Just around the corner.

Last week, I added a social worker to our foster care team, which is one of the most important accomplishments of this year.

The only reason I met this social worker was because a person told me about their friend who was studying social work, and looking for a place to volunteer.

The only reason this person knew I was looking for a social worker was because he was with me in a meeting where I talked about it.

The only reason he was in this meeting with me was because I accidentally booked the meeting in an unfamiliar area, and I needed someone to show me where it was.

The only reason he was around when I realized my mistake was because he was helping me with my kids’ group that morning.

The only reason he was helping me with my kids’ group that morning was because several weeks earlier he had accidentally showed up for the Petros Zoe outreach program two hours too early, and I asked if he could help me while he waited.

I could go back further and further to track all of the different things that had to happen in order for this good thing to come about. If any of those conversations, circumstances, or accidents hadn’t happened, would I still have found the social worker our program needed? To me, it seemed like this answer to prayer appeared out of nowhere, when I was least expecting it. But in reality, a long trail of dominoes has been lining up for weeks, maybe even months and years, waiting to fall into place at exactly the right moment. When you start to think about things like that, you start to find excitement even in the small things happening in your life. You start to find purpose in the ordinary. And you also start to feel a lot more gratitude.

I am grateful for every single domino that has been lined up and knocked down to make this foster care program a reality. And that includes all of the generous people who have believed in this dream with me and have given their support and finances to seeing it come alive. I know you and see you, and I am so thankful to you.

This year for my 29th birthday, I am inviting people to give a one-time or monthly gift of $29 to the Petros Zoe Foster Care Program. You can be the domino that is perfectly lined up to start an incredible movement here in Uganda!

If you would like to celebrate my birthday with me, just follow this link to make a donation to Petros Zoe. Thank you so much to everyone who has given so far!

A birthday invitation.

Some of the kids in our small group were baptized last week!

I once heard that if you want to slow down time, you should keep trying new things. When you do things you’ve never done before, it stops your brain from going on “auto-pilot” and skipping all of the details it has gotten used to. I’ve been remembering that lately, since my days seem to pass much slower. Weeks used to pass by in a busy blur, but now every day I am learning new things and being stretched beyond my normal comfort zone. Most days I forget that I’ve only been in Uganda for five months!

It was exactly two months ago that I found myself sitting alone in the Petros Zoe office, staring at a blank computer screen and feeling completely lost at what I should do to make this dream of a foster care system into a reality. I could see the flourishing program in my mind, but translating that into a practical plan seemed impossible. I was a team of one, with supportive directors but with no resources, and no clear idea of where to start.

In the end though, the only option was to move forward, ready or not. I slowly started taking steps forward. Sometimes they were long strides, but more often they were timid shuffles that I quickly had to redirect in a better direction. Every day I tried to focus just on the steps before me, and not the overwhelming task I was working toward.

And suddenly, just two months later, I can look back and see that my timid shuffling feet have actually taken me somewhere. Clearly there have been others propelling me forward faster than I ever could have gone myself, because the progress we’ve seen feels almost unreal. I now have three volunteers working with me each week, and others who are enthusiastically helping us make connections and gather resources. Last week, we certified our first foster parent who is ready to receive children in her home, and just yesterday we added a social worker to our team! Finding a skilled social worker was the last big piece of the puzzle to make this program get off the ground, and we managed to be connected with someone who spent a whole year working in the very government office we need to work through with every foster child placement. He knows exactly what paperwork to fill out, exactly which official to visit, and the entire process of the fostering system in Uganda.

I honestly can’t explain to you how I went from being alone and overwhelmed to having an almost fully functioning foster care program in eight weeks. This work is absolutely beyond my own power, because if it were left to me, I would probably still be alone and lost, with my head on my desk. But God has put people in my path, and even dragged me forward Himself when I felt like I couldn’t take another step.

In just one week I turn 29 years old, and based on how this year is going so far, I feel like this will be the best year of my life yet. I am far from the only person here who believes in foster care. There are so many people who want to see a program like this succeed, and who are helping to make it possible. And in honor of my birthday, I want to invite you to be one of these people.

You guys. I believe with all my heart that this foster care program has the potential to transform the entire country of Uganda, and even beyond. This vision that we have been given is so big and so new, that there aren’t even clearly written laws here to make provisions for it yet. This program will be revolutionary, and I want as many people as possible to be a part of making history.

I’m inviting people to celebrate my 29th birthday with me by giving either a one-time or monthly gift of $29 to the Petros Zoe Foster Care Program. This gift will help us provide medical care to our foster children, and to visit them in their foster homes. It will allow us to pay our social worker a salary he deserves for the tireless work he will be doing. It will allow us to recruit and train even more foster parents so that our impact can increase faster and faster. I’m telling you, you are not going to want to miss out on this.

To give your one-time or monthly $29 gift to the PZ Foster Care Program, you can follow this link to our website: www.petroszoe.org/donate. Thank you for joining us in this grand vision, and for making this birthday my best yet!

To not grow weary.

In case you’re like me and needed a reminder—it is still only January.

We are only a few weeks into the new year, but enough activity and events have happened to fill several months. And even though most of these activities have been good (at least in my own life), I’ve still caught myself wondering a couple times just how weird it would be if I curled up on my office floor and took a nap at 1 in the afternoon.

Life takes energy, and sometimes it feels like you just don’t have enough to go around. The other day in an early-morning stupor, I was thinking about Isaiah 40:31 to try and push myself up (literally—up from the couch) for the day: “but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary.”

At first I reacted to the words the same way I always have: well that’s nice! God will give me the energy I need! But then I started to think about what that would really mean, to not grow weary.

Can you imagine what it would be like to run and not grow weary? At best I can run (okay—I can lightly jog at the same pace as the elderly speed walker next to me) for about twenty minutes before wanting to collapse like Andy Dwyer in Parks and Rec. Running without getting tired would be amazing.

But that’s not even the best part. Think about how far you could get if you never got tired from running. Think about leaving your house at a steady pace and never stopping all day. How many places could you go? Without getting tired, your destination could be anywhere, and the possibilities would be infinite.

How far could we go here in the work we are doing? If we never grow tired, the possibilities are limitless. We could spread the foster care program throughout Uganda, and the rest of Africa. We could grow our small clinic into an entire hospital. We could start youth outreaches all over the world.

But this all depends on how much we grab hold to the first part of the verse: “those who hope in the Lord.” In Spanish, the same word is used to express hoping, waiting, and expecting. I think that comes closer to the real meaning of this verse. When we hope, or wait, on the Lord, we aren’t just sitting and waiting for Him to do something; we are expecting it. When you are driving a car up a hill, do you stop and look over the edge when you reach the top to make sure the road is still there? Of course not. You keep driving because you expect the road to continue, even when you can’t see it yet. If we approached our lives with that level of faith and expectation, how far could we go?

Let’s expect God to do something big through us this week! I guarantee He will give you the strength you need to accomplish it.

New year, new words.

As a household, we decided that the year 2021 would be a year of positivity.

As we were sitting and complaining about some things that were going on around us, Erin suddenly declared, “This complaining ends in 2021.” And she was right—the world has enough negativity without us adding to it!

This declaration was reinforced for me yesterday when I read Psalm 141:3. “Set a guard over my mouth, Lord; keep watch over the door of my lips.” Why would David bother asking the almighty God to watch over his mouth?

Probably because David realized how powerful words are, and how terrible we are at controlling them.

Think about it. How many things have you said that you have later regretted? And how much time have we wasted complaining about things that won’t/can’t change, instead of focusing on more productive things?

It seems like God should have better things to do than to stand watch over my mouth and stop me from saying stupid things, but thankfully He seems to think it’s important enough to do. So this year, I’m going to try and make His work easier by putting more effort into it myself.

Here are some positive things I can share with you today:

-Hannah’s son Emma got a great report from the doctor after his recent hospital visit!

-I just met with some local authorities to share about the foster care program, and am starting to recruit foster parents.

-Most of the Petros Zoe staff just got back from a leadership conference that has us fired up for the coming year. Exciting things are happening!

Being positive doesn’t mean I’m ignoring all of the hard things in my life. It doesn’t have to really change everything we say, it just changes how we choose to say it. Perspective is a powerful thing.

In the spirit of positivity, I have a car update for those of you who have been keeping up with our car problems. We are so thankful that the car worked all three days of the leadership conference, which is a miracle in itself! That same evening the conference ended, the car caught fire under the hood while Hannah and Emma were inside of it on their way home. Thankfully, they both got out safely, and we stood and watched nervously while they threw water onto the fire, and the car continued to try and turn itself on while the key wasn’t even in the ignition. Finally the battery died and things settled down again. The situation could have been way worse, so we are grateful it wasn’t! Needless to say, we will not be using that car again, and are now sticking to public transportation until we can get a new car. At least it has led to some entertaining walks home with our crew:

Do you want to join us in this year of positivity? Ask God to set a guard over your mouth, and see what happens!

A situation.

*UPDATE: Thank you so much to everyone who has given so generously toward our new car! We have currently received almost $1500, and just need $3500 to reach our goal and purchase a reliable car. For those of you keeping up with Emma’s story, we ended up spending two days and nights in the hospital while Emma was treated for pneumonia and a sickle cell crisis. Last night we needed to drive him back to the hospital for his final antibiotic treatment at 2 AM, and of course, the car wouldn’t start. Thankfully, Hannah’s cousin answered his phone and was able to take us in his car, but it was a stressful end to an already stressful week. We are so grateful to all of you who have given to help prevent these emergencies in the future!

I’m going to be honest with you guys-I never wanted to use this blog to post an update like this, where I’m asking for help. This blog was started to share about all of the exciting things happening here in Uganda, and there are a lot of great things to be shared! But we’ve been dealing with a situation that has become more and more urgent, and now I feel like I need to share it with you.

Since I got here, we have been having serious car problems. Erin and Hannah have been struggling with their car for a while, but in the past couple of months the problems have gotten even worse. Every morning we walk outside and pray the car decides to turn on. Sometimes we get lucky, but lately we have had to call someone to jump it every single day, which is eating up our time and our money.

Carrying thirty pounds of groceries from the main road to our house is a little more fun with this guy helping!

This car is a replacement for my sister’s first car that was totaled over a year ago, when a semi truck smashed into it while Hannah was driving. Thankfully no one was hurt, but after many promises from the truck driver to pay for the repairs, the car is still sitting in a lot, now in even worse shape than it was a year ago. Even though we are trying to take legal action to have him fix the car, it won’t be an easy or fast solution.

We would like to sell the car we have and buy a better one, but that process can take months here, especially if the car we are advertising won’t even turn on when people come to look at it.

What pushed me over the edge was yesterday, when Hannah’s son Emma was sick with a fever for the third day in a row and needed to get to a hospital. With his recent sickle cell anemia diagnosis, any fever can become dangerous, and we were getting worried.

After calling the pediatrician and making the quick decision to take him in, Erin took the car keys to try and start the car.

Nothing. The car was dead again.

It made me sick to watch Emma sleep fitfully on my couch, burning with fever, while we waited over an hour to get our car jumped. The car had just spent a week at the mechanic, and we had paid for lots of repairs to be done, and yet it was still completely dead during this emergency. This is not okay.

We are in desperate need of a car. It doesn’t have to be fancy-all we want is a car that we can trust to turn on every morning and get us to where we need to be.

I know there are many difficult situations happening this year, but would you consider helping us gain some peace of mind with a new car? For $5,000, we can get a decent van like one of these:

Having a working car would be truly lifechanging for us. I never want to be stuck in my house wondering how to get a child to the hospital ever again. If you would like to help us with this need, you can send a gift to my Venmo (@Jessica-Hogan-52), or for a tax-deductible gift, you can click here to go to my Mission Quest page.

Thank you so much for helping us with this huge need! I’m so grateful to have a community of friends and family that I can lean on in times like this. I wish you all a very happy New Year, and I am excited to see what the coming year has for all of us!

Ready to fail.

An outside observer would see me sitting on the couch watching Netflix.

But if they could look inside, they would see my mind doing cartwheels, reminding me of the growing to-do list I’m willfully ignoring. They would see my heart beating faster and faster, and they would hear my brain screaming at me to do something, anything. My body looks relaxed, but everything inside me looks like it’s tensed for a battle.

Why don’t I just get up and do what I need to do? You might ask. Good question. For years I thought my problem was that I was lazy. If I just had more willpower, I could get all of these tasks done! But at some point I realized the truth, the real issue that was keeping me from accomplishing what needed to be done:

I was afraid.

I know I’m not the only one who has sat numbly in front of an blank computer screen to draft an important email, or who has rehearsed a conversation in their head for so long that the person ends up leaving before I can say it out loud. I’m a strong, capable person-so why do I have to hold my phone in my hand for ten minutes just to work up the courage to make a phone call?

I am afraid.

Of what?

Of failure.

What if I write a blog post and nobody likes it? What if I write an email to fundraise for Petros Zoe and the person decides not to donate? What if I try to set up a meeting with another organization and they decline?

I don’t want to fail. So something inside tells me to protect myself by not trying at all.

Of course, the perfectionist in me won’t let me just do nothing, which is where my constant procrastination comes from. I didn’t say this was a healthy coping mechanism.

But I am about to step into a world where the stakes are too high to entertain my fear. I’m about to have kids who will depend on us to find them a loving home, and parents who will depend on our training and support. We won’t have the luxury of time for me to work through my paralyzing terror. Time is up, and now we have to jump in.

What if I mess up? Well, I definitely will-and actually already have. And somehow, the world kept turning, and I’m still okay.

I’ve heard people say that anything worth doing is worth doing well. I think for me, a more helpful piece of advice would be like this: “Anything worth doing is worth failing at.” I am going to be rejected by people when I ask them to be foster parents. I am going to make mistakes when I take in my own foster kids. But this work is so important that I can’t afford to stop trying. And out of the ashes of my failure, God will make something good. He always does.

Don’t get me wrong-I’m not setting out to fail. But before I take another step forward, I have to let myself be okay with the possibility of failure. It’s the only thing holding me back.

To my fellow perfectionists: it’s time to stand up and step off that ledge. Are we going to fall? Absolutely. But remember that we will reach the ground again, and we will keep going.

Once we believe that, we will be unstoppable.

[New] girl in town.

How is it going in Uganda?

I have been trying to come up with words to describe my first month here. I can think of lots of words, actually, but the one word that keeps coming to mind doesn’t seem like enough to satisfy people when they ask.

How has it been, this new beginning in Uganda?

It’s been…well, good!

My naturally introspective soul has paused occasionally these past few weeks, reflecting and wondering. Shouldn’t I be feeling…more? Shouldn’t I have had a thrilling mountaintop experience by now, or maybe a night of crushing loneliness? That’s how my big transitions have usually gone in the past, whether it was moving somewhere new or coming back to States. Is it okay to feel this okay?

I don’t know if my heart is just settling down as I get older, or if it’s from so many years of preparing for this move, but since I’ve been here I’ve pretty much just felt…content. Moving in with my sister and her new husband Collins, jumping right into work with Petros Zoe Initiative, it has all just felt right. And that has been really lovely.

There are definite benefits to moving to a place where Erin has lived for three years already. It has saved me a lot of heartache and embarrassment from making silly mistakes. It has provided me with a built-in community that was ready to welcome me with open arms. And the hard work that she and Hannah have done these past couple of years to build up Petros Zoe has paved the way for the foster care program we are now working to create.

This “safety net” has come with greater expectations, however. Instead of using my time to settle in slowly and figure out things like where the grocery store is, I had to hit the ground running to keep up with everything happening here. I’ve already started going to meetings by myself and volunteering at church activities, not really because I felt ready, but because there wasn’t really another option. Life here is pushing me harder than I would normally push myself. I thought that I would start to feel overwhelmed or exhausted, and though there have been moments, I’ve been surprised to see that my mind and heart have adjusted pretty fast.

Here are some fun things that have happened in my first month in Mukono:

-My sister got married! Having a front row seat to Erin and Collins’ first weeks of marriage has been a strange privilege, but I think I can confidently say that we are great roommates.

Our move in day!

-I joined a missional community (like a small group) through my church! I am learning how MCs work, so that I can hopefully start my own for foster parents one day. And I’m meeting new friends, which has been fun.

There have been some not-so-fun things too, if I’m being honest:

-I miss speaking Spanish every day. But more than that, I miss the ability to understand everything people were saying around me and to me. I didn’t realize how much I took my knowledge of Spanish for granted these past few years. I know I won’t be satisfied until I can communicate in Luganda, so wish me luck as I begin studying.

-Even though I feel like I’m adjusting quickly, that doesn’t change the fact that I’m the “New Girl” in town. I want to know everyone’s name, and not have to be introduced in every group I find myself in. I want to be able to navigate all of the city streets without getting turned around, and to not think so hard about the exchange rate before I decide which loaf of bread to buy. There are so many things I want to know already, but there is no substitute for time. I have to be patient, and be content with the fact that every day brings me closer to being just another girl in town.

Thank you to everyone who has prayed for me or sent me an encouraging message. I know that is the main reason why this transition has been so easy. Until next time!

Between worlds.

From the very first story I learned to read by myself (The Three Little Pigs, if you were curious), I have loved books and would read any chance I got. One year when I was about ten, some family friends came over at Christmas time to exchange gifts. My brother and sister opened their cards and were delighted to see some cash flutter out of them. Hoping for the same, I eagerly ripped open the box I was given, just to see a stack of books-The Chronicles of Narnia. Don’t get me wrong, I always love getting new books to read. But I couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed that my siblings now had extra spending money that I didn’t.

You know what, though? My brother and sister spent their gift on something that they probably lost/ate/forgot about within a month. And that Christmas I was given a gift that I have cherished ever since (thank you Lind family!)

I saw my Narnia collection sitting on my dresser when I came back from Honduras in June, and I decided to read through them all again before going to Uganda. It has been years since I’ve opened these books, and they still make me smile after all this time.

Of course I started with The Magician’s Nephew. It tells the story (spoiler alert) of the creation of Narnia. As a kid this was never one of my favorite books, and I would usually just skim through it to get to the good stuff. As an adult, however, there were so many parts of the story that made me pause and think. And the part that really stuck with me was the chapter called “The Wood Between the Worlds.”

Without going too into depth, this chapter is when the two kids in the story are magically whisked away into these woods with lots of little pools of water, and they learn that each pool leads into a different world. The wood is the calm, quiet, in-between place, connecting all the worlds but not really a world itself. “‘It’s not the sort of place where things happen,’ Digory says later. ‘The trees go on growing, that’s all.'”

It was interesting to realize that the description of the woods felt strangely similar to my life right now. I am in between worlds; no longer in Honduras but not yet in Uganda, wrapping up my work in El Sembrador while starting to prepare for my new work at Petros Zoe. I can see the two pools in front of me, the one I just came from and the one I can’t quite jump into yet.

I think this is a feeling that many of us can relate to, especially this year when so many plans have had to remain on hold while the world came to a screeching halt. There are many of us who have just been sitting, waiting, until it’s time to jump in to whatever activity is before us. It can be frustrating, but it can also be, well, sort of nice.

The two kids in the story are so affected by the calm in the woods that they almost forget who they are and why they are there. I can relate to that too. It’s nice to be here, to spend lots of time with my family, to get more rest than I’m used to, to have time to read the books I want to read. Waiting isn’t always a chore. Sometimes I become alarmed by how easy it is to sink into complacency, almost forgetting who I am and where I’m headed.

And I can see, to the side of me, the pool that would lead me back here. The pool that would keep me close to family, that would lead to me being a foster parent right here in the U.S., if I really wanted to dive into it. In fact I see dozens of pools, all leading to different lives, different futures. Anything is possible, in this wood between the worlds.

But I know what I must do. The pool before me has been marked for me, and has been marked for many years now. There have been moments in my life when I hopped into the pool of my choice, but this time the path is very clear. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.

I think we need to get better at embracing the waiting. Sometimes it’s okay to sit and rest, to watch the trees grow and to reflect on all of the pools of opportunity in front of us. But we can’t stay in the woods forever. The time will always come when we need to stand up and make a move, to enter a world again and do what we were made to do.

That time is almost here for me. I feel myself standing at the edge of the pool, looking at my own excited and nervous reflection staring back at me. Nothing has changed in the woods except for me. I turn my gaze to the other pools around me. Some lead to worlds I have already experienced and loved. Some lead to worlds I will never know. I say goodbye to them anyway, wishing I could experience them all. When the time finally comes (and it will), I will stand tall and take a few steadying breaths.

And then I will dive in.

There’s been a fly in my car since Michigan.

I don’t know how it happened. But somehow it slipped in during my short trip to Michigan and joined me in my road trip back to Maryland a few weeks ago. I handled the problem by occasionally rolling down my window and hurling fistfuls of air towards the outside while yelling “Get out of here!”, strangely confident in my ability to catch the fly with my sloth-like reflexes, as well as the fly’s capacity for sensing that it was unwelcome. Needless to say, the fly and I spent the next ten hours in grudging coexistence.

I had been doing some traveling and fundraising for my ministry in Uganda, and after two packed weeks of visits, this fly and I were headed home. While stuck in the car with my newest companion, I couldn’t help but reflect on the other human companions I had the pleasure of visiting in the last couple of weeks.

For many years I’ve felt like I’ve gotten luckier than most with the friends and family that have been put into my life. I have met so many incredible people, and I love whenever I get to spend some time with them.

Of course, for the most part I never get to spend very much time with any particular person. When I am in the U.S. there are so many people I want to see that I end up feeling like I didn’t get enough time with anyone. Not to mention all of my friends in other countries whom I also ache to be with again.

But even though my life seems to be in constant transition, one thing I have grown to depend on is the dependability of my friends and family. It gives me so much joy while I’m traveling to be able to walk into the same house, stay in the same guest room, pet the same dog, and catch up with the people I dearly care about. For a day or two amidst the craziness, my life feels familiar again, and that is a priceless gift.

Thank you to everyone who met with me, shared a meal with me, and who has been praying for me. I am so glad you all are in my life, and I don’t think there is anything I could do or have done to deserve such supportive friends. Someday I hope to return the abundant kindness you have shown me. In the meantime, I just hope you know that you are appreciated!

Stop everything.

It seemed like a normal morning when I woke up in my home in Honduras. A mission team had just arrived the night before, and I was getting ready for a day of walking tours and work projects. My mind, still foggy with sleepiness, wasn’t thinking about anything in particular when I walked out of my room to grab a quick breakfast. But as I stepped into the kitchen, a sudden sensation came over me that stopped me in my tracks and immediately snapped me awake.

Pray for the kids I’m going to give you.”

It wasn’t words I heard, but somehow I knew what I was supposed to pray for. Other people have had similar experiences, when God told them to stop everything and pray for something or someone, but I had never felt anything so immediate, so intense. I don’t know how to describe the sense of urgency I felt in that moment, but the gravity of it kept me rooted to the floor where I was standing. Everything around me seemed to dim as this sole task took over.

Standing motionless in the kitchen, I began to pray fervently for the kids God was going to put in my path someday. Somehow I knew he wasn’t talking about my biological kids. These were children who would come to me in a time of need. Were they already out there somewhere? Have they even been born yet? Were they hurting or in danger right now? Questions raced through my brain, but I just kept praying.

And just as suddenly as it came on, the urgent feeling went away. I continued to stand in my kitchen, filled with excitement but wondering what all of this meant for my life. That day was over three years ago, and I still remember standing there as if it were yesterday. The experience raised a lot of questions for me, but one thing I now knew for certain:

I was going to be a foster parent someday.

It was in this chapel, the church I lived behind for four years in Honduras, that God told me I would be working with my sister in Africa someday.

It was such an unexpected image in my head of the two of us in a place I had never been. It was so odd that I ended up brushing it off until my sister told me she had been feeling the same thing-our paths were slowly bringing us together, meeting at a point neither of us could see yet.

Now of course we see the path clearly. In hopefully just a few months, I will be joining my sister in Uganda to work with the organization she co-directs with her friend Hannah (who founded the ministry with her late husband), Petros Zoe Initiative. In two years they have started a vocational school, mentoring programs, sports teams, a teenage pregnancy center, among other incredible things. And soon I will be helping to launch something brand new-a foster care program.

Uganda is a very young country, and there are many kids who are in need of a healthy and happy home. But the problem is much, much deeper than just that. There are so many factors that lead to kids winding up in orphanages, or on the street. Limited access to education, the desperate need to earn an income in a country of high unemployment, and the appeal of turning to crime or prostitution for a “quick fix” to problems are just a few issues that desperately need to be addressed in order for families to remain strong. And that is why our foster care system will be just one of the many ways that Petros Zoe is working to bring healing to communities. The people and resources are already there. We are just opening up the opportunities, and watching as kids and youth (and future foster parents!) begin to reach the full potential God has planned for them.

Our goal is to train a group of capable foster care parents, who will be surrounded by a community of people ready to provide support in any way needed. And while the concept of foster care does exist in Uganda, it is still a pretty new and underutilized concept in most areas. I have never been a part of developing something from the ground up, and it excites me as much as it terrifies me.

Since Petros Zoe is such a new organization, there aren’t a lot of extra funds to go around, which is why I am going to Uganda as a self-funded missionary. I already have an incredible support team who have decided to be a part of the amazing things happening in Uganda (thank you guys!!), but I am not quite at my financial goal! If just 8 people committed to supporting me with a $50 monthly gift, I would be fully funded and ready to get this foster care system off the ground.

Has this idea of a foster care program made you as excited as it has made me? I would be honored to have you as part of my team, to celebrate successes with you and to share and receive prayer requests.

If you would like to partner with me with a one-time or monthly gift, just go to my fundraising page here!

I will be using this blog to keep you updated on everything happening, so be sure to sign up for email updates if you would like to keep up with the news. Thank you so much for being in my life and for helping me in this next chapter in my life!

I can’t wait to see this amazing view again!