Today is my last morning to wake up here in Uganda. I can’t even put words on how I feel right now. I am so ready to squeeze my own babies and my husband. I’m ready to be home with them….
This place tho, it feels so bittersweet. There is a way of life here in Uganda that captures part of your heart. It captures something buried deep inside of you and it lights a fire there.
Look at these smiles and these faces. You know what? They have it all. They live life abundantly. We came to serve them, we came to *help* them, we came to give… Yet, they were the ones who gave to us. So fully and so well. They welcomed this Muzungo into their villages, their homes, and into their lives. They welcomed me with open arms and an open heart. No judgement, no expectations. Just love.
They served and blessed us everywhere we went. They showed me how to love and how to live more fully than I have ever before in my life.
I have no idea how I will ever explain to anyone, the experiences I’ve had here, or the ways in which my heart has changed. There probably just aren’t words that will do it justice.
I’ve learned that some things you have to experience for yourself, way down in the depths of your soul to fully understand.
Uganda. You have made me laugh and you have made me shed so many tears. You have taught me lessons I didn’t even know I needed to learn. I refuse to let this experience fade away from my heart or my mind. I will keep these heart lessons for always.
I will be back… Someday, somehow…. Who knows how this story will unfold. I know that this isn’t the last time I will walk on this red dirt.