In a way, that's how I feel. After whirlwind two weeks spent in Uganda, I'm Stateside again, feeling like I need to find my sea legs. It's almost impossible to put it all into words.
For example, how do I even begin to tell you about Mark (with me in the photo above). How do I express his sweet joy, in spite of recently losing both parents.
His frail body that squeezed mine so tight, I thought I might crumble.
There aren't words for their pain. Definitely no words for their cup overflowing joy.
I asked one girl what makes her afraid and her response was, "I don't fear. I have Jesus." They say stuff like that, and my faith feels small. It feels weak.
So I will process, meditate, rest and return with more.
In the meantime, the fall is filling up with some really exciting and fun news. I can't wait to post the updates here! Stay tuned.
p.s. a great, huge hug and jump while kicking my heels to my amazing girlfriends who blogged while I was gone. I mean, how stinking amazing are they?!
p.s.s. my forehead looks massive in that photo!! dear lord. five fingers, easily.
my heart is full.
happy end-of-summer fun!