Every night, Patience declares, "I am going to America tomorrow with Mommy."
Every night, we explain what we need to do next before that can happen.
Every night, I set out six sets of pajamas.
Every night, we have to tell Philip that he needs to stop running around naked and that it's time for pajamas.
Every night, I cuddle at least two children to sleep.
Every night, we secure mosquito nets around each child.
Every night, we say "Sedika" and "Webake" more times than we can count.
(That's "Quiet" and "Sleep" in Luganda.)
Every night, we have to confiscate at least one LeapPad from a child who snuck it into bed.
Every night, I check what's dry on the clotheslines and put it away.
Every night, Lee and I chat over coffee or soda and our hidden stash of Nutella.
Every night, we go to sleep, not knowing how many more nights we have in Uganda.
Every night, at least one child needs some help or assistance after we've fallen asleep.
Every morning, God's mercies are new for yet another Ugandan day as Dingle, party of 8.
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
“therefore I will hope in him.”
The Lord is good to those who wait for him,
to the soul who seeks him.
Lamentation 3:22-25
