At the moment I’m publishing this post, it’s exactly 54 hours until I board a plane and go far, far away.
8,303 miles, to be exact, but who’s counting?
Because a few of you asked, here are the details:
I fly out of Oklahoma at 12:45 pm on Sunday. I meet up with our whole Compassion team in Chicago, then we fly to Brussels, Belgium, arriving shortly after midnight (according to our body clocks; according to the real clock I’ve lost count). Then we take a long–LONG–flight to Africa, stopping to re-fuel in Kenya. Then we’re on to Kampala, Uganda. The whole trip, including layovers (and not including delays) will take 33 and a half hours.
Oh my word.
I’m going to Africa.
To my family, friends, and–most of all–my sweet Hubs, who are holding down my busy fort at home, THANK YOU so much for making this possible. And thanks to all of you who are, I know praying. It’s working. I feel remarkably calm. It’s been a productive week, and I’m ready. I’ve spent some sweet time with my kids and Hubs, and I’ve done a good bit of deep breathing, and praying. And I’ve thought a lot about what a lovely missionary in Uganda told me recently:
I remind myself daily that this is not a new world to God. He ordained the Ugandan’s days just has he has mine and He has been at work drawing these to Himself long before I was even aware of the place. His sovereignty, patience and faithfulness are overwhelming. And He never fails. Hold tight to Him!!
Really, is there anything else to say? I don’t think so.
So I’m signing off for now, though I’ll be checking in at the first possible opportunity (maybe as early as Chicago, maybe not until Uganda–it will just depend on the logistics.) I don’t know quite what to expect about any of this trip, but I know Who is going with me.
And that’s enough.