Friday, March 30, 2012

Social Studies or Sunday School

Dear Social Studies Ladies,

Yes, that is how I think of you. You are the Social Studies ladies. Mom tells me she’s meeting the “ss ladies” and the closest I come to a quick reference is Social Studies. I chuckle at my inability to more quickly arrive at the words Sunday School, but then I think about the reality of your group. You are a great lesson in Social Studies. You have come alongside my mother, and thus alongside me and Jesus, in a very social way. Not only do you encourage one another in the Word, but you encourage one another by helping provide for and make these beautiful dollies and dresses. In doing so, you are absolutely fulfilling your call to participate in the Sunday School group. That’s what Sunday School is all about, isn’t it? About community, about sociality, about service, about being Jesus’ hands and feet?

I want you to know that I love you so very much. Not only for your gifts of service or for your lovely relationships with one another. Mostly I love you for showing me a glimpse of the positive impact Surprised by Hope has on people everywhere, not just in East Africa. I know you’d be gathering and serving with or without this ministry, but because you are serving the people of East Africa through Surprised by Hope, I have the opportunity to see something happening in your lives that so blesses me.

Thank you. Thank you for being that beautiful servants Jesus designed us all to be.

Your daughter,
Leslie
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Sunday, March 25, 2012

School Requirements


The actual school supplies will come from Uganda and be provided
according to the specific school's requirement list.
A 12-year-old boy goes door-to-door selling some rather sad looking carrots to earn money for school fees. Yet earning money for fees is not enough. Children in Uganda are also expected to provide brooms, toilet paper, soap, mops, and an assortment of other items necessary for the general upkeep of the school. Along with those school-related items, children need their own supplies such as composition books, pens, pencils, and the like. Yes, these are only part of a long list of requirements needed before this carrot-selling boy and so many other children like him are allowed to begin.

Often children who are able to pay tuition without the help of sponsorship cannot attend because they’re not able to provide all the requirements. Or sponsors have stretched their budget just to provide for tuition but need a partner to provide requirements so the child can get the benefit they intended. It’s like dangling a carrot in front of the child…attending school is just within reach…but not quite. Will you join together with children like this carrot-selling boy or with tuition sponsors from other organizations who cannot close the gap? We long to be sure the children who are halfway there can finally eat that carrot.

For $25 you can sponsor a durable and cute school bag, made with love by a Surprised by Hope friend, filled with many of the supplies needed to help children start and stay in school, and to focus on learning rather than earning. Click here to find out more about how you can help.

 


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Sunday, March 18, 2012

Dashiki Shirts for Boys

What in the world is a dashiki shirt? I hate to admit that I had to ask that question when the lovely Krisha offered to use her gifts and talents to support Surprised by Hope. She kindly explained that the dashiki shirt is a colorful shirt worn by men in Africa. I recognized the shirt style when looking at pictures and thought this would be a great compliment to the girly dresses that have become so popular. After all, boys need clothes too.

More shirts coming soon.
Now is your opportunity to join with the many girly dress sponsors and be the first to sponsor a dashiki shirt for boys. While the money from girly dress sponsorships is used to support the Konoweka Orpahans and Widows Hut tailoring program, the money from the dashiki shirts will be used to supply the tailoring program in the prisons.

Click here to sponsor a dashiki shirt for $25 and watch the blog for the story of the boy who receives your shirt along with the progress made in developing skills for the men staying in the prisons surrounding Jinja in Uganda.

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Tuesday, March 13, 2012

She Smiled at Me

Over 100, that's how many dollies have been made so far. Cut, sew, stuff, stitch on curly black yarn hair. Little faces go on with red and black marking pens. Simple little dollies now set aside waiting for tiny flowery dresses and ribbons in their hair. Cut, sew, stuff, set aside. Cut sew stuff, set aside.

I drew the face on dolly number 112. Instead of setting her aside I looked into her round black eyes with their long lashes. She smiled at me and I almost heard her say "I'm going to Africa"! Tears welled up and I held her to my chest and prayed for the little girl in Africa who would hold her and love her. May the Lord bless and keep her.

So much love goes into making the dollies. Thank you to our Sunday school class at FBC Palmetto for making these dolls possible with your donations of materials, sewing little dresses and praying for this ministry.

We love you,
Bill and Judy Hildreth

If you’d like to send a dolly to Africa, click here.
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Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Sensible Shoes: Walk in the Way of Love

When my son began kindergarten many years ago, Rick and I attended the orientation. The principal held up one of four little pairs of shoes – this one was decorated with pink sparkles. “This child,” she said, “lets herself in at home after school every day and plays alone until her mother comes home from work.” “And this child,” she said holding up a pair of grungy tennis shoes with the sole flapping off the back, “after having eaten on the meal program at school will skip supper so his little brother can have one meal.” The stories went on to tug at the heartstrings of every parent in the room.

Rick died not long ago and I found myself confronted with his pile of shoes. I couldn’t help but remember that kindergarten lesson and wonder about the story his shoes would tell. He had shoes for every part of his life – running, biking, skiing, hiking, and working. Our mud room was filled with a multiplicity of shoes that he wore to do what he loved most and what ultimately brought him one step closer to his Creator.



My own shoe journey began by traveling to Alaska for my first mission trip. I trudged through the deep snow and climbed the staircase to the church. As I stepped inside the door, I was confronted with a huge pile of…shoes. In that split second, I remembered the kindergarten lesson and I reflected on the life of Rick’s shoes. I love when God designs those precious moments as if we are the only person in the world. But…I wondered about the life led in those many pairs of shoes that lay tumbled about the floor.

Recognizing God's invitation to serve his people in East Africa, my heart-connection to the life lived in these shoes--sparkly tennis shoes, jogging shoes, or winter boots--drew me to provide shoes for children after washing their feet and praying over them. Just a few pair at a time were enough to satisfy my craving to love these children.

The journey continued when I met Sharon, introduced by a mutual friend. When we first met, she brought a wonderful gift, her recently published book called…Sensible Shoes. This novel is about a journey - a journey of prayer, healing, and self-discovery. How could she have known? I understood then that God had a special relationship in mind.

Only now do I realize how long God has been preparing my heart to deliver the message of Ephesians 5:1-2 and symbolized by shoes, and I am astonished at his patience. Today I have been blessed to share Sensible Shoes ministry with short-term team members and have even had a few teams dedicated to Sensible Shoes ministry. Many thanks to my friends and loved ones, and to Sharon and readers of the Sensible Shoes series, for the growth of this ministry. We now take 100 pair of sensible shoes to each village we visit and believe the Lord will do immeasurably more.

Your $10 gift will allow us to

  • Purchase locally made shoes and washing supplies from mamas in the Malindi marketplace providing them with a much needed income particularly in the off seasons. 
  • Teach children what it means to “Follow God’s example, therefore, as dearly loved children and walk in the way of love...” (Ephesians 5:1-2). 
  • Wash the feet of 100 children.
  • Fit those children with a pair of sensible shoes--shoes sensible for the African child's lifestyle.
  • Pray over their distant future.

How many $10 gifts give so much. Click here to give and walk with us on this very special journey of love.



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Sunday, March 4, 2012

Missing Dolly

Missing Dolly: Suspected to be in the Slum
This is an APB on a missing dolly. She’s about 12 inches tall, has brown skin, and short black hair. Sometimes she’s awake and sometimes she’s sleeping. She was last seen wearing a white dress with pink and green flowers and has two ribbons in her hair. All the security video has been reviewed (all the pictures have been sorted through) and she doesn’t appear anywhere.

Dear Manchester Family,

I was inventorying the dollies to be sure they were all accounted for and it seems your little girl ran away or was kidnapped…or I lost her (sniffle). I cannot tell you how very sorry I am to have been so careless with that precious gift. I suspect she escaped during the Christmas time gift-giving in the Kikubamutwe slums…but I don’t know this for sure. Chaos ensued during that mass demonstration and it was hard to keep track of all the girls.

New Dolly: Safe and Sound with her Sisters
I have this vague memory of giving a dolly with your name on it but perhaps I never made the note to remind me who adopted that tiny thing. Even so I have no photos with unaccounted for dollies…so that explanation doesn’t fit. What I do know is that there are absolutely no dollies left in my East African home. She is truly missing.

I don’t even know if you’re still watching the blog for the story about your little one, but I feel horrible about losing her…horrible. While I realize that no other child can replace this one, I would like to offer you another dolly. She will be the first gift given when I return to East Africa in May.

Please forgive my irresponsibility.

Humbly,
Leslie Kisakye Mosher
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Monday, February 20, 2012

I Love Surprises

Serving as a missionary in East Africa, I am constantly bombarded with stories of woe followed by bold requests for money. I hate to admit that my heart becomes a little hard every time I’m asked for money…but it does. When was the last time a complete stranger off the street asked you for money? Not a single day passes where I’m not compelled to listen politely and decline gently. I’m not sure if it’s the asking or the declining that trouble me most. And here we are talking about inspiring generous living.

This story begins one hot Ugandan afternoon. A small, wrinkly grandmother occupied the taxi seat to my right as we lumbered down Entebbe Road. Her very best gomesi (traditional African dress) covered her frame while her lap-size satchel carried all four of her worldly possessions. Upon closer inspection, that gomesi was a bit worn at the edges and a button was missing, but she’d done her best to look presentable. Very likely a widow, perhaps this jjaja was returning from the village after helping her ailing sister. We rode in silence until that tiny woman climbed over me and left the taxi.

The rest of our ride went on uninterrupted. I became lost in reflecting on how hard the village women work in Uganda, how their bodies really show it, and how they continue on without complaint. A widow works twice as hard because she not only has to keep the home without the help of modern conveniences, but she also has to provide for family necessities. And here I fuss about having to do my laundry by hand. The conductor startled me from my daydream and the driver pulled to a stop. I handed over my money as I clambered around the 15 bodies that remained in the taxi. “No,” the conductor said, “that old woman paid your fare.”

My mouth caught flies as I stared after the taxi now hiking down Entebbe Road. The best surprises are definitely the ones you never expect…the ones you can never even dream of hoping for…the ones you don’t even know are possible. The best surprises are the ones that give you hope.

This story is dedicated to SO@50. I pray you are surprised by 50 stories of generous giving.
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Saturday, February 18, 2012

Happy Anniversary Surprised by Hope

Today marks the 1 year anniversary of the official formation of Surprised by Hope. What an amazing year it has been! Over the years I’ve heard people talk about “God’s call” or being “in God’s will” and intellectually I understood what they meant but eventually these phrases seemed overused or, dare I say, misused. These last few years, however, shed new light on their meaning. When I look back over the events that led to forming Surprised by Hope, I cannot help but be absolutely amazed at how God aligned every detail. Doors swung open and then fell off their hinges. Opportunities tumbled out at my feet and created a flood. Relationships were founded and then built up like strong towers. The Body was built up and then added a few extra weights to that barbell. It’s crazy in only the way God could make it all crazy!

You’ve just received a newsletter update so I thought I’d make this post full of fun pictures from the past year – the ones that are a little more unusual. So, happy anniversary everyone…thanks for being part of my family!

Lake flies at Garetti's on Lake Victoria - I think I drank one.

Stuck car...I didn't do it!

REAL pancakes (cake made in a frying pan).
Hey, a girl does what she must...

Bye-bye Bujagali Falls

Lauren's wedding day.

I don't know who this is but I do know that she really liked the party.
My birthday gift, the Ugandan name Kisakye.

If only I could haul my camera out fast enough for all these kinds of photos.

I didn't do this either. Hmm...I'm sensing a trend (ha).

You just never know how your next meal gets to the plate.
Good thing I don't eat so much fish.

(Sniffle). Children picking through the garbage dump in Jinja for the day's food.

Oh to be able to sleep like a baby.

Nakasero Market - the best place for fresh foods.
I get all my apples - of the apple and peanut butter meals - from Nakasero.
Sorry but...at girl has to do her laundry.
My undies were filled with gnats.
Pick 'em out and wear 'em, that's my philosophy.

Boda men can balance almost anything on their bikes.
I've even seen coffins going down the street on the back of a boda.
Hopefully there wasn't a body inside.

Taxi park. One day I'll have someone else take a picture of me in the part and
you can play Where's Waldo with me.

After spraying for bats, the ants never came back...much.

One bat thought he'd escape through the drain pipe.
That's just what I need...a bat coming up through my shower drain.

Nakasero corner with my back to the market.
A Sunday afternoon nap.

Sweet dreams...I think.

The doorless shower. The skylight was gorgeous, though!

Who let that cow into my front yard?
The cow-bird combo can often be seen grazing nearby.

The view out my bedroom window. Sigh, I miss my kiddies.
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Friday, February 10, 2012

Valentine's Day Girly Dresses

The big red event is just four days away. No matter how much you recoil at the idea of another Hallmark holiday, you do want to express yourself to that special someone you love. If you’re like me, you reject traditional gifts – flowers, chocolates, a fancy dinner – in search something a little less traditional, more thoughtful, and definitely something with an awe factor.

Nine new girly dresses are awaiting your selection. They’re perfectly suited for Valentine’s Day with red lining, big pink and red flowers, and an awe-factor that keeps on giving. Sponsor a girly dress for $25 and watch the blog beginning in May for the story of the little East African girly who receives your loving gift.

Then…wait to see how your one true love melts with (com)passion over the story of the girly and that special dress. This is one Valentine’s Day gift she will never forget!

Baby 1

Baby 2

Baby 3

Small 1

Small 2

Small 3

Small 4

Small 5: Molly D.

Small 6

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Thursday, February 9, 2012

Until Next Time...

One of the real benefits of living in both Uganda and the United States is that I get to see everyone more often. I miss you all so much regardless of which side of the pond you live on. So many of you are constantly encouraging, praying, and cheering me on. I love telling you the stories of what’s happening in ministry, of showing how God is working all over the world, and of using pictures to illustrate how your support and prayer is making a difference.

Ministry in Uganda keeps me quite busy but preparing for that ministry in the United States keeps me even busier. Any new business or ministry takes a lot of time and energy to nurture and grow and my time in the U.S. is designed to allow for the work needed to make that happen. Organizational development, fundraising, marketing, not to mention developing new relationships and fostering existing ones are just a few of the things I’ll be working on these next three months.

The field ministry blog is designed for just that, keeping you posted on what’s going on in the field. This means that I’ll not be posting to the blog regularly, but I will try to keep you updated on what’s happening and how you can be involved. I plan to head back to East Africa in early May lest my darker friends need blinders to fend off my pale (as compared to my now very tanned) skin...so stay tuned…
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Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Twin Dollies for Cynthia and Bobo from Grayson and Isaac

Every set of twins stood out to me until I suggested that someone might like to sponsor twin dolls. After that sponsor stepped forward I was hard pressed to find one single set…of course. I had so hoped to give the twin dolls to twin girls, but…it wasn’t meant to be. Instead Cynthia and Bobo each received a dolly. These girls are part of the group of four girls who always greet me in a culturally proper, respectful manner...the ones who live up the road and always say hello as I pass by.

Cynthia, Samat, Bobo
The girls weren’t sure exactly what to do with the dolls but the maamas were so very interested…particularly in the sleepy face and awake face. Big smiles on their own faces, the maamas were so appreciative. I’m glad these relationships continue to grow and will be very sad when I have to leave. I hope they don’t forget me.
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A Dress for Samat from Sarah

The walk from my house to the main road (Entebbe Road) is plastered with children, of course. Just up from the first dusty corner, four particular children tend to greet me in a way that suggests more than simply doing so out of fun in calling out “muzungu.” Samat, Cynthia, Bobo, and Grace are always ready to welcome me for the morning by kneeling and shaking my hand. Well, grace is a bit little yet. The two older children speak very clear English and mimick anything and everything I say.


This day Samat was given her beautiful new dress, which fit perfectly. The mothers gathered with big smiles on their faces in hopes of receiving a gift for their child. And when the gifts were given, more children swarmed. It’s not hard to find children to give gifts but it is very difficult to have enough gifts for every child…of course, that is American thinking…children here seem to realize that not every child will always receive. Samat, though, was very pleased and each following afternoon on my way home she could be found waiting to greet me.
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Monday, February 6, 2012

Konoweka Kids have Courage

Each week the Konoweka children come running in expectation of singing songs together. Not to be disappointed, we sang several childrens’ Bible songs. They’re getting very good at doing the motions at the right time too. Today, though, they got an added surprise. We read a story about courage and the kids colored some pictures for you. I always look forward to continuing to spend time with the kids while waiting for their maamas.




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Sewing Machines for Konoweka

Hmm...which one to choose...
I’m kinda proud of myself. I figured out how to get two sewing machines and their stands from the third floor below ground up to the busy main road and then to my car without help from anyone I know. Not so proud that I relented on the prices thinking that I must have been mistaken about what I paid for machines last time. Did you know some machines don’t come with zig zag and that those that do cost twice as much? Yikes.






The ladies were thrilled to get their new machines and put them to work immediately by making the dresses from the pattern and fabric your sponsorships provided. I purchased their first dresses, which gave me the opportunity to offer feedback so that their dresses improve in quality as well as to get them started in managing their money (tithing, purchasing more material, contributing to the sewing machine maintenance fund, paying themselves a salary, etc.). I hoped to give these dresses to some girls in the slums but my trusted boda guy wasn’t around and I didn’t dare have someone else take me. I saved them for next time.

This woman often declined to lead Bible study because
she could not read her Bible. With her new large print Bible
and a pair of glasses (thanks to my SC friends) she was
almost jumping up and down. We couldn't get her to
stop reading and participate in the study with
the rest of the group.
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Sunday, February 5, 2012

A Dress for Vivian from Clover

Vivian’s tiny little feet didn’t fit any of the shoes we brought but she was just the right size for this cute little dress. She wasn’t very interested in visiting with me but she didn’t cry either. Her little nose ran and smeared all over her face. Her maama and jjaja were tickled with the interesting gift and weren’t concerned at all about the Christmas print on this dress. Another girl wrapped in the love of Christ because of the prayers over this little dress. Continue to pray for this family as the ground is covered with footsteps that claim this land and these lives for Christ.
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A Dress for Janus from Katie

Janus was a screamer. The moment she saw me she ran the other way. Even when offered this cute little dress with rocking horses on it, she wanted nothing to do with me. Daniel, on the other hand, was a welcome visitor in her book as long as he didn’t go near the muzungu. Daniel helped Janus slip the dress over her head and model for the camera. Nope, she didn’t want to see her picture after I took the snap. Through this dress, Janus is wrapped in Christian love, prayers, and the love of all of you who are praying that she grow up in Christ.
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