So I am officially back in Kansas. I was scrolling through my old tweets this morning and came across one from September where I was reading in Zephaniah 3 and claiming the promises there for a homecoming miracle. God has indeed been good to me! I can't even begin to describe how blessed I am to be back with my family and friends and getting to enjoy them once again.
In a lot of ways this is incredibly surreal, and I keep thinking that I will wake up and be back on my mattress on the floor in Uganda. Then I pinch myself, blink 5 times fast, and I am still here. Every day is filled with fun and wonder. Which sounds INCREDIBLY cliche... but how do you make up for 16 months away from the most awesome nephew in the world? How do I give my mom enough hugs to make up for the fact that I wasn't there all those long nights in the hospital with my Grandma or to stand with her over the fresh grave? How do I say enough encouraging things or listen enough to support my Dad as he goes through the trying ordeal of going back to school. How do I catch up with my brothers and be the good big sister? How do I teach my little sisters how to not make all my same mistakes? How do I talk with my friends enough to make up for all those times we couldn't? Its only 3 weeks! How can I accomplish it all?
The same way that I get through every day in Uganda.
Its always...
One
Day
At
A
Time.
God gives grace out in spoonfuls I've found. I can sit there and wonder how in the world I will get through the next thing, and easily freak out. Or I can walk with Him calmly through it and get to the other side I will realize. He gave me just enough. This, strangely, seems to apply to the good times as well as the bad. I don't think I had realized that before.
So will a lot of joy in my heart, and an incredible amount of memories to make, and a ridiculously long list of people to hug again before I go... let me sign off for now.
Uganda, I'll be home soon! Kansas, get ready for some crazy fun!
