Never Coming Home

Never Coming Home

We left our mission exactly 10 months ago today, yet we have never actually come home. Our hearts and minds are still in Uganda in so many ways, though we love being here with our children, grandchildren, and wonderful surroundings. But part of us will never settle down again. Our lives are different. Our gratitude for our many blessings is profound compared with before our mission. We find great joy in the simplest things, like walking out our front door to exercise without locking our door, and finding open space to walk and breathe without armed guards, walls, and razor wire. We love the seasons. We love our neighbors. We love life and find great peace here. We love the plenty, yet cry every time we walk into the cavernous big box store and observe the monstrous shopping carts filled to overflowing with all the stuff. Personally, my biggest challenge is watching the veracious appetite of consumerism here in the West. The insatiable hunger for the most delectable foods, the latest model cars, toys, and electronics, boggles my mind. It is like a starving man who eats and eats but can never be satisfied, or a thirsty man who drinks but remains parched and dry inside. RaNae and I constantly think of our loved ones on the other side of this planet who deal daily with all the challenges they face, yet of which we here in the West are scarcely aware. So we cry and pray and express gratitude to God for clean water, indoor plumbing, plenty of clothing, transportation, and a cozy roof over our heads. We...