A Story to Tell

I am finding out that we all have a story to tell. Whether its good or bad it is unique in its own special way as we are all very different and unique in our own selves. Since the team from Oklahoma has been here i see them more as a family then just a group from the same town. The past couple nights Papa has invited a guest to come and share their life story and how the became born again. Here in Uganda, there is a difference in being a Christian and being born again. Christians are people who go to church regularly and call themselves religious, and when you are born again then you actually have a personal relationship with God and actually live the life you preach to others. So far we have had some incredible people with incredible pasts that have cultivated their lives and brought them to who they are today. Tonight our cook Grace, shared her story with the girls from the team and one of the guys, the rest were on their way home from Kampala. When she was finished one of the girls suggested that we start sharing our story in return. All 10 team members took their turn in sharing part of their life with us. Some weren't easy and i congratulate them for opening up to all of us. I chose not to share my story, partly because i felt young still and there wasn't much to tell, but also because i feel i have been through too much for my age and i haven't yet resolved it with myself, others, or God. I find that i am in a fight with myself and God. Sometimes i feel like God is right there and i am trusting him and seeing him and believing in him. Other times i feel like this whole God thing is not real and just a creation of our minds. This fight in me has been thrown in my face since being here. I feel like this place brings everything in myself out and i cant ignore it or put it away. Things are changing and i have no idea if i am changing with it or not. If i were to tell my story, most would be disappointed because there is no happy ending to it, or the ending that most would want to hear. Someday i will take the time to tell my story. This morning around 6:30 we had a minor earthquake. When Momm was asking us about it she was describing it and i thought i missed it, but then Robyn and i realized we thought it was the other person shaking the bunk bed restlessly. Tomorrow Robyn, Momm and i will be going with Raoul to a village and see what he does. It has been busy with the team being here, and its good :). Its been a long hard working day for everyone so bed is looking pretty good. Today was a great day, and i know there are many more to come!