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Have you ever thought you were born one place,

but your heart belongs in another?

That you weren't created to live where you do?

Wondering why you were put here...

When you could have been born somewhere else entirely.

Knowing there must be a reason...

Being more comfortable on the other side of the world,

than I am in my own hometown

Feeling more at home in a little country 

thousands of miles away.

Wondering what home really is

if my heart is torn between two

very different places.

Like I have two different lives

and parts of me.

One part always longing,

for the day I board a one-way flight

The other wondering if I could ever truly leave my life here.

One part daydreaming about what is to come,

the other wanting only to live in the moment.

One part nonstop tugging at my heart,

whispering that I don't belong here,

Another trying to imagine

how I could ever call anywhere else

HOME

You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart will always be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.

-unknown

I'm not that great.

There's something I get a lot.

Something I hear almost every time I mention Uganda.

Every time I talk about it.

People tell me how great it is that I do that,

and what a great person I am.

I love compliments as much as the next person, but it kind of makes me cringe.

I'm NOT that great.

God is great, and I pray that he does great things through me and Future Hope Ministries, but honestly I'm not that great.

I go to Uganda because I love it there, I love the kids, the people and everything about it.

When people tell me how "selfless" I am for doing it, I feel like I'm taking a compliment that is not rightfully mine.

I feel more selfish than selfless, honestly, they give me more than I could ever repay them for.

I don't feel like I give these kids that much, but the love and joy they give me is incredible and unbelievable.

I come and I play with the kids and love on them, and honestly, have the time of my life.

I love them so much, but I feel like that's all I have to offer.

The kids that call me "auntie" or "sister", in a way, they've adopted me into their family.

Even the people there thank me for what I do, but I never feel like I did that much.

I don't feel like I deserve the compliments I get.

I'm really not doing that much, sure I went to a third-world country for a month, but I wasn't sacrificing much, I LOVE it there, God allows me to go to a place I love and feel at home,

I hope and pray that God touched their lives through me, but in the end, I didn't do much.

I feel like I'm getting all the glory for what God did.

So I want to tell you right now that it's all because of God that I went to Uganda.

That we had the money for the flight,

that we made it there safely, 

that I got to spend time with those amazing children,

and if any lives were touched in the time I spent in Uganda,

It's all because of Him.

Not the best photo by any means, but I felt like I should put it on here

an apology // photo dump

Well hello there, long time, no see, huh?

I promise you I meant to post more while I was in Uganda, and now that I'm home.

And... that didn't happen.

obviously.

It has now been over a month since I posted... Sorry!!!!

I'd love to say it's because I was in another country for a month so it took me awhile to settle in and make a bunch of dumb excuses.

But it's not, I've had plenty of time to "settle in".

Honestly, I'm just stuck.

Stuck for ideas, stuck for what to post. I just don't even know what to write.

I know I should tell stories, but I didn't even tell stories when I came home because all my family had already heard them all.

I cannot even think of a good story to tell!

That's just sad.

So hopefully I'll actually start posting again in the next few days if I think of something.

Until then, I leave with some A.D.O.R.A.B.L.E. pictures of the sweetest kids in the world:

These kids are my loves, my world, being with them makes me heart full, leaving them makes my heart shatter, and being apart from them breaks my heart more and more until I see them again.