Red Dirt or Bust!

It’s been too long.  WAY too long if you ask me.  When your heart resides in two different places, every day you are not in the other place is a day too long.  I haven’t been on African soil in 8 months and I haven’t had that beautiful red dust of Uganda on my feet in 15 months.  I have ached every one of those days to be back in that place that seized my heart without my permission.  My mouth waters for a rolex, my skin craves that fierce sun, my ears tuned to hear that accent, my arms ache to hold those precious ones, my feet anxious to ‘bring good news’ again.  So I asked and waited and longed, and He’s making these things real again in just 60 days.

It looks a little different this trip and that kind of excites me.  Though I suppose each time has been uniquely its own.  That is the God I love after all, never boring, never predictable, always surprising.  I am anticipating an entirely new adventure that leaves me marveling, maybe even a little bit restless, over what He might have for this experience.  I’m really excited to be able to spend some time with my friends Damalie and David.  They have had a lot of changes in their lives and their ministry since I first met them almost 3 years ago.  It will be fun to celebrate with them some of the most recent changes like moving the babies into their newly built permanent home!  I am also looking forward to seeing my sponsored kids Bruhan and Iren.  They change so quickly and are growing up so fast I’m afraid I won’t recognize them!  I will get to see their new school and love on them for a few days.  It is sure to be a sweet time.  Other than that I will just be going where He says go and doing whatever He puts in front of me.

I’ll be honest.  I wanted to keep this a secret.  Not for secret sake really.  I just wanted to keep it to myself.  I’m kind of a private person anyway, shocker I know, and I wanted to have my own private experience with the LORD, soak up His presence that comes on these trips.  I didn’t want to tell of my plans or ask for supporters, didn’t want to feel like I needed approval from anyone or be tempted to look for an at-a-girl.  And then the Spirit reminded me that it isn’t about me and what I want, or don’t want.  It’s about His glory.  Always.  That means being a story teller with my life.  Sharing my experiences, inviting you in.  I must use every opportunity He places in front of me to tell my story and how He is weaving that into His GREATER story. 

I am looking for 3 weekly prayer partners, if that tugs at your heart shoot me an email.