As we drove to and from Kampala yesterday, every tree and blade of dry grass bent forlornly beneath its blanket of red dirt. Fields are barren.
Yet even now nature quietly defies this dormant season with splashes of color.
Our canopy of magenta bougainvillea never relents.
The papaya trees in the backyard don't curse the sun, they celebrate it.
And when we turn them, along with the pineapples, bananas, and passion fruit, into that familiar Friday smoothie, we celebrate it too.
God has a purpose for every season, and so we celebrate this one...and pray for rain. (And, no, I don't think that's a contradiction! :))