Uganda Children's Choir and Tubee?

Last night our church held a special concert. The Hope For Africa Children's Choir from the East Africa UMC Conference performed. The children range in age from 5 to 12. All of these children have faced great adversities and are still full of energy and hope. There was not one child in the group of 23 that had not lost at least one parent to disease, war, or civilian terror.

A particular little girl stood out to me. She was one of the tallest girls and stood in the back of row. She smiled and danced and sang her little heart out. Towards the end of the performance, she was asked to come and talk to the congregation. It took her a moment to collect her thoughts. (She had probably never talked in front of that many people in her life!) She told of being on her mother's back as a young child and walking through the streets in Africa. Her mother was attacked a killed while carrying her child ON HER BACK! This little girl was found lying in a bush hiding next to her mother's body. A good Samaritan took her in and has raised her. She wants to be a bishop in the United Methodist Church when she grows up. Amazing!

All of these children are poverty stricken. Most of them have lost both parents.

Seeing these children and hearing their stories made me think about how truly lucky we are. I worry about trivial things like whether Olivia's clothes match and if her hair bow coordinates. These kids worry about where their next meal will come from and if someone else that they love will soon die from HIV or Malaria. We have it so good!

We left the performance last night feeling energized and grateful. When we got home, Adam said "Boy, the stories of those kids make the stresses of work seem silly and non-existent!" So true!

When we got home, I began focusing some of my positive energy on laundry, straightening the house, and tidying up the kitchen. Adam came into the bedroom and began putting away the folded clothes and tidying the bedroom. Around 9:30 p.m., I went into our bathroom to fill the tub for Olivia's bath and....





That's right folks! Tubee and Tish had been discarded. I stopped dead in my tracks. I looked at the roll. I looked in the trash. I was in SHOCK. I came out of the bathroom and asked Adam "Did someone tell you to change the toilet paper roll?" He said "No why?" (Puzzled?) Then the whole "Tubee Chronicle" came pouring out. The Husband Experiment, the Blog, the Days in Counting...he was less than excited! I admit, I would be upset too if he were chronicling my untidy habits.(Not that there are any!) Anyway, he got over it pretty quickly and as we were getting ready to turn out the lights he said "So, how many days had it been since I changed the roll?"

I grinned. Who's counting anyway?