My Dad sent me new jammies for Valentines Day [thanks Dad!]. And it is a good thing he did because I have worn them the last two days all.day.
Trying to process all that happened.
The beauty, the pain, the injustice, the joy......the whole journey.
A friend posted a pic on her blog of spilled marbles a few weeks ago and I think that best explains me right now.
I can not wait to share [I think]. Where to start?
I think I will share a few fun facts since stories are not coming to me right now.
*I got to worship in a mud hut with my Sister!
*I got to spend my second trip with a Sweet Friend that I met on my first.
*A lady that looks JUST like my Grandma was working at S@nyu, AGAIN. As my friend and I walked up the steps, up walks Anna (aka Grandma's twin). Last time I could not stay in the same room as her because I would start crying - she looked so much like her! She had arrived at S@nyu THAT DAY! Whoa whoa - I nearly flipped! God gave me my G-ma look alike again - I think God just likes to thrill me sometimes.
*I got to hug the neck of the team leader of the Watoto Choir that was here (in our home) 2 years ago. He and I worked closely 2 years ago and when the team went to a Wed. night service at Watoto Church guess who was visiting? Cool hu?
*Road in boat on Lake Victoria.
*Hugged hundreds of children.
*Ate Rolexes until I wanted to throw up.
*Realized all over again that my husband is my best friend and I missed our late night talks, desperately.
*Ate chocolate at 2 am by candle light with a couple of friends that could not sleep either.
OK - I must get to the bills - seems so ..... strange but needs done [I guess ;)].