Dear imaginary people I imagine are reading this,
It has been one year today since I stepped onto a plane to start my journey to Africa. There are days it almost feels as if I was there just yesterday and then there are days my trip feels like a dream. Like a wonderful God-inspiered dream.
As I look back I can see how beautifully God had worked everything together; He was so incredibly faithful. (What else could I have expected?) He worked everything out. From the very beginning He had it all planned out. He placed together a team whose stories would intertwine and a team that was ready to do God's work in Uganda. And believe it or not, God used us in very mighty ways! He decided to use a team of mess-ups (we all are, aren't we?) for His glory. What a marvelous God He is for letting us be apart of his mighty plan.
I think of my trip day and night. It is hardly ever out of my mind. I pray one day that God will let me go back to the place that stole my heart, but until that day I will tell of his wondrous works. I will give all the glory to Him and Him alone. I will follow His plans for my life, wherever they might take me, and I will not rest until He calls me home with Him.