Between worlds

(written April 1)

Just a few days ago we took Luke to the airport (see photo above, taken before the drive to Entebbe). What an odd sensation it was to stand there almost four months before it was my turn to get on the plane. I looked at Kappy, and then at David; these people that I didn’t know at all just a few months before were now my good friends. It is hard to imagine the day without talking with one or both of them. Yet, just as Luke was leaving, I would too. Those friends would be left behind…not to mention the boys and the others.

I am between worlds. Although I still don’t fit 100% in Uganda, neither do I fit 100% in Canada any longer. And this middle ground is a little unsettling, I’m not gonna lie.

I knew this would come – the change. How can one go to a different land for a lengthy period of time and not change? But as news from home indicates even more change, I sigh deeply. If I chose to bear it, this burden would weigh heavy. But a note from Tricia this very day reminds me that Jesus is my hope and that I can leave all of my worries to him.

So, what now? Well, even though this season of “middleness” will last for a number of months more, Jesus is here with me in it. And I pray that he would help me to live fully here while I am here, and to do the same when I return home. By his strength and grace, I hope to achieve this.