by Emily | Aug 21, 2023 | Asia, Equipping Mothers, Happenings in India, Happenings in Sri Lanka, Lulu Mamas, Sustainability
Dear Friends — It is so good to meet with you here, again. We love and appreciate each one of you, and how you stand with us so we can serve God’s people with radical love. (To learn more about The Lulu Tree’s philosophy of ministry, please go here.)... 
by Lulu Stories | Jun 19, 2023 | Biblical Training, Equipping Mothers, Equipping Pastors, Happenings in Uganda, Lulu Brothers and Sisters, Our Vision, Sustainability, Testimonies, The Lulu Team, World Missions
Post by Erica Hale, Lulu’s Vice President “To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the... 
by Lulu Stories | Jun 5, 2023 | Biblical Training, Equipping Pastors, Orphan Spirit, Our Vision, Sustainability, The Lulu Tree philosophy
When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee… ~ Isaiah 43:1 “They came to kill me at my home.” He says this around a bite of banana stew. His name is Simeon. Dressed in a purple shirt with a priest’s... 
by Emily | Oct 10, 2022 | Happenings in India, Lulu Mamas, Sustainability, Uncategorized
Dear Lulu Tree Family — we asked our partners in north and south India if they would share stories from the tailoring centers of the mothers who are being trained so they can care for their families. Following are those stories, straight from the source. Be... 
by Lulu Stories | Apr 25, 2022 | Biblical Training, Happenings in Uganda, Sustainability
by Erica We’ve driven through miles of dusty, rugged road, past fields where women work the rusty soil, their babies sleeping on their backs while the equatorial sun shines warm around them in the thick, humid air. We pass a cluster of brick kilns, great beehive-like... 
by Lulu Stories | Dec 6, 2021 | Happenings in South Sudan, Sustainability
By Mommy Emily It’s night when we finally arrive at the camps, the cicadas singing and the whites of the stars blinking brighter than they ever seem to at home. The quiet darkness is quite the contrast to the five-hour-long bus ride we took from Kampala to Gulu,...