I do not remember much about That Day.
October 3, 1995.
The months and weeks preceding it are mostly a blur as well. Goodbyes. Tears. Unknowns. Many hopes and dreams.
It was a relief and a stabbing pain to board the plane. I was relieved to be done with the packing, the sorting, the buying.
It was a stabbing pain in my heart to think of all the dearest, most precious ones we had hugged goodbye.
When we landed in Entebbe, I felt excited. Nervous. And downright scared.
We came to a land that held no memories for us. No traditions. No people who knew us very well.
Everything was new. This fact made my husband’s heart beat faster with joy. Mine shuttered and quaked at the reality of the unknown.
I remember Dave and Jana’s faces smiling as we exited the baggage claim area. I remember riding in a taxi to their house. I remember feeling overwhelmed…and ready for a shower.
Then…nothing. I can’t remember any conversation of that day or the days that immediately followed.
I don’t know how Andrew and Aimee Jo will remember December 12, 2007.
But I know, I will remember this:
I didn’t get a picture of me hugging Aimee Jo. I couldn’t hold back the tears. Tears for all she has been through to get here. All that lies ahead for her.
How faithful her Lord will be.
Jeff and I have "looked back” a lot as we have processed and prepared for the Martin’s arrival.
A world of memories and emotions accompanies every conversation.
But the most delightfully startling fact always emerges:
God has never left us.
Sometimes we’ve deserved His abandon. Through the years, we’ve followed closely and we’ve meandered too.
But He has always stayed the same.
Just. Present. In Control.
I praise Him for bringing these treasures to this land.
We receive them with joy. We honor their presence with respect.
They are not sent easily…or let go of without pain.
The Martin's service and their families’ sacrifice glorifies God.
I’m proud of all of them.
That I will always remember.