring girls, whose name is Rose, recently had a loss in her family with her auntie dying while giving birth from home. Uganda has a very high birth mortality rate, and a lot of people give birth from home without thought about how they would get to a hospital if something went wrong.

Fortunately the little baby survived, but no one in the family wanted to care for it. This new born child was abandoned by everyone, including the father of the child who said he had no way, or idea, to care for the baby.

Rose, who is a struggling single mother herself, offered to be this child’s mother there and then on the spot.
Rose has always had a kind heart for helping others, and we told her that God will greatly reward her for such a compassionate act.

In her ignorance though, she had been feeding the baby cow’s milk, mixed with sugar and glucose. Again this is because people just have no source of education in these matters, and she was doing the best she could with what she had.

It was the other day she came to us for advice, when the baby was one week old. We quickly rushed to town (again this is another reason why the car is so helpful) to buy baby formula and some other needs for the baby.

We told her we would help her and support her where we could, and she was very much relieved and thankful for the new advice. She really wants to do what she can to help this little baby.

Please pray for the baby his name is Eric, he is very small, but we were positive with the way he was responding. He was feeding from a bottle very well, and his eyes were quite active and looked a bit lively.

This is just the usual for us in Uganda, we hear stories like this all the time. It makes us particularly eager to join in some training in November based around a biblical understanding of marriage, sex, reproduction, family and health. This is health education in reproduction, with a holistic spiritual world view.

This training will help us greatly with dealing with such circumstances, and to help educate those effected.

Again, we thank everyone who has stood with us as we continue to work in this community in Uganda.

We look forward to the year ahead, as we continue to try and reach the youth here with the love of Christ.

God bless

Back to Uganda!

Hello everyone!

Sorry for the long break away from my blog. The last two months has been a refreshing time of catching up with friends and family here in Australia.
Agnes and I had a great time in Australia, especially visiting our church community and spending time with the people we love in Australia.

Although it has been getting cold, I have also enjoyed getting out in the water for a surf as well!!

My whole family has had a great time with Ethan in the house, but there may be a few broken hearts on Tuesday night when we leave to go back to Uganda.
We were also blessed to have Ethan baptized at our family church at One Hope while we have been here in Australia.

We have also had the chance to catch up with sponsors, supporters and donors, as well as evaluate our plans for the next year on the ground.

Agnes and I are very excited about returning to Uganda to get stuck into the work over there.

While we have been away, we have had a great leadership team running YSU. Agnes brother Dauglas has been so valuable to us, as he managed the project in Uganda.

When we return we look forward to investing more into the tailoring girls, including the running of an empower trauma rehabilitation program.
We also want to continue our relational discipleship and mentorship with the young men and women in Uganda.

This includes inviting young people into our house, so we can invest in them, and so they can also see a family dynamic that hopefully reflects what God desires for family to be.
We are well aware of the many broken homes and families that people come from, and the young people who have witnessed marriages full of brokenness and abuse.
And although Aggie and I never claim to be a perfect family, we recognize the level of stability and love that we can show to young people. We always pray that God will use our marriage and family to be a light for the world

We also are excited about doing some training with a group called Wise Choices For Life, which helps men and women learn about reproductive issues, family issues, pregnancy issues and more.
This is a great program that we are excited about. We look forward to being trained in the curriculum so we too can pass on this knowledge to our young men and women.

I would also like to start up a boys holiday camping program, which will take troubled young men away on a camping trip that involves a lot of self development and discipleship.

We have also been excited to see our chicken project making profit, and so we want to continue to develop this into a reliable source of income.

When we return we also have a car waiting for us!! Andrew recently purchased our new car while he has been over there. This is going to make life so much easier in Uganda. No longer will we have to rely on dangerous public transport, or expensive private taxis.
We want to thank all those people who contributed to make this a reality.

We request that you pray for us as we go back to Uganda. Pray for strength and motivation to get back into our work. Please pray for visa situations as well, as we start to organize Ethan's dependent visa.

We thank all of you who have been involved in supporting us and our work in Uganda.
We always say that we could not do this without you.

I will now try my best to get back into blog writing, so you can all be updated on our progress in Uganda.

Thank you and God bless.

Coming home

For those who don't know, Agnes, Ethan and myself will be travelling to Australia today!
So we will be back in Australia this week!

We plan to spend some time resting with family and friends, catching up with our church community and also touching base with our sponsors and supporters!
We look forward to this time of reflection and time of fellowship with our much beloved friends and family.

The last few weeks have included lots of preparing for our leaving! But we are confident with the team we are leaving behind to manage YSU.

We have also enjoyed Agnes birthday, and Farouk and I have almost completed our walk from Kampala to the Kenyan border.

Please pray for us as we travel! We are a bit nervous to see how it will be flying with a baby, and on top of that Ethan has just started to teeth and can get quite distressed.

If you would like to catch up with us when we are in Australia (We arrive this week, and leave at the start of July) then please send me a message on my facebook or and email to ooeeluke@hotmail.com

We would love to catch up with as many friends as we can.

Thank you and God bless.