Day 132 - Uganda

So I've been thinking a lot about Uganda lately - how much I miss it and how much I want to go back.

I know now that as much as I loved being there last year, part of me was overwhelmed by some of the things I saw and felt, and I think in a way it kind of surpressed the "powerfulness" of the experience and how connected I feel to Uganda and Africa in general.

It really hit home for me though last week when I saw the coverage of the earthquake in Haiti. I wrote in my last post about how I so wanted to just get on a plane and go there to help, but knew that financial aid was and is what they need right now. At one point while watching the footage, Uganda popped into my head - I think it was seeing an image of some young kids just sitting there, dazed and not knowing what to do - just physically they looked like some of the kids I met at an orphange in Uganda. I knew in that very instant that if something like that ever happened in Uganda, there is nothing that would keep me from getting on a plane and getting over there as fast as possible. The connections I made, the connections I'm sure we all made over there are still so strong and so real, and so comfortable and well - they're family. Even though I was only there for 2 weeks and some things there are so different, at the same time it was just so familiar. I'm not one to believe in past lives or anything, but in a sense I feel like I really belonged there - that that is where I'm supposed to be.

Anyway - I'm sure I could go on and on about this, so I'll end this posting by attaching some pics of my trip last year and saying that I'm very, eternally grateful for my experience in Uganda and am counting down the days until I can go back to my Ugandan sisters (Lilian & Betty), Damali, Baby Justine and Pastor Robert, Henry, Ivan, Farouq, and everyone else I met who touched my heart and started something wonderful . . .