the flow of sleep. to waking.
of planning to follow-through.
greet strangers and give love.
enjoy meals and laugh.
take moments of solitude, look at the world as God reveals himself in Creation, breathe.
waking to sleep.
see, it's not that much different. at least in those vague terms it's not.
in less-than-vague terms...
- i'm pretty sure i smell. like.. stank. it's a mix of sweat + OFF bug repellent + kampala city smog. it's not a pheromone, that much i know. if it is, it's designed just for mosquitos. the ones that snack on me after i shower or during the night, even under the net. but you know what's great? no one really cares. like, really. it's just not a big deal. (can you just agree with me on this and say really it's not a big deal? yes, andrea. no one cares. can you? just this one time? thanks.)
- once again, i'm refreshed and surprised at the love and hope in the Ugandan people. they love their God. they worship without shame. their need is not an obstacle to celebration. there is great need, but there is also hope. and joy beyond circumstances. that's more than i can say for myself on many occasions.
- the bush of Africa is a whole other experience from just the main cities in Africa. did you hear me? whole. other. experience. good lord, i've got notes for "next time you're in the bush..."