Back in America

It's been 3 weeks back in America. 

I'm finally over jet lag (even though it's nearly 1am as I write this blogpost) and have gotten to see awesome "old" family friends, we've been beyond blessed by the hospitality that they've shown our family- even the hospitality they've shown boot! 

New friends we've gotten to meet so far have inspired me, and I love that Jesus is the same Lord here that he is even when I'm in Africa. I love that the body of Christ is alive and active no matter which continent I'm on, where I'm living, and that I know who holds our future. I'm so thankful for the few days of curbtime I've gotten to spend with my family in Disneyland too! 

Casting the vision around America of SERT and having others partner with us is something that I love. I love hearing my parents testify, and I love standing with them and helping take SERT world wide. 

It's funny being back in America and readjusting (again) to life here. I'm down to living out of 1 1/2 suitcases, and my guitar. I feel like the gospel of Matthew describes where I am in life, and the scriptures in that particular book are alive more than ever. 

The questions I get asked are funny. Sometimes they catch me off guard. Don't get me wrong, I love testifying about what I saw in Africa. And I thought I ran through a lot of questions I would get asked and thought about what my answers would be- and I thought I prepared myself on the long plane ride back across the ocean. 

But no. I didn't. 

I wasn't prepared for the tears that rolled down my face as a driver pulled out of our gate in Uganda and my dearest friends watched us drive away. 

I wasn't prepared for the question, "wait, you live in Africa? How do you even date there?" 

I wasn't prepared for everyone not greeting each other. 

I wasn't prepared for getting pulled over for driving 5mph over the speed limit. (Lol). 

I wasn't prepared for racism. 

I wasn't prepared for young girls walking around dressed permiscusaly- with less clothes on than most prostituted girls I minister too. 

I forgot people say "please stand" for worship here. 

I wasn't prepared for myself not really even liking chipotle burritos anymore, either. 

Well. I guess now I'm really learning how much "I" have changed. And I'm thankful. I'll keep praying- "Lord, move me aside."