And a heart was captured.

This morning as I sit here on the porch I find it hard to keep my thoughts from wandering.
Half my heart is far away and I miss the place it's at. 

I wonder what baby C is doing now at the babies home? how is Dear B at the hospital?
Does she miss us? What's Charity up to? 

And how did Reverend Prossy's rounds go today?
So many questions. There's a pulling on my heart.
I miss that place I have only been to once.

And could I have even imagined that day when we flew into Entebbe
that it would be so hard to leave? 

 Even the red dirt roads I miss. Driving down them, hair flying in the wind,
waving as hard as we can to the village children as we pass.
I do miss being called Mzungu.

I do miss having a black hand grasp mine and not want to ever let go.

All these things I miss, and I do find it hard to not keep looking back.

The only hope we can all find is in Christ. Because He holds the light. 

He IS the Light. And I trust Him. He holds the key to my future anyhow.

Jesus knows how hard it is. 

Maybe one day I won't have to say goodbye....