I dreamed of Uganda last night. I know, I know... you are thinking by now, "that is nothing new", and also slightly wondering to yourself how far this crazy lady's obsession with Africa will go...
Honestly, I have no idea how far it will go. My dad was telling me about talking with someone the other day who mentioned that all of his kids that had gone on overseas mission trips had initially upon returning to the States, wanted to move to the countries that they visited. None of them have even attempted. The desire faded with time. I don't feel like mine has. Granted, I've tried to temper parts of it, so it doesn't come up as often in conversation and I don't over talk about it. People rarely appreciate it when you share your dreams.
Sometimes, when I think about how long its been since I've trod the muddy roads and got to hug some of my favorite people in the world, it makes me very sad and I want to mope inconsolably. Sometimes when I look at my bank account I sigh as I realize that the savings I need aren't stacking up that fast. And sometimes... just sometimes mind you... I forget for a moment about all that and its like I get to ride on the wings of God for a moment as He shows me the wonders of what He has for me. And I always dream in color those times, but the color is so brilliant, that I almost want to close my eyes. Those times its easy to believe and trust that He's going to work this all out, and that I have nothing to worry about. I feel renewed, deep down inside where its impossible for just a feeling to reach. Its simply God.
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