Ten Million Fireflies

Tonight we caught fireflies!! It was super fun to just hang out with family and take a break from my online history course that is literally robbing my soul. Remember friends, to take advantage of the little moments in life with the sweetest breaths of Thanksgiving. 

Lots of Love

Katy 

Hick's Wedding

This was such a beautiful and sweet wedding. The ceremony was at the botanical gardens and the reception was at the Thistle House. Many blessings to Mr. and Mrs. Hicks. 

Lots of Love

Katy 

You Make Beautiful Things

I've decided to expand my blogging horizons. I have been taking alot of pictures lately with my cannon and blowing up my facebook with the pictures. I thought it would be so kind to have a spot with just a few of my best pictures that people could look at without having to go through so many pictures!! So, Musings of a Morrical is going to be experiencing some major changes including, possible name change, design change, and overall function change. I want my blog to serve as a spot for photo blogging as well as personal blogging. So, lets see how it goes friends and be sure to tell me what you think.

I am by no means a professional photographer and would never claim that over myself. These pictures are just my sweet little attempt to capture the beautiful things my God makes for us every day. Here are some examples:

Lots of Love,
Katy

Auwma - Africa Part III

This is a beautiful story of how I obtained my Acholi name. As usual I went into the city of Gulu with my partner. As we were wandering the African streets we came across two women with a baby and small son. We talked with one of the women named Rose de Auwma for awhile and then asked if we could pray for her.

She began to tell us that she had severe pain in her back and hips. The pain was so bad she couldn't walk or stand. My partner prayed for her and she said she felt better. We asked her to tell us exactly how she was feeling. She responded saying that her area of injury was hot and tingling, this was a sure sign that the spirit was moving. 

Then I began to pray for my dear Rose. I placed my hands directly on her hips. As I prayed she prayed right along with me in Acholi. It was one of the most beautiful things I have ever heard. When we finished praying she could stand. We prayed again. Rose said she didn't feel better but she felt like there were angels in the room and that more were on their way. We prayed again. When the final Amen rang, she popped her head up and never in my whole life had one word been so powerful. All she said was "watch." She proceeded to walk across the room with no imperfections. She could walk. Rose was healed. 

The funny thing is that right before this my partner had been feeling sick. She asked me to pray for her and I jokingly told her that God had not given me the gift of healing. He proved me wrong within the course of an hour!

After Rose had been healed she decided to give us all Acholi names. She saved me for last. She named me Auwma. I asked her what it meant and she responded saying that it was a family name. It was also her name. She told me that she wanted to gave me a name of honor. She told me that now I am one with her and her family. There is no greater honor. I belong to an Acholi family. Auwma will always remind me of this trip and the freedom that I found. 

Lots of Love, 

Katy Auwma 

Sandra - Africa part II

The first story from my incredible trip to Gulu, Uganda is about a flight attendant named Sandra. Let me begin by describing what the journey to Africa looked like: Take a charter bus from Abilene to Dallas,  fly out of DFW to Amsterdam (I WAS IN THE NETHERLANDS), layover in Amsterdam,flight from Amsterdam to Entebbe, and a Drive in a tiny little bus from Amsterdam to Gulu

It was a long trip, to say the least; however, I absolutely loved it. Amsterdam spoke to my heart. Something about it stirred me even though I was only in the airport. Everything was so green and beautiful, the men were freakishly tall and good looking, not to mention people stare all the time and it is absolutely normal. That is my kind of place.

On the flight to Amsterdam my soul was moved by a wonderful flight attendant named Sandra. Sandra is an amazing picture of servanthood and humility.  She genuinely cared for each person she served. I was sitting next to Jessica and we both noticed her beautiful soul. Every time she came around she would stop at our seats and tell us about her life and testimony, it was powerful to say the least.

As hours passed by I felt an urging of the Lord to write  her an encouragement card. Right as I was about to tell Jessica this, she was one step ahead of me. She too had heard from the Lord and was already pulling out paper and pen. So, we wrote a simple card of encouragement.

We handed it to her as we left the plane. She was encouraged before she even read it. As I was standing in line to board the flight to Entebbe I saw Sandra running up to me. With tears in her eyes, she gave me one of the biggest hugs I have ever received. She told me how much she appreciated it. Her heart was stirred and moved deeply. This wonderful woman's heart was dramatically shifted and all it took was a tiny amount of effort on my part. I pray that Sandra will continue to see the heart Jesus has for her.

As I stood in the middle of an airport, with a sobbing flight attendant,  in a foreign country I realized that we were created to love. Love has the power to connect you to complete strangers from entirely different continents. What if we challenged ourselves to write one encouraging note a day. Sandra was so loving and encouraging you would have never guessed she needed encouragement. Im beginning to believe that those are the people who need it the most.

REMEMBER: EVERYONE NEEDS ENCOURAGEMENT!!

Jesus replied, "Love the Lord your God with all your heart and all your soul and with all your mind. This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.' All the law and prophets hand on these two commandments." Mathew 22:37-40

Lots of Love
Katy

Oh, The Places You'll Go -- Africa Part I

The clock ticks slowly as I sit and wait in anticipation. Not even the sun dared to rise at such an hour as this. As I sit motionless in my house I feel my breath drawing deeper still. Suddenly the loud buzz of my phone stirs me into motion. The time had come, from this point on I would never be the same. A twenty-year old, browned eyed girl was about to leave the country.

I woke, tangled in a mosquito net, to the sound of children laughing. I proceeded to take a shower where I failed to find even the slightest trace of warm water ... this is Africa. I'M IN AFRICA! The trip was a solid thirty-four hours. Let me make known, that spending time in third world countries has never been on the top of my to-do list; however, I am in Love with a God who calls me to do crazy things.  My Father gives me a spirit of adventure that I would surely lack without Him.

As I step out onto the orange African soul I am certain of nothing and ready for anything. No Reservations. No retreats. No Regrets. The adventures that awaited me in Africa were none that I could ever imagine. The people that I encountered, the places I saw, and the God I loved altered my frail sense of reality.

In the next couple of entries I will share with you the individual stories that happened to me while i was in Gulu, Uganda. I hope this preview gave you a taste of what is to come.

A Poem from the Secret Place

Father,

This morning I rise

The clock I despise!!

Your heart I seek 

But my flesh is weak.

I find I'm walking through a dark valley

The trials and afflictions I tally.

However, this suffering is my duty 

For out of ashes is beauty.

My soul aches,

My heart breaks.

The nightmares are real

The enemy came to steal.

The darkness closes in 

But alas! I will not sin!

My God is jealous for me 

Through Him the darkness flees.

My heart will be made whole.

Hallelujah, there is rest for my soul.

Lots of Love,

Katherine E Morrical