Hey, Vigilantes, have I told you lately how much I adore you? I have? Well, let me tell you again. I love you to smithereens.
Not a single day goes by that I don’t hear things like, “Hey, Alicia, what can I do to help you?” or “Is there something specific you need donations for?” or “How can I specifically pray for you?”
And I can barely even talk about the donations that just show up without fanfare. Little PayPal notices in my inbox, crumpled bills shoved in my hand when we bump into each other at the grocery store, and white envelopes in my mailbox with notes like, “Use this to do something good.”
I’m beyond grateful to get to do this work with you.
I feel like when I go to Uganda, you all go with me. And I love that. This isn’t my story or my adventure, it’s ours and I don’t want you to miss a second of it. You don’t either? Good.
Many of you follow our blog and I’m glad because it’s the place I get to write all the long, beautiful stories Vigilante Kindness is part of, but I want you to see the smaller moments, too, like this one of my favorite street sign in Uganda. I can’t help it, it makes me giggle every time.
I’ll be posting all of the little moments and photos to go along with them on the Vigilante Kindness Facebook page. I hope you’ll take a moment to pop over there and like our page so you can see every sweet, hilarious, lovely morsel of our story unfold.
The other reason I’m posting today is because the weeks leading up to returning to my Ugandan home are always trying-so many humps, er, bumps pop up unexpectedly in an effort to derail the trip. It happens every year at the same time, always strange, strange things and the timing is too coincidental to be ignored. So would you say a quick prayer or a long prayer or whatever kind of prayer suits your fancy that God would continue to guide and protect me these next couple of weeks? I’d appreciate it so very much.
Lots of love to you, sweet Vigilantes,