i didn't think there would be much culture shock after living in the 'big city' of kampala before coming home..... oh how wrong i was.... driving for the first time today, in a van, on the 'wrong side of the road' unnerved me a bit more than i anticipated. but it's so much more than that. it's the little things. the freezing climate. seeing babies. christmas chaos. songs on the radio. a full pantry. our abundance. the dichotomy of what i just left and what i have entered is so clear at this moment......
more than the culture shock though, is the ache in my heart..... i miss my boys. my babies. there are 2 that became my sons in many ways while i was there. jeff in suubi and elijah in kampala. my arms and chest hurt quite literally; aching to hold them again..... they are God's children though, not mine. I know he holds them in HIS arms. he will take care of them for me. i can only pray that some day i can love on kiddos like that and never have to let them go..... someday.
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