Tuesday, March 30, 2010
my scattered heart
We are back in Portland--arrived home yesterday about 2:30. The flights back were long but without incident until the short jaunt between Seattle and Portland. Poor Greg lost his cookies due to the turbulence; and Horizon lost our luggage somewhere between those two cities. Go figure . . .
I was sweating when we left Entebbe Sunday night (after spending a wonderful day with Cameron and Jennifer, who oversee Uganda Jesus Village) and I couldn't get warm in the frigid Portland rain after we got home yesterday. Right now, I'm sitting in front of a space heater drinking African coffee. At least my heart is warmed as I sip the rich brew and think of Africa.
Several people warned me that I would leave my heart in Africa and that appears to be the case. Pieces of my heart are now scattered across the planet: in California, where my children were born and Jonah is buried; in Kansas, where I grew up and buried my mom and grandma; in Texas, where I found Jesus and a surrogate mother in my aunt; in Alaska, where my heart and soul feel most alive; and, of course, in Oregon where I currently live.
And now a part of my heart is in Africa . . . as is my youngest child and my African son.
There's no doubt in my mind I will return.