Wednesday, April 29, 2015

One Year Ago...

One year ago, on this day, my grandmother passed away. 365 days ago. After years of her brain being affected by Alzheimer's Disease, her body gave up the fight. In many ways, I hadn't had much of a connection to her for several years. She had forgotten my name, she had lost track of who I was, but she was always happy to see me. She always recognized me as a familiar person. If you have never experienced loving a person with Alzheimer's it is a very tough battle. It requires patience, perseverance, and a lot of love and forgiveness. It is scary and frequently frustrating. It takes a toll on close loved ones who want nothing but the best, but feel inadequate to provide it. My grandmother had Alzheimer's, but my grandmother was not Alzheimer's. There were years leading up to the diagnosis that my grandmother had a very sharp mind. In fact, I believe it was sharper than most. She had a knack for remembering little details, and telling stories. She was a great wife, sister, friend, daughter, mother, and grandmother. There have been many days since her passing that I feel her smiling down at me. There are little pieces of her around every corner of our home. Truth is, I learned a lot from that little lady. Here are some of the nuggets of wisdom I have gained.

  • There is very little that chocolate cannot fix. 
My grandmother always had a smorgasbord of candy in her home. An entire candy buffet. There was never any reason to go without. If the last piece of your favorite candy was gone, there was always refills.
  • Always look up.
One of my grandmother's favorite things to do was look at the clouds. Making shapes out of shapeless white wisps. Smiling up at the endless blue sky. This is a good lesson in more ways than one. Chin up, beautiful, God's got this.
  • Family is everything.
No matter what, family is first. My grandmother spent years taking care of her mother who was also affected by Alzheimer's. She was an incredible wife, sister, mother, and grandmother. She took care of a lot of boo boos, emotional and physical. She raised my father to be the incredible man he is. She cherished every second of life with her husband and poured her heart and soul into her twins. Family is something you can't replace. Get together often, love them, forgive them, take care of them, cherish them.
  • Celebrate the holidays to the maximum potential. 
Homemade Easter baskets, Christmas hams, fireworks, birthday cakes. Birthdays are not a holiday, but they sure felt like one in her home. My grandmother never let a holiday pass without decorations and celebrating.
  • Creeper mouse isn't so creepy.
This is a weird one. My grandmother used to crawl her hands on me as a young child and recite a poem in a deep, gravely voice. She did it to all of us. It honestly scared me when I was young, but it always ended with a tickle. She "creeper moused" all young children.
These were the last words that I heard my grandmother say coherently. She recited the poem to my cousin's son. They were clear, crisp, and so full of feeling. Her mind gone and her body failing.

These words were recited at her funeral...I think of them often. 

"Creeper Mouse, Creeper Mouse, I'm going to Jesus' house."
  • Be resilient.
My grandmother lived to be 94...she saw a LOT in her day. She dealt with the depression, development of technology, the death of her husband, and so much more. Each time she got knocked down, she got back up. Unscathed.
  • Always be quiet, sit still, and listen in church.
Both of my parents were in the church choir. My mom singing and my dad directing. This left little bitty me in the care of my sweet grandmother during a long church service. Werther's Originals, gum, crayons, and a lot of pinching and elbows got me through an hour service week after week. I learned that being quiet in church is expected. Now that I'm an adult, I appreciate sitting still and listening a bit more.
  • Building a sandwich is an art.
Grilled cheese, PB&J, and cold cut sandwiches were never made, they were built. My grandmother would always say, "I'm going to build you a sandwich." She made the best sandwiches. You could taste the love in every single bite.
  • You can never have too many kitchen gadgets...
Boxes and boxes and boxes are still in my kitchen. After Kevin and I got married and moved into my grandmother's home there have been so many things of hers that have popped up. Cookie press, wisks, spoons, jar openers, egg beaters.
  • or art supplies.
You never know when the art monster will strike. Crayons, canvas, paint, yarn, fabric, needles, paper...you MUST have it all. Creativity is something we were created for.
  • Cookies are an adequate breakfast.
During times of track out, I would spend them with my grandma and grandpa. Their morning activity of choice: walking in the mall. After this, my grandmother would sit at a table with people of similar age and talk about current events, gossip, and complete the daily crossword puzzle in the paper while they guzzled free coffee and breakfast from the mall food court.  My breakfast-a cookie. Never failed. I guess I didn't qualify for the senior citizen discount at the Burger King. Cookies are better anyway.
  • Appreciate dollar store barbies. 
Usually after this cookie breakfast of champions, I would get to go to the dollar store. I cannot tell you how many dollar store barbies I owned, but they were mine, they were from my grandmother, and they were AWESOME. 



I love you, Grandma. I hope that you are having the time of your life at Jesus' house. I miss you every day. I cannot thank you enough for teaching me, molding me, and making me a part of who I am today. You are precious. 







Thursday, April 9, 2015

The Start of a New Journey

I shared in my last post that God said he had something for me right now.

By something I mean that He is sending me to:

UGANDA!!!

I would like to take a moment and share my story!

Uganda, and specifically Watoto have been in my heart for a long long time, but God never said: "Lora, it's your time to go."

A little history, I began sponsoring an orphan in the Bbira village of Watoto in Uganda in 2012. Her name is Sarah. I frequently receive letters updating me on her favorite activities and pieces of art she has made me. Here are some examples:
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The Watoto childrens choir has visited our church a couple of times. The first time they came I was given the opportunity to meet the choir and serve them and their leaders dinner before their beautiful concert. 
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Watoto is a Christian based organization that rescues endangered and orphaned women and children. Each woman is then partnered with no more than 8 children (some may be her own biological children) and the woman is put in a position to raise these children as her own. She is looked at as their mum! 

I've always wanted to go, I've dreamed of going, but it was never the right time...until now.

A few weeks ago (3/27/15) I was speaking to a new found friend of mine, Cary, about the mission work she is doing in Belize. Her team leaves on Saturday--please join me in praying for them! I felt my heart begin to stir. I went to our Global Hope website through my church (Hope Community Church in Raleigh, NC) and saw that one of the missions trips they are planning for this year is a women's trip to Uganda, Africa. Immediately, I knew I had to look into more about this trip. The rest of the evening as I tried to relax, my mind just kept coming back to thoughts of travelling to Watoto.

During my quiet time the next morning I wrote in my prayer journal: "Uganda?" I closed it after my time with God and waited for an answer.

A few days later on 3/31/15 I received an email. Some of you may know that Kevin and I work in the 3 year old preschool room each Sunday at church. We enjoy it and teach the preplanned lessons that are sent to us. I received this email with April lessons and the bible verse for the month was Matthew 28:19

"Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit." 

I remember sitting and staring at the computer thinking....okay, well, that's my sign. Honestly, I tried to push it away for several days and I tried not to think about it. At that point it was revealed, "how can I teach this to a bunch of 3 year olds if I'm not willing to step out in faith and do it myself."

Then, this past weekend, was our trip to Charlotte.  You can read about that experience here. As I said before, God did have something bigger for me...he is pulling and tugging at my heart to go to Uganda!

The next day there was a prescheduled interest meeting at the church. After hearing what we would be doing my heart has sort have burst into flames over the work we will be doing there. The cost of the trip is a little daunting, but I will need to trust God with that detail. I believe as a woman we are supposed to support and foster other women in their journey.  Why do I believe that, well...it's simple. Titus 2: 3-5 says:

"Likewise, teach the older women to be reverent in the way they live, not to be slanderers or addicted to much wine, but to teach what is good. Then they can urge the younger women to love their husbands and children, to be self controlled and pure, to be busy at home, to be kind, and to be subject to their husbands, so that no one will malign the word of God."

Women are to help other women as mentors, teachers, and friends. I learned during this meeting that this trip is specifically designed for about 15 women to go to Watoto to love on the mums of Watoto. To pamper them, disciple to them, love them, listen to them, help them, etc. 

Every day since the interest meeting I have woken up to feelings of "well, you don't have to go" and "it's really scary over there" and "that's a really long plane ride for someone who doesn't love to fly"--The truth is, I don't have to go, but I know that God is telling me to go, and can you imagine what I would miss out on if I didn't follow his calling in my life.  Truthfully I wake up with these feelings, and before I even arrive at work God happens in one way or another (music, phone cals or messages from friends, scripture, etc.) and reminds me that I am on the right track.  

This song has been on repeat in my life lately. When I heard it, it was one of those times I was pushing the idea of going as far away as I could. I have learned that this trip and this time I am able to spend has nothing to do with me. It has everything to do with God and what He will do in the hearts of those of us who are lucky enough to be used and the hearts of those we are going to see. It's way beyond little old me. 


So, what can you do?? I can currently think of 4 things:

1) Pray!  
I am seeking prayer warriors to pray for me, my team, and the women we are going to disciple to. Pray for our safety, our fundraising, our trip, our friends, our families. Pray that the women we will meet will be blessed and touched by our meeting and becoming friends. We are sisters of the most Holy God...the distance of the globe does not touch that! Feel free to send me facebook messages, snail mail, text, phone calls. Anything to spur me on in this journey would be greatly appreciated more than you would ever know.

2) Donate! 
This trip will cost $2,880 including airfare, lodging, and food.  It will also cover one fun excursion on a Safari in the pearl of Africa. These funds need to be raised through fundraising prior to August, 2015.All donations are tax deductible. If you would like to send money for my trip you may send those donations or love letters to:

Lora Rogers 
P.O. Box 1264
Apex, NC 27502

You may also make a donation online here

Please make checks payable to "Hope Community Church" with Lora Rogers-Uganda Women's Trip October 2015 in the memo line
If you wish to send cash it needs to be in an envelope with Lora Rogers-Uganda Women's Trip October 2015 on the front of it. If you are using cash and would like your cash donation to be tax deductible please include your information (name, address, email) on the envelope as well.

In terms of these donations, I need to communicate that if more funds are raised than needed, the excessive funds will go to other members on my teams if needed or will be used for other mission endeavors (like supplies for our trip, other mission trips, etc.) at Global Hope's discretion. There will also be no refunds in the event that a participant can't go on a trip or the trip is cancelled. Funds may be held over for a rescheduled trip for up to a year.

3) Share!
If you feel led, please share my story. You never know who will have the desire to help!


4) Ask Questions! 
Please write letters to the PO box above, or send email to lorarogers14@gmail.com or comment if you have any questions.  I'd also love to hear stories about trips you've been on in the past or little words of encouragement!

Give thanks to the LORD, call on his name; make known among the nations what he has done.
–Psalm 105:1 

For more information on Watoto you could visit their website here
For more information on Global Hope at Hope Community Church you could visit their website here

Love you and thank you so much for your help!


Tuesday, April 7, 2015

The Dreaded Question

Me and God had a heart to heart this past weekend. I'm so glad to have peace and understanding.

It seems lately, everywhere we go, Kevin and I are approached with the questions "so, when are you going to have kids".  The question can be phrased and come out in a lot of different ways. The initial feeling strikes me like a low blow to the stomach. I'm pretty sure I make an ugly face. Of course I want children, I love children and always have. Of course this is something Kevin and I have talked about, and happily are on the same page. I understand that this is a logical "next step" for a couple of young marrieds.  Each and every time this questions is asked of me, it lingers in my mind for hours, days, weeks. It is a question that has been asked of me since we got engaged. What offends me most is that this is the only question asked. I provide my response, and the conversation is typically over. No one asks about my job (which I love), my hobbies (which I love), where I grew up, what my parents or sisters, or nieces and nephews are like, my favorite TV shows, the book I'm reading...

For years I have struggled with thoughts of inadequacy, and insecurity. Let me tell you, my husband, quite opposite of me, is someone who is typically unphased by most things from other people. He is VERY good at living in his own little bubble and only inviting others in his bubble if it is someone he wants to have there. There are frequently days that I wish I could learn this skill, then realize it wasn't my skill to have. That's what makes him, him, and me, me.

This is where God stepped in. This past weekend, the question bomb was dropped. Kevin and I standing next to each other. Answering the same questions time after time after time. Going to sleep that night was difficult. I wondered, "why does it bother me so much?" "Why do I care?" "Why do other people want to be all up in our business?" Truthfully, I was angry. Those feelings of inadequacy started creeping in. My thoughts were set on repeat of not having an identity until I am a mother. No one cares about learning about me and what I'm doing with my life...they just want to know when I'm going to produce a Lora or Kevin Jr. I felt broken.

As I sat in the passenger seat of the car the next morning, it clicked. God tapped me on the shoulder and said "Little girl, you are worth more than that!" "Little girl, it doesn't matter what they think." "Little girl, I haven't messed up yet, trust me and my timing." "Little girl, I'll let you know when you're ready to begin the journey as a parent." "Little girl, you are okay and so happy with being a wife right now, enjoy it, because once a little one comes--it will never be just the two of you again." "Little girl, maybe I have something else I want you to do right now that you won't be able to do after kids come along." "Little girl, calm down, take a deep breath, I have plans for you."

Truthfully, I don't even know if I am going to struggle with infertility or miscarriages yet, but I can't imagine how heartbroken I would be if I did and was asked this question repetitively. I live in a state of heartbrokeness for my friends who struggle in this area. If the questioning bothers me so badly, I can't imagine how it feels to be living in the midst of that sort of struggle while dealing with the questions.

I suppose I wrote all of this to say:
1) If you are the question asker--maybe it would behoove you to stop asking and take some time to get to know the person you are asking, maybe they are waiting for a reason, maybe they are seriously hurting and broken from infertility or past miscarriages and just waiting for someone to talk to who seems like they halfway care. Maybe they want to enjoy life as a young married, after all, 90% of the people who ask the question and pester you to have kids probably wish they had waited a little longer anyway.
2) If you are the questions receiver-know that you are not alone. Know that God has a plan for you. Know that you are so loved.