Numb

Here we sit in Kampala re-packing our trunks and bags to make sure they are all organized and within the proper weight. Joe is helping his chameleon catch some last minute flies before he releases him back into the wild. The other kids are playing with the few toys that are still left un-packed. Everything is happening in a slow, orderly way with plenty of time to take care of everything that needs to be done in the next 24 hours before our departure tomorrow morning. It would be perfect if we weren't all so very numb and rubbed raw.

How do you continue to "be normal" when your heart is ripped in two? Our 10 days back in Bundibugyo were wonderful, full, good days. Our goodbyes were emotional and heartfelt. All very healthy, all nearly perfect. And yet even the most perfectly organized and cared out goodbye still feels like death. It continues to be incomprehensible that we are leaving, not just for a short time, but for good. Sure we can always come back and visit, but our days of ministry at CSB are officially over. Our team, who have become family to us, will carry on the daily struggle there without us, and we will have to adjust to living life without them right down the road. It seems surreal and unbelievably difficult to process.

Today, the twins turn three. With all the other things rushing through our heads and hearts it is easy to forget what a celebration this should be. Fortunately, Joe and Louisa are providing lot's of celebratory energy this morning, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" they've been screaming since the twins woke up.

Please pray for our travels. In a classic fashion, Savannah began spiking a fever yesterday (no seizures, thankfully, and her malaria test was negative). After looking punky all day in the car yesterday, she seems back to her normal cheerful self this morning. More from the flip side.