July 25 Uganda Journal

L o n g flight. So embarrased to even admit it, but I couldn't find my passport this morning. I had it in the office, or so I thought. I arrived a few minutes early to Ebenezers where the team was congregating to leave for the airport. No passport.

Perspiration. Scary thoughts of not making the flight.

I raced home with only a few minutes to spare. I fantrically searched for it. At this point, that's the ball game. Over. Finished. But Kate suggested we look in the books on the shelves. Within a few books, she found it in 'Story'. Fitting.

Smooth flight travel from there. Exit row. Met a pastor from Baltimore doing great things with AIDS in the community. Need to connect with him.

Our place is nice. Pool and everything. Met tonight in the midst of a wedding party photography shoot. Shared about our remembering our 'calling' for the trip and the 'cost' it took to get here. Reminded them of Ebenzers and what it meant (hither to the Lord has helped us). It took calling, it took action, it took support from others.

Writing in a mosquito net. Silence. Now African music in the distance. Ocassional bug zapper. Probably my potential malaria.

I'm in Uganda. Kind of hard to grasp.