Sunday in Uganda

We have been unable to go to church since we arrived in Uganda.  
I miss church so much.  
I love the people we pastor and 
I love hearing that handsome hubby of mine preach.  
So it has been misery not being 
able to go to church since arriving!

The first weeks I could not leave Ruby in the orphanage without us {precious baby girl had waited so long for a mommy, how in the world could I leave her once I saw her??}.  And Ruby was not allowed to go with us.  Then last week the director scheduled the final paperwork for exactly the same time as church.

So finally we were able to go today.  

Such refreshment to our souls and Ruby Grace loved the worship.  She fell asleep during the preaching 
{undoubtedly cause it wasn't her awesome daddy!}

This afternoon we are not doing much of anything.  

Emma's reading.  

I'm typing you.

I did try to get a picture of little Miss Ruby Grace 

who had started to smile after her bottle.

But as much as she smiled, I was just not fast 

enough to catch her royal highness smiling.

And then Emma started,

"Come on Ruby, smile for Mommy's bloggy friends.

The sooner you understand that this is part of your life now, 

smiling on demand will become so much easier.  

Come on Ruby, smile."  

Thanks Emma for getting her started on that.

And lastly,

this morning we were talking to a young woman 

just before going to church.

She was asking about Ruby Grace.

She also asked if Emma was my sister.

{Seriously???}  

{Seriously!}

I gasped, "No!  She is my 4th oldest child."  

She was incredulous!

"NOOO!  You could not have a daughter her age!"

"Oh, but I do - and older - I even have grandchildren!"

"Noooo!  I thought you were, ummmm, maybe 32!"

I laughed out loud.

32?

Apparently she had not been noticing when my glasses steamed up from the hot flash I had just minutes before our conversation.  

Ya' know the kind of hot flashin' thingy that makes a gal want to unzip her skin and climb out and run away?

Yeah, that kind.

So embarrassing.

And soooo stinkin' aggravating.

But we'll just keep that little hot flash thing to 

just between you and me, k?

Cause 32 sounds pretty doggone good to me.