Monday, 20 June 2016

Canada, here we come!

We are leaving Uganda this weekend for our first Home Assignment in Canada.  Please pray for safe (and sane) travels for us with the 3 kiddos, and for a great time catching up with you all back on Canadian soil!

Here's our latest newsletter - please have a ready and see where you can find us over the next few months.

Tim Horton's, here we come!  See you soon, Canada!





Thursday, 9 June 2016

All the small things.

Today's wake up call happened at 4:22am, when little feet padded into my room and complained about a sore stomach.  Matt left in the dark yesterday morning, and spent the night in Mvolo, South Sudan with the group he flew up there, and I’m wondering how he’s making out now - a day later - while making breakfast (and second breakfast!) for the little people and making sure the South Sudanese pilot who we have staying in our guesthouse is also taken care of.  

Matt visiting the kids within the Adjumani refugee camp, where he helped fly in a group of counsellors for the people there.
The group from Empower One Ministries, who have helped to plant over 100 churches in South Sudan was flown back to Uganda to restock on supplies.
The plane is loaded with hundreds of kilos of medicines for Far Reaching Ministries, to be flown into Yida, South Sudan for the local community.
Sometimes, it is hard to be left behind.  The idea of the adventure, and the people, and the getting out there and doing makes my feet itch on the ground here in Kampala.  At points this year I’ve struggled to be content with the way things have worked out, there have been some big disappointments - almost 2 seizure free years for Charlee coming to an abrupt end, having one of the sweetest little girls from our special needs support group pass away, and some other silly small things that, some days, can still weigh heavy on my heart.  

But even as I’ve been writing this, the pilot from our guesthouse has arrived back from visiting his 2 year old son’s grave, and I see, not for the first time, that things could be much, much worse.

The grass is pretty green right here. We’re happy, we’re healthy, we have a nice, little house.  It doesn’t have a view, but I like what I see just fine :)  I see Matt off to work every morning, mostly before daylight.  Some weeks he flies over 100 passengers to different places, helping them to reach people who need medical evacuations, trauma counselling, and infrastructure development.  He comes back tired, dirty and happy.  


I drive the kids (mine and others) to school and am waiting to hear about their days when they get home.  I cheer at swim competitions and school performances.  I play trucks with Theo, chit chat with strangers on the road, and welcome neighbourhood boys into our yard to play and have a good snack.



Over the last year, we’ve welcomed more than 50 visitors to MAF Uganda to stay in our home, hosted what feels like hundreds of meals (and enjoyed every one of them!), helped out with getting a few treats and essentials from here to Juba, and made lots of new friends.  The special needs programme at Lugogo Baptist church has grown into something so much bigger, with kids getting the help and therapies they need and their mamas getting supported in their struggles.

All these small things add up to something bigger than me.  I might not be on the front lines but I try to help hold things together.  I’m here, I’m ready and I’m willing if and when my time comes, but until then, I’m happy to have snuggles at 4:22am and first breakfast a 5.  There are people here - in my house and in my life - that need me, I don’t need to go any further.  The small things are enough.





He has shown you, O man, what is good;
And what does the Lord require of you
But to do justly,
To love mercy,
And to walk humbly with your God? Micah 6:8



Sunday, 20 March 2016

The Tribe


Being a parent to a special needs daughter is, well, special.  I would have never chosen this for my family - or for Charlee - but now that’s it’s here, I would not un-choose it either.  

Days can be hilarious, or hard, or humbling… I rejoice over the small things (dressing herself is fun, yet ‘make-a-huge-mess’ new skill!) or get upset at the comments people feel at liberty to speak, just because she’s not your average almost-7-year-old… but mostly our days are filled with joy.  I’m convinced that more joy passes through her heart in an instant than some of us experience all year.

I had a meeting with her teacher this week.  And although its become easier over the years to hear that she’s / missed milestones / developmentally delayed / failed to achieve most of her school goals / she is a valued member of the class and is making good friends.  In fact, Mrs. Brown told me that Charlee has found her tribe.



Her tribe - I love this.  

These kids!  They love her, include her and save her a piece of cake from their sister’s birthday party… They make sure she’s OK when she falls, or is upset, and she absolutely adores them.  They are her warriors, standing up for her when she needs it, are forgiving when she is wrong and most importantly, they let her be Charlee.  

This band of little people has made me realize we’ve had a tribe all along.  She has brothers who cheer for her small victories.  She has aunties, cousins and grandparents who have held our hands, and just been there since the beginning.  Friends have been like family, done emergency runs and sat in hospital beds with us. We’ve had some of the most amazing teachers, assistants and kind little girls who help take off her rubber boots at school.  

Therapists, doctors and Special Olympics volunteers have gone way above and beyond - and people who take the time to get to know her, listen, and answer her questions (Dogs? Babies? Cake?!) can see that she has some real joy to spread.  She has Matt and I, who think she’s incredible no matter what.  


The tribe.  

She’s taught us to be gracious, understanding and compassionate. She’s taught me that anyone can be a warrior, if they need to be.  And most importantly, she’s shown us that everyone has something real to offer.  Charlee’s disabilities don't limit her - they make her perfect - just the way God intended her to be.

Thank you guys, for being her people.

“For you created my inmost being;
    you knit me together in my mother’s womb.

I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
    your works are wonderful,
    I know that full well.

My frame was not hidden from you
    when I was made in the secret place,
    when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.

Your eyes saw my unformed body;
    all the days ordained for me were written in your book

    before one of them came to be.” Psalm 119:13/16

Wednesday, 6 January 2016

Hello, 2016.


Hello 2016!!!!  I’ve been waiting for you.  2015 was Faithful.  For us, it was our first full year away from Canada as a family.  A year where Charlee had no seizures, and started to talk!  A year where Theo, though a rough and tumble kid, had so many falls, bumps, scrapes and parasites but came through them all unfazed.  A year where Fred - my super sensitive one - missed home and cried every night for a month, but in the end was alright.  He is now bounding around the compound, shooting his friends with Nerf Guns and laughing so hard.  It warms my heart.  

It was also a year when I was sent to Nairobi because of some health issues, was scared and overwhelmed but in the end everything came back totally fine!  Matt was kept safe through the African skies; in and out of South Sudan and Congo, plus two ferry flights to South Africa and on the roads in Kampala.  Besides being a pilot in our programme here, he is also now the acting Security Officer - a role that has had him in Kenya for training twice.  He’s flown chickens and medicine, food and Medevacs, and has delivered everything and everyone safely to their destinations.  

It was the year when we saw a Special Needs support group at a local church grow into something so much bigger.  We’ve prayed for babies in hospitals, and I’ve sat on my own kids’ beds at night watching them sleep, wondering how we've come so far.  It was a year when I lost someone so dear to my heart in Canada, that I can’t. even. breathe.

Now the New Year is here with a clean slate and the possibilities are laid out before me.  I'm so ready for it.  On Friday, Theo will start preschool two mornings a week while I take on the role of MAF Communications Officer for some programmes within Africa.  Matt is back in the cockpit and I’m missing the vacation days we had together.  When the fireworks erupted over Kampala on New Years Eve, a cheer so loud went up over this city - it gave me such a feeling of warmth for Uganda - and I feel content and very, very blessed.

Thank you everyone, for your prayers over the last year.  We see the results of them on this side, and we appreciate them so much.  Welcome, 2016 - I can’t wait to see what You have in store for us all!

With much love from sunny Uganda,
Chaundra

Matthew 21:22 And whatever you ask in prayer, you will receive, if you have faith.

(Dear MAF),

This is E* from Kitgum. Last month you helped us bring a young man, V*, down to Kajjansii so that he could go to Mulago for an operation on his broken neck. The operation seems to have been successful and he is now home with his family. We are so thankful for MAF’s help and for the opportunity that you gave to V*. May the Lord richly bless you and your family, and the whole MAF team, this New Year!

In Christ,
E*


*names have been removed for privacy.