STORIES FROM THE LULU TREE
All of life is made up of stories. The Lulu Tree is dedicated to preserving our family’s stories, and representing the glory of God in every story we share.
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Stories from the Past…
A Ministry Born from Suffering
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,...
Musu and Me
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...
Founder’s Trip to Africa, November 2017: The Anthem of Sierra Leone’s Orphan
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...
Giving Tuesday–New Traditions (and the Lulu Gift Catalog)
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...
When God tells you your ministry is a bicycle
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...
The Greatest Poverty of All
[/column] [column width="1/1" last="true" title="" title_type="single" animation="none" implicit="true"] It’s a tired that runs deep, like a long aching river. I’m at a camp tucked deep in Saskatchewan, Canada, surrounded by grass and lakes, with a room full of Free...
Why We’re Fighting the Prosperity Gospel & the Damage It’s Done in Africa
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,...
The Hard Path of Helping Without Hurting
(a post by Mommy Emily) Her name was Solange. She was as thin as an extinguished matchstick, sitting there in the dark in her parents’ living room where she’d been confined to the corner for life because she was blind, and mute, and a disgrace to her people. They...
A Tractor, a Rocking Chair, and a Little Green Monkey
Post by Paula Bicknell On the last day of August, we loaded the tractor, the rocking chair, and the little green monkey. As the shipping container departed down our long, country driveway, I wondered if Cruz’s little green monkey would crawl out of his box, jump into...
Why We’re Building Dorms for Teenage Mothers in Uganda – September 2017
When I was praying one day I saw these girls, and they were lying on the ground, and big demon-like men were coming along and picking them up and throwing them in dumpsters. I cried out to God and He said, “Will you go and help them?” Friends, these girls are our teen...