My time in the U.S. has come and gone and for much of the time there I felt a little lost. It was almost like a feeling of being displaced. I had "homes" to stay at, but nowhere really felt like home. Much of that might have been not really being in one place for very long, but I believe a lot of that was because though I have much in common with Americans, I'm not much of an American at heart these days.
As my plane took off from London to Entebbe and I saw lots of mzungu going to Uganda for whatever reason, my purpose in life (at least in this season) seemed to be blooming again. I felt like a foreigner when I was in London and Switzerland, but as I touched down in Uganda everything came back in no time. I was home.
I am ready to start this next journey of my life here in Uganda. I think God has huge things to show me this year and to use me in some mighty ways to help the people of Uganda draw close to him. Stay tuned for more.
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