Coming Home's the Hardest Part

Six weeks have passed, and the red dirt remains on my shoes, the tan lines have not yet faded, and the recollections are so vivid it's as if I was in Africa just yesterday. Everything triggers a memory. I wake up at 7. AM! Why the heck is my sleep screwed me up so bad?! The clothing choices are overwhelming so I pick the same black t-shirt and jeans. The food choices are overwhelming so I choose the same cereal for breakfast. As I put on layer after layer to shield me from the cold, I wish so deeply for that radiant African sun. Chapel is boring. Class is pointless. I miss my friends. The friends who I fell so deeply in love with after only four months and who I may never see again, and the friends I spent four months away from and who I may have lost forever. I miss God. I'm struggling through this all alone and I can't hear His voice or feel His presence and I don't know how to fix it and it's hard. I'm seeking happiness in the small things and I'm graduating in May and I'm trying to figure out my life but I'm lonely and it's hard. Will I ever rise up on the wings of those eagles?

Roommates!

Roommates are tricky.  They can be loud, messy, disrespectful, clingy, awkward, and on and on and on. Good thing my roommate here in Uganda is none of those!!! Meet Uatchet Ap-Taui Ra. (Yeah. Try figuring that one out. Her dad is Egyptian.) You can call her Ty and SHE IS AWESOME! Basically our lives together consist of laughing, playing music, eating, laughing, breaking rules, fending off Ugandan men, and laughing. She's like my right hand (wo)man here and I thank God for her and her huge fro everyday!

Ah the beauty of God's creation. In the trees. In the sky. In the water. In the people. Gotta love it. :)

Just Livin the Life

African internet does not lend itself well to video uploads. Hence the reason for the lack of updates on this blog. Sorry sorry! I've been trying all week to give you a sneak peek of life at my rural home stay. Unfortunately, you'll just have to use your imaginations. The video you come up with in your brains should include myself in a skirt and a t-shirt (Yeah. I rocked that.), a knife, and a very unlucky young chicken. I had to dig deep deep deep inside to find my primitive soul, tapping into my merciless and ruthless self, ready to CUT THAT CHICKEN'S HEAD OFF! It was brutal. But man did that poultry taste good!

Two weeks ago, I spent eight days in a remote village in Uganda called Soroti. The trailblazer rocked and rolled me deep into the African bush where I met the most amazing African host mother and her ever-so-smiley five-year-old niece.

  Who knew living in a hut could be such a wonderful thing?! I felt like a true African this week for sure! No real need for words here. A picture's worth a thousand of them, after all.

Well that's my life in all it's African glory! And this is my lovely fam jam on the left. If I didn't miss running showers and my real family so much, I may have wanted to stay forever!

Laughter is Love

Sometimes the only thing you can do to get through this life is have a good laugh. Chuckle. Giggle, if you will. I haven't stopped laughing since I stepped foot in Uganda almost two months ago. That's truth, though not necessarily because I don't think I'll get through. Living in a foreign country where you have no idea what is happening 78 percent of the time can be a hilarious thing. But there was this one time long ago (about 48 hours), where the only thing I could do to survive the situation was to laugh so much I cried (and maybe a little pee came out too). Please. Reminisce with me.

I'm in a class here in Africa (yes, contrary to popular belief, I am still attending school. Blahhhh.) entitled 'African Traditional Religions, Islam, and Christianity in Contemporary Uganda. For some crazy reason we call it ATR. Currently, we're learning about rituals and ceremonies that people of ATR participate in. Because we're all about experiences here in Uganda, we decided to take a little field trip. Destination: circumcision. Nope. That's not a typo. A CIRCUMCISION PEOPLE! OF A TEENAGE BOY!!! (You know when you're reading and your eyes almost automatically go to the words in capital letters? I hope that happened to your eyes before you started reading this.)

I wish that I could just take my memory out of my brain and put it in the post. Words just won't suffice. But I'll try my best.

We drove about three hours from campus to a village called Mbale and got settled in the Pentecostal Guest House we would stay in that night. After lunch and a bit of a pre-brief (TCP?), we set off to the village where the ceremony would take place. Now here's a crucial piece of advice. If ever you're planning on going to a circumcision ceremony on top of a mountain in Uganda, be sure to check the forecast first, especially when it's rainy season. Otherwise you're in for a muddy, slippery, absolutely hysterical climb through the mountains of East Africa.


After about twenty thousand hilly miles, a parade-like walk through the village, some muddy feet, and plenty of laughs from the locals, we arrived to a small hut where a few people had gathered, including a man with a very sharp knife. A second piece of advice: try to avoid being in the front row of a circumcision party. It's not a pretty sight. I'll spare you the details of this one. After much chaos, two lightening quick cuts, a few fainters, some dancing, and the jaws of 32 American students on the muddy ground, we made our trek back. Along with about 50,000 other Ugandans who appeared out of nowhere for the only-happens-once-every-two-years-so-don't-miss-it event.

There's so much more I'm leaving out but hopefully I'll be able to tell the story in real life. Unless you want me to put the video up?!? Uhhhhhhhh. You don't want me to put the video up. Just trust me.
GOTTA LOVE AFRICA!

Oh Happiness!

We're gonna get a lil serious with this blog post. Prepare yourself.

Just something I've been thinking about. :)

As this point, I probably couldn't articulate my theology to you. My views are being constantly molded and challenged as I see, experience, and learn new things (especially in stinkin Africa!). It is an almost unbearable struggle not being able to understand God. A million questions are constantly running through my mind. How can I be fully loving and devoted to a God I can't understand? I'm discovering more and more that sometimes the only thing I can do is cling to the things I know: God CREATED me. He knows exactly who I am and who I am meant to be. He is GRACEFUL and MERCIFUL, so much so that He sent His son Jesus to not just cover my sin, but wipe it clean so that I can spend eternity (ETERNITY!) with Him in Heaven. He has UNCONDITIONAL and UNFATHOMABLE LOVE for me. And these things are true for EVERYONE!

Joy and hope and peace can be had in this world! First find it, and then spread it like crazy!

Sometimes,

when you're an American living in Africa,

where all they eat is rice and beans,












you just need a HUMONGOUS BOWL OF ICE CREAM!











And some monkeys to crash the party. :)