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!
Living as before the face of God - as missionaries in Uganda with New Hope Uganda focused on strengthening the local Church.
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