Ants in my Pants

I am so wiggly. I can't stay still. I am always making lists of things we need, things we don't need, things we need to get, what we need to pack, all for Africa. I guess it is kind of a waste of time but, in a weird way I kind of feel helpless. I feel like I should already be there. I should be caring for the orphans, and walking down to the market to run errands.

I find myself already starting to dress the way I will need to while in Africa (long skirts and covered shoulders) and needless to say I am getting some funny looks when I go some where in a floor length tie die skirt with a pashmina wrapped around my shoulders, but I don't even care.

I need to get there! January 16th can't come soon enough.

Thank you for all the prayers from everyone. I used to think that I could separate myself from the past and from people in it but I have realized that everyone I come in contact with, even that guy at the gas station 2 years ago that asked if I was okay, has shaped me, changed me, and molded me.

Some changes to "me" were definitely good, others were good disguised as pain. It is so crazy what God does to make us the people that He can use to better the world. I hope that he uses Mitchell and I in awesome ways to help shape the future of Uganda.