I’m back in the Amsterdam airport… I honestly have NO idea what time it is in Uganda, Amsterdam, or the States. I got a few hours of sleep on the flight.

Being completely honest, right now I am not really in a place to post an update. The last moments in Uganda were very fast, hard to grasp, and are yet to be processed. As we arrived at the airport, we were told that KLM, our airline, had closed down for the night. Katie worked her way to the office of the admins and used her coaching and leadership skills to hold the plane. We sprinted through the airport, waited as they launched all of their software and computers, and eventually made it to our plane. Saying goodbye to the kids at the home was really tough. I had exhausted all of my tears beforehand, but I had very little desire to leave. Once we were on the plane, I sat in silence and read the written notes from the children.

I’m yet to entirely process this trip. I haven’t even had the chance to write about the last day. I have an entire notebook filled with thoughts, memories, and insight. Unfortunately midweek, I awoke in the morning to a flooded room in which my journal had fallen to the floor. It is still drying and I am praying for the words to be visible. I’m overwhelmed right now thinking about how many stories need to be told, photos need to be shared, and life that needs to be processed. The Lord shook my life up, my worldview has been rocked, and as some of my friends had predicted, it feels as though I left my heart in Uganda.

Mukisa.