When I left Uganda in October 2012, my feathers were ruffled and I was tired. The struggle of serving in Africa had taken its toll. My faith, my passion and hope were all bruised.
I remember thinking, “I don’t think I ever want to come back here. I am done!”
Now it’s October 2013 and I have a full year of rest, healing and reflection behind me. Last week, as I sat in Addis Ababa awaiting a final flight to Kigali, Rwanda for 5 weeks with 2 additional weeks in Uganda, I was elated. As I got off my flight, a cool and lovely morning greeted me. As I waited for shuttle two, I asked the airport representative if I could wait outside and take in the cool air. He looked me up and down and said, “Only you.” I made my first new African friend. 😉
For someone that specializes in communications, it’s ironic that I find it hard to explain why I am drawn back to Africa. Somehow it just seems that I belong here. Which makes no sense because I have never been any place less like my home , but somehow all my gifts, limitations and little quirks seem to work together to help me thrive.
Even more than that, I feel like I have so much to learn from my friends in Africa. Certainly living like Jaja is a master level class! And African worship is a treasure always! But more significantly, when I see people pushing against destiny—or hoping against hope as Paul says it—I am so inspired. And I want to help them in any way that I can. In my world that means helping people with spreadsheets, computers, communications and just walking alongside them.
So here I am again. Exploring God’s beautiful creation in eastern Africa and thanking him all along the way for the healing he has done in my heart, for the opportunity to do something I love and for the twists and turns he has ahead.
And who could really resist adorable faces like this little girl that I got giggling in Bugesera, Rwanda!