I'm sitting here poolside in Kigali, Rwanda and I'm feeling guilty because, you guys, it's been awhile since we've talked. You don't even know about Debo, the cutest little cry baby 2 year old that I live with, or the sweet women that my team leads in a devotional time on weekday mornings, or all of the different sermons I've had to preach (some with no prep time) this month.
There's so much to say and still, I'm at a loss for what exactly I should tell you. Should I mention that I cried nearly every day last week because I was on some kind of emotional fanfare? Should I also mention that I feel a wave of un-love-ability that's hitting me all at once? There's so much personal stuff going on vs. ministry stuff going on that it's hard to know how to encapsulate it in a short and concise set of paragraphs. I'm sorry that I'm not doing a better job.
I'm being stretched out like pulled taffy it feels like, but it's all for a purpose. I have to leave because I have to get on a bus and get back home. Pray that I can arrange my thoughts and write something that will better explain how things are going. Everything is great, in its own difficult and surprising way.
