All of our produce comes from the open market. As we spent time in Kampala and noticed the produce available in grocery stores there, I realized one of the big differences between the big city and Gulu: shopping. In order to eat, we have to go to the open market. It's a time for relationship building, Acholi practice, and learning. I cannot slip into a grocery store, anonymous, with all my children in tow. I cannot take Gracie routinely to the market since there is no guarantee that the "aisles" will be clear enough for her wheelchair. BUT, buying produce is a time of laughter, smiles, greetings, curious babies peeking over mama's produce stand at the mzungu baby on my back... it's not a quick errand to run... I have to find a babysitter who I trust with Gracie... But, as I feed my family, I'm drawn into the community more. I don't think I'd trade the open market experience for the anonymity and ease of the big stores in the city!
We are in Liberia - the electricity goes in and out because the generator is having trouble keeping up these days! So hopefully it will stay on long enough to post and the internet connection will allow me this luxury! We were united with precious Gracie on Thanksgiving day - I will write more about this later. But, oh! is Gracie a joy! She is so beautiful, so joyfilled, and a bit mischievious. Her physical limitations do not permit her to accomplish much mischief, but we can tell that she is trying to push some limits already. If we were not in love with her already, she is irresitable and such a treasure and blessing from God. In our two days together, she has not cried once. She spends most of her days smiling, she loves to snuggle (good match for us!), and has the most contagious laugh! Life takes more effort for her - her cerebral palsy is moderate and every activity is a challenge and is clearly tiring for her. Meal times (which she loves) take a long time and much patience and d
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