I hear Luganda. Spoken all the time in my house. I walk through and hear women chatting, laughing, children playing, music playing. And I am thankful. I am reminded of where I am. And of who God has blessed me with. In my home. Living with me…I am surrounded by these precious people, their beautiful language, their culture. I am humbled. I pause in the middle of the hallway, smile, and say a prayer of thanks.