Coming on this trip, I thought goodbyes would get easier as
I left each place. However, this has been the complete opposite. Each place I
stay, I feel like I have found another family. Leaving is like saying goodbye
to my own family all over again. As we left the small village of Ajaa B, I was overwhelmed
by the tears shed by both the family, and my team. God has truly blessed me by
the people I have met this year, especially in Uganda.
I became another child to yet another mama. This year has
been such a beautiful picture of the Body of Christ. God’s family crosses all
borders: race, language, and culture. While I could barely speak to most of the
people in the village this month, I was overwhelmed by their love and
hospitality. Mama Nancy worked hard each day to feed my team and me. Pastor Tom
lost sleep at night thinking of ways we could be more comfortable.
As I move on to Tanzania, I can only look back and thank God
for how He has loved me through His children. While I am not sure where I will
go when I return home, I know that I will always have a grass hut in Uganda
that I can call home. I hope one day God will allow me to go back and see the
growth of my Ugandan family.
The body is a unit, though it is made up of many
parts; and though its parts are many, the form one body. So it is with Christ.
For we were all baptized by one Spirit into one Body- whether Jews or Greeks,
slave or free- and we were all given the one Spirit to drink.
1 Corinthians 12:12-13
