Well, I am back from Zambia and it almost feels a bit more odd being here than it did being in Lusaka. It’s strange to realize that I won’t get to see my ten sweet boys every day. We are so blessed over here, so fortunate.  As I’m getting used to being back home I’m seeing all these difference between our culture and that of the orphans I was with just a few days ago.

I came home to a small clean apartment that I share with no one but my little furry kitties.

I sent one of my boys home to a 2 room house that he shares with 12 family members.

I am not looking forward to all the laundry I have to do now that most of my clothes are dirty.

        My boys wore the same clothes all week.

I have food that went bad in the fridge because I never got around to using it.

My boys often skip meals because there just isn’t any food.


And so I am reminded of the chorus of a certain hymn.


Count your blessings, name them one by one

Count your blessings, see what God hath done

Count your blessings, name them one by one

count your many blessings, see what God hath done.