By Mommy Emily   The Lulu Tree was born four years ago in Uganda, in the midst of one of the hardest years of my life. A year in which I had every reason to stop believing. But I clung. My husband and I clung. The Buddhists say to cling is to suffer. Christians, however,…

By Mommy Emily We arrive to a throng of people alive with hope the color of the lush green forests around them. They begin few – three miles out – a few young men and boys able to run the distance. Then they’re joined by school children in blue uniform, marching and singing. Soon the blue is joined by an array of yellows, reds and purples–women swaying hips and clapping hands and laughing as Sonnel’s Jeep motors slowly into Massaralie, the home…

By Mommy Emily We arrive in the evening, after 24 hours of flight. We arrive to the roar of a motorboat taking us across the waters to the mainland of this west African country founded by former slaves. We’re ushered into the country by boys who scramble to assist with our bags for a few “Leones”, …

Post by By Erica Hale, VP of The Lulu Tree I sweep pie crumbs from the counter into my open hand, wipe the sticky remains of cranberry sauce from the table. We’ve spent this week in thankful fellowship, the sound of laughter rising up above the warm scent of cinnamon and sage. When the leftovers…

By Mommy Emily   It’s like a long pencil-streak, this road I ride. A strip of ruler-straight asphalt, drawn past fields of wheat and canola. Sometimes I see deer with white tails, leaping through blades of wheat. Sometimes I hear frogs. Once, I saw a moose taking a swim in the dark in a pond…

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I have spent my whole life trying to be successful. I thought it was what we were supposed to do. Worse than that, I thought success was the mark of a blessed Christian. If God loves you he’ll bless you, says the prayer of Jabez and North America’s favorite verse, Jeremiah 29:11. His desire is…

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