I’m home…with a serious case of jetlag.  Honestly, I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.  Then backed over again…and again…and again.  I’m told within the week, I should feel back to normal.

But I’m not sure if I want to go back to normal.  To life before this trip.

People keep asking me about my trip.  And I have no idea how to respond. How do you sum up a life altering, eye-opening experience in 10 words or less?  How do I verbalize what I saw – the poverty, the pain, the joy and the hope – in a couple of sentences? 

I can’t.

So I say, “It was amazing.”

But that doesn’t even begin to accurately describe what I saw God doing.

I kept a journal of my trip and will post that and pictures as soon as I can.  I only took 1,000 pictures, so that shouldn’t take too long to go through.  Especially since I’m trying to jump back into life with kids on summer break.  No problem.

 Until then…

This is really happening!

I have to be up in 7 hours to head to the airport for my trip. 

This is really happening.
I'm really going to Africa.
I'm really leaving my 4 gorgeous kids for 2 weeks.

Breathe...

I'm super excited.  God was in all the details and all the things I was worried about were worked out.  My clothes all fit in the bag they provided, all the items we collected were able to be packed and we are only going to have to pay for one extra tote.

My CrossFit gym really stepped up and collected so much for this trip.  Dentist donated cases of kids toothpaste and toothbrushes, members donated sports equipment, soap, school supplies, crafts and over $1000.  Mama's going shopping when I get to Uganda to buy for specific needs that arise.  So thankful.

So very thankful.
So very excited.
So very scared.

I'm stepping out like I've never stepped out before.  I don't know anyone on this trip, I've never traveled out of the country on my own before and I've never been exposed to this kind of poverty.  Over the past couple of weeks, I've asked myself (several times a day) what in the world am I doing?  And why?

One answer comes every time:  because God asked me to.
And I'm trusting, with everything I have in me, that God is going to show up in a mighty way.  Teach me something about who He is, who I am and who He wants me to be.

While saying goodnight to the girls and singing out night time song, I started to cry.  Luckily it was dark and they didn't notice.

I'm trying not to freak them out by crying.
No crying.
None.
Just got my eyelashes done and can't get them wet for 48 hours.

See, I've got a lot to learn...

If you think about us over the next couple of weeks, we could use a prayer...or two...or ten!

Breathe...