I had this hungering to return to Uganda that would not go away for about a year and half. Maybe longer.
I prayed about it constantly.
I asked/begged the Lord to take this desire away because we could not afford it and I could not bear to feel the feelings that erupted inside me, and spilled out for all to see anytime I heard the name Uganda, heard Ugandan music, saw the landscape via video, etc.
I wanted for our entire family to go together. $14,000+ of togetherness in Africa. That wasn't going to happen anytime soon. I wanted Jeff to go with me, but he could not get more than a week off work, plus who would wrangle 5 boys in various stages of growing up? I was not up to asking anyone to do that.
It boiled down to me. Just me. I prayed. I prayed some more. And finally, I approached the throne of grace boldly. I asked my Father if I could go...if I could go and serve my children's first family--which is what Welcome Home Ministries was to our boys. A family. I wanted to see my boy's family--Rose, Irene, Joy, Elizabeth, Kavina, William and more.
Here's the thing. God said yes. He said yes multiple times.
Yes #1--Jeff. Yes #2--Mandy. Yes#3--My Principal. Yes#4--Our church's Pastor who oversees the school in certain capacities. Yes#5--Sue, my substitute/good friend who I knew would keep my students on track for the three weeks I was away.
5 times. 5. Really, God? I can go?
To say I was floored, astounded, giddy is the understatement of a lifetime...