It's been a while.
I didn't mean to leave this little space high and dry. I guess things just got busy. And hard. My chest is tight and my eyes sting with tears at the thought that this will be my last 'currently' post from Rwanda. There are so many mixed emotions. I don't know how to even begin to explain just how everything over this last two years is coming to a head in the final month. Every step taken, every brick laid, every relationship built, tear shed, and lesson learned. He was here. He is here. Bending, stretching, refining. I will be stepping on a plane in 15 days (hopefully) and two of the biggest hurdles I will face here still lie ahead. My heart is threatening to break, it's possible my brain has already thrown in the towel, but when I get really quiet, my faith has never been stronger. I have seen enough yesterdays to know that tomorrow is gonna be just fine.
welcoming Amy (and Amanda) into our crazy little world.
wishing faith in action didn't require so much....faith.
waking up tired.
sleeping in Elise's old room, so Amy can settle in and set up shop in her new room.
taking things day-by-day. (Minute-by-minute is probably more accurate.)
moving all Rwandan accounts into Jean d'Amour's name. I could not be more confident and excited to watch him continue to shine as the Project Manager for No.41.
drinking Dr. Pepper.
enjoying 3G internet at our house. It's 23 months late, but who's counting.
loving the No.41 video (coming soon). It's been so nice to reminisce on how and why this all began.
waiting until July 11th to book my flight(s).
reading any and all free books for Kindle that strike my fancy.
listening to Lifechurch and Elevation Church podcasts.
refocusing my heart and mind. Hourly.
preparing one of our famous No.41 parties. A welcome for Amy and a see-you-soon for Alison and I.
requiring extra amounts of grace.
still looking for some rad stores to sell No.41 bags. Know any?
watching movies at the new theater in Kigali.
appreciating that our new, fast internet is going to allow for Skype calls with Amy, the girls, and Tarison. I could cry thinking about it.
laughing at Bernie who seems to be so confused by all the transition.
praying for peace.
coveting every single one of your prayers.
thinking about Target too much.
wondering what's next.
limping to the finish line.
realizing just exactly how sweet this life is.