Another Temporary

I've been home 2 weeks. I had an incredible last week at Musana.  I had a CRAZY adventure through London (and almost did not make it home).  I went camping with amazing friends that made me happy to be back.  However, my "home sweet home" has not been so sweet.

I miss Musana.  I miss everything about being Auntie Lindsay and if the moment is right or the wrong song plays in my car (that I still have a hard time driving on the right side of the road) I find myself easily bursting into tears because of this crazy reverse culture shock.  I have enjoyed seeing everyone.  I love being back at Flatirons Church. I love running alongside these beautiful mountains every day.  And BELIEVE ME I love this American food.  
It's just hard to explain and express how one summer and 80 kids puts a lot of life into perspective. 

But, I'm not here to write a sob story.  Africa has enough sob stories.  If you want to hear more, buy me starbucks (sort of kidding)... I really like coffee

I'm back to another temporary.  A temporary living situation in Longmont and a temporary last semester of school.  I graduate in December.  I have recently been bombarded with "well, what's next?" after I answer the frustrating question of "how was your trip?"  The answer: I have NO idea.   I don't know what is next but God does and I can only trust that the opportunities  in front of me are all part of His plan for me.  I do know what I have passions for and I know that some amazing job options are on the horizon. 

To go back to what I wrote before I left...

 
"We get one story, you and I, and one story alone. God has established the elements, the setting and the climax and the resolution. It would be a crime not to venture out, wouldn't it?

It might be time for you to go. It might be time to change, to shine out.

I want to repeat one word for you:
Leave.

Roll the word around on your tongue for a bit. It is a beautiful word, isn't it? So strong and forceful, the way you have always wanted to be. And you will not be alone. You have never been alone. Don't worry. Everything will still be here when you get back. It is you who will have changed."

-Donald Miller

A lot of life is exactly where I left it in Colorado.  It's me who I'm realizing is a lot different.  I grew up this summer when on the outside it seemed like I was acting immature by putting leaves on my head and twirling and prancing around playing princess with beautiful Ugandan girls.  I became more confident in who I am and who God thinks I am.  I became even more independent and completely comfortable standing on my own no matter what country I'm in. 

I've also realized this blog thing has been pretty useful!  I don't plan on being a consistent blogger, I don't think I'm insightful enough to keep people entertained.    For now, I can proudly say I am part of Musana Children's Home staff helping with State-side coordinating and CRAFTS! I'm so excited for this and can't wait to stay connected with everyone in Iganga!   Down the road, the next couple of months are looking pretty epic. Who knows.... one of these temporary homes could turn into something more permanent really soon :)