This morning at church was a little discouraging after an incredibly good message from a pastor from New Orleans. His message was all about knowing-truly knowing-Christ, love, and coming together as the body of Christ. He spoke powerfully in his deep south accent. And as has been happening in the past months, some gentlemen who are disgruntled with the church leadership started to cause a ruckus. It was like they missed the whole message. Discouraging. Especially in light of only having 2 Sundays left. One now.

I went home and took down my pictures in my room as that is the "I'm leaving soon" phase of my transition time everytime I move. I honestly don't feel like I'll be leaving my Africa anytime soon, but alas, I only have 14 days left on this dark continent. I read a quote about Uganda the other day as I was searching into future opportunities and it went like this:

"Once you get Ugandan soil between your toes, you can't get it out."

I think Africa is just like that. You get it in your blood and you can't get it out. And no, the Ugandan soil is still between my toes as well. But now I have West African soil there, too. I wonder what the future holds...if I will ever come back here...but that is in God's hands...I'm open to where He leads.