jumbled in a pile ..

I love that there is so much going on. It makes me feel alive.

Things are really coming together for this project. Or it seems to be that way. I cannot even begin to explain how relatively easy things have been. How people have been so willing to take this project on, ready for creativity to be opened to students, and excited they are for these stories to be told.

The past few weeks have been a lot of connecting with people, pitching to them the idea, the vision. That part was easy. Now comes the hard(er) part: actually getting the stories. We have people out there who are passing this assignment on to their friends, students, and children. But we have set a deadline for stories to come in by, and now nightmares have overtaken my hopes, and I fear failure in some part of the plan. That people will forget about their promises, students will not be interested, we will be written off.

But as mentioned before, this is the biggest lesson in trust I have possibly ever had. And it is still continuing. I have to trust that these doors have opened for a reason, and it is my time to follow through. To do the best I can do. To remember my place here and fulfill that role.

Ah, I love the adventure.

I am supposed to leave Uganda in ten days time. I am feeling the pressure of getting everything done in time. But not just done, but done beautifully. It will happen, I believe it. It's the adventure I asked for.

There is a community here, a fellowship, that I am certainly going to miss. So much. I am starting to get settled into this way of life. I have told this to several people, and I honestly think it, that it is time for me to either leave or stay. I need to get back to life in America, or I need to stay and be dedicated to life here. I feel, although I can see myself staying for longer here, much longer, that there are things calling me back to America for now. I hope to be back, sooner rather than later. It is hard to say goodbye, too hard, but I think .. I think it is right.

Much thinking and prayer will be going into this next week. I crave your thoughts and prayers, as well. This world is moving, and I am seeing it every single day.

I am feeling this, as well:

he told me one time he forgot himself & his heard opened up like a door with a loose hatch & he tried for days to put it all back in proper order but finally he gave up & left it all jumbled up there in a pile & loved everything equally.
brian andreas, storypeople.com

Love is a journey, and I keep learning more and more about it.

onward,
kristin.