Dreams.

 

 

“The best thing about dreams is that fleeting moment, when you are between asleep and awake, when you don't know the difference between reality and fantasy, when for just that one moment you feel with your entire soul that the dream is reality, and it really happened.”

I dream about Uganda. Alot. Little dirt-smudged faces, long fingers deftly crafting paper into beautiful creations, the sweet, smoky smell of downtown. Cries of "Auntie! Auntie!" as our Japanese-speaking bus pulls through the gate. Really appreciating a cold Fanta. Worshiping with the women as they sing and dance. Quiet times spent on the veranda watching women and children alike carry gallons of water on their head. Cherishing time with the Father because there is nothing to hide behind there.

I was only there a short time, but I miss it. I miss it so much I feel like my heart could explode. Sometimes I grow weary at the idea of having to wait to go back. Even more so at the idea of not going back at all. My heart is there. And I know full well that God could change my path and I may never get to return to Uganda.

And that's okay.

He knows every corner of my heart, and I long for my desires to be His desires. And every night, I go to sleep with the faith that He's got it under control. I wake up knowing the day is His. He has me right where he wants me, so for now I will miss Uganda and be grateful for my time there.

He will send me back or He won't, but no matter what, it will be okay.

"And what more shall I say? I do not have time to tell about Gideon, Barak, Samson and Jephthah, about David and Samuel and the prophets, who through faith conquered kingdoms, administered justice, and gained what was promised; who shut the mouths of lions, quenched the fury of the flames, and escaped the edge of the sword; whose weakness was turned to strength; and who became powerful in battle and routed foreign armies. Women received back their dead, raised to life again. There were others who were tortured, refusing to be released so that they might gain an even better resurrection. They were put to death by stoning; they were sawed in two; they were killed by the sword. They went about in sheepskins and goatskins, destitute, persecuted and mistreated— the world was not worthy of them. They wandered in deserts and mountains, living in caves and in holes in the ground. Some faced jeers and flogging, and even chains and imprisonment. These were all commended for their faith, yet none of them received what had been promised, since God had planned something better for us so that only together with us would they be made perfect." -Hebrews 11:32-40

Love, Hailey