First of all, I’m realizing right in this moment that I never formally announced it…….. but I am OFFICIALLY FULLY FUNDED!! The faithfulness of our Father has never been more tangible. It’s real. It’s happening.
I actually board a plane (several planes) tomorrow. TOMORROW. 25 hours of travel starting at 1:35pm central time.
Nashville –> Detroit –> Amsterdam –> Kigali, Rwanda –> Entebbe, Uganda
And honestly, you guys… I’m brain dead. It’s been a whirlwind of transition this last month and goodbyes have never been my strong suit. This has truly been the beginning of relearning (again) what it feels like to have Jesus meet me in my weaknesses. For every sweet moment of excitement, there’s definitely been a bitter one that’s left a brutal sting. You can rarely say yes without saying no to something else, even if temporarily. It’s the worst feeling.
And then there’s all the last-minute shopping…
And the packing….
I’m set to arrive in Kampala, the capital of Uganda, at 10:20pm local time on Tuesday the 6th (2:20pm central time here). I’ll have smiling faces and open arms of dear friends waiting for me right outside baggage claim, and then we’ll head to the hotel and I will CRASH. After a few days in Kampala stocking up on things, a couple teammates and I will load the car and begin the 6-7 hour car ride to Bundibugyo.
As I’m writing this, I’m fighting off tears. Please pray for the emotional roller coaster that’s hitting full force tomorrow. How I long to be back living life in the East African jungle; but oh, how I hate leaving my people.
Also, pray that the travel goes smoothly with all bags/trunks in tow. That’s very much on the forefront of my brain… bags have a way of disappearing when one changes planes 3 times.
And pray for my closest Nashville community here. If I know they’re being lifted up in prayer, my heart will rest easier.
I’ve said this many times before, but thank you. Thank you. You’ve walked alongside me, prayed for me, prayed for my people, partnered with me financially, met logistical and physical needs along the way, fed me, caffeinated me, and loved me so much better than I ever thought possible.
Tomorrow begins a new season of trusting Jesus to reveal himself to me in the rural mountains of west Uganda. I’m buckling my seatbelt, but I need y’all to do the same.
We’re in this together, after all.