Missing Home

It's so weird how you don't know what you have until it's gone....

In May I went to Uganda for about two and a half weeks. While I was there I was so frustrated with myself and God because I couldn't understand why all of my teammates were so in love with the place. I was hot and I missed home and all of the familiar things. A couple of weeks after I got home I started to realize how much I missed it. Especially the children. I miss my Mary, Esther, Tina, and Munchkin. There is a hole in my heart that misses them everyday. I just want to hold them and kiss them again. I also miss the simplicity and never knowing what time things were going to happen. Now, I sit at work and watch as the time slowly slips away, counting down until 5:00. I want to go back so badly, and next time I'll cherish every moment. I miss the dirt roads and the smiles of all of the people when they saw us walk by. I miss the mosquito nets and the green grass that grew everywhere. I miss the blue skies that were so blue you wouldn't believe it. I miss having a rainbow every afternoon to remind us of the joy that God has instilled in that place. The Lord is working there and I am so happy that I was a part of it. I pray that one day he will send me back to that place. There are not words to describe the joy and love that I have gained from that experience.

I am in the process of preparing a presentation for my church and looking at all of these pictures makes me want to jump on a plane and be there tomorrow. In the meantime I need to pray for them and pray that the children can still feel our love and that the Lord is still keeping his watchful eye on all of our friends.