leaving on a jet plane.

Well. All good things come to an end at some point. I have mixed emotions about leaving. I am sad, happy, confused, a little nervous. But there are so many good memories here. And...once Africa is in your blood....it never gets out. I will be back here. I am not sure when....but it will happen.

Here are a list of some of the memories I will always remember.

-singing in the kitchen with Hannah and Courtney while cooking Italian
- not being able to eat freshly slaughtered goat on my first day because the guys had hung the skin up on the wall
-going to Gulu and eating goat on a stick through the bus window and surviving 400 speed bumps there and back
-bathing in a bucket in the middle of the night in the middle of the yard in gulu
- the first time I went to the babies homes and heard the babies call me Mommy
-being on the taxi with Catherine and the Mocha Boys and them all having to smell my arms because of the woman with rotten fish in a basket (don't ask)
-two words. jungle trekking
-living in true Christian community at the Morris house
- crazy boda rides with Loring
-going to the deaf school and learning sign language
-"leading" a choir
-dancing at the Remand Home
-teaching to children that don't know english
-using my first aid kit to bandage up children
-little Jacob's smile
-Maria's laugh
-the deaf boy with Beautiful blue eyes
-seeing real Safari animals!!!
-serving the Lord and learning what that truly looks like
-learning to love with Christ's love
-healing
-seeing prayers answered


Oh the memories. This was such a blessing that the Lord would look upon me and use me for His glory. I am coming home a new woman. And that is exactly what I had prayed for.

h.o.m.e.

is where I am headed. everything will still be there. It is me who has changed!