There is a telling trail through my home today.
One narrow path through piles of wet, muddy clothes, sleeping bags, pillows,
ice chests and boxes with leftover food awaiting attention.
We had the privilege of hosting our Quarterly Meeting for the church of Christ missionaries in Uganda.
We camped out at Camp Saaka for three nights.
It was a great success. We all enjoyed visiting, going for walks, singing and laughing.
We survived heavy rain (thanks to Jeff and Dick and their tin roof shelters …all the tents stayed dry!)
We celebrated Mark and Jamie’s upcoming wedding.
We continued walking the path of grief with the Jinja team who we welcomed back after their sudden trip to the States.
We sat and stared at God’s creation around us.
We watched our kids make many, many memories.
Community is so important.
I am thankful for my fellow soldiers on this field.
We need each other and depend on each other. Through the victories, the “everyday”, the celebrations, the mire of pain and loss…
…and a campout. Which we survived well…But I somehow aged a whole year in the midst of it ☺….