I’m a mess. A mess of conflicting emotions; sadness, comparison, doubt, worry…name it and there’s a good chance i’m feeling it. My two + months in Jinja have come to a close and I don’t exactly have the words to say what they meant to me. I don’t know if I ever will. How do you describe the place where you learned the most, grew the most, and encountered God the most? Everything I say will fall short.
It’s taken me a few days to be able to write this. I’m just beginning to process everything from these last two months. It was an experience that refined and grew me in so many ways. Being in Uganda challenged my viewpoints, beliefs, and ways of thinking. I learned so many lessons and lived a different way of life that opened my eye’s to what it truly means to live kingdom minded.
I met the best people, and furthermore got to know them, hear their stories, and seek their wisdom acquired from lives lived for Christ. It was a glorious time of seeing and living in community, truly beginning to understand we’re not called to live life alone, but to be the body of Christ. Lifting others up, sharing laughter and tears, simply being in fellowship together.
Honestly that’s all I’ve got for now as I sit and process more of what this summer was.