Preparations

Well, friends.

It looks like I will be leaving in eight days. Everything is going so quickly. It still hasn't actually hit me that I will be gone for as long as I will be gone for. So much is happening around me right now as I am preparing that I just haven't let myself think real hard about what it is I'm getting myself into.

I am pretty confident that I will sail into next monday without much trouble, pack a few things, say a few goodbies and off I will go. Honestly though, it seems that other people are much more bent out of shape about this.

For example: You know, there's no air conditioning there. There will be chickens on every bus you ride! It will be so hot! You won't be able to take a shower! You will be eaten by a hippo/gorilla/alligator! You will have to eat awful/strange/terrible food! It will take you forever to pack! You'll get a parasite!

But me? I am so excited to meet the people that the Lord has purposed me to meet. I can't wait to hear their voices and see their faces and to know their names. The love of Christ is far and wide and infinite and bottomless, and He has sent me to know it a little bit more. The Father is permeating every inch of the earth. His spirit hovers over desolate mountain tops, and between the fingers of children.

"Who has divided a channel for the overflowing water,
Or a path for the thunderbolt,
To cause it to rain on a land where there is no one,
A wilderness in which there is no man;
To satisfy the desolate waste,
And cause to spring forth the growth of tender grass?"
Job 38: 25-27

He is calling me to see his face, to touch his hands, to hear his voice: in Uganda. To some it might look like I am going to water the desolate waste.

But I think that I might be the desolate waste.


two months isn't that long anyway.