Kisses From Katie
From Prom Queen To Missionary
Because Of One Women's Righteousness, Many Were Made Righteous

katie davis, amazima, 2 Corinthians 5:14

The Kisses from Katie Page was Penned & Compiled By Peter O'Neill

In 2007 The Homecoming Queen,

Class President & Valedictorian From

Brentwood, Tennessee Gave Up Everything...

For This...

Katie Davis, matthew 6:10, on earth as it is in heaven

And This...

katie davis, cleaning the floor, uganda missionary

And This...

And This...

And This...

And This...

katie davis holding children, amazima mission, africa

And This...

kisses for katie, putting children to sleep

And This...

And This...

katie davis and adopted children, Uganda Mission

And This...

And This...

thanksgiving african style, funny thanksgiving, katie davis

And This...

katie davis by river with adopted children

And This...

katie davis caring for child, uganda africa, mission

And This...

katie davis, walking with children, uganda

And This.... Again

And This...

Katie Who Was Set For Worldly Success...

Gave It All Up For God

To Be A Missionary In

A Remote Region Of Uganda,

Central Africa

map, location, amazima mission, uganada, africa

Believe You Me... It Was Not Easy
(And That Is An Understatement)

Because She Faced A Group Of Folks

Whose Lives Were

Trapped In A Cycle Of

Hopelessness

Where Basic Human Needs Were Unavailable Starvation

And Sickness
Was A Way Of Life

If You Think I'm Kidding Look At One Of Her First Posts From Her Blog

From Katie's Blog (one of her first posts) Saturday, October 6, 2007

The classroom i teach in is between the animal feeding grounds and the pit latrines, so my classroom is constantly filled with the smell of waste, animal and human.

The weather is stifling here; the moment i step out of my icy shower, i begin to sweat.

I sleep under a mosquito net to avoid getting bit by mosquitoes infected with malaria among other diseases, but i still cant avoid ants and crickets in my bed.

In my bathroom lives a rat the size of a house cat and there are a few bats in the shower. this morning i almost grilled a lizard in my toaster.

Fred, my piki man is almost always late, sometimes runs into cows, runs out of gas, or forgets to warm me of impending pot holes.

When i walk home, i am hit on by at least ten disgusting, crude men, most 20 years older than me.

When it rains, the awful roads turn into muddy swamps, making it nearly impossible to go anywhere.

For lunch and dinner we eat posho, which is corn-flour boiled in water until it is thick and pasty. it tastes a little worse than elmer's glue.

Sometimes, the children are so dirty they actually reek; it is impossible to touch them without becoming filthy,

With the wind blowing red dust everywhere, it is impossible not to be filthy anyway.

A rooster crows around 5 to wake me up; that is if i havent already been up all night with a sick baby, or getting sick myself.

And to you, those sound like complaints. they are not; this is me, rejoicing in the Lord. because you see...

I love my tiny classroom. I love the hot sun on my face. I love my bed, cozy under my net after a long day. I love my home sweet home, all its creatures included. I love fred, my piki man. I love my long walks home, day or night, rain or shine. I love the beating, cleansing african rain. I love my african meals, prepared with such love and generosity. I love to be hugged and touched and jumped on and cuddled by the dirty street children. I love the cool, dusty breeze in my hair. I love every african sunrise, the cool and calm of a new morning. I love each and every day, each and every moment that I spend in this beautiful country; I rejoice in each breath that I take.