Let me tell you a story

Let me tell you a story. My safari didn't go as expected, as everyone knows by now. While I saw beautiful sights (hills in my backyard, Lake Victoria in my front yard, and the source of the Nile), I also saw the border one too many times, really big guns whose names I don't know, and it was dark when I flew home so no beautiful sights. I had fun with my companions Adam and Arthur, but it was sad when I had to say goodbye to Arthur at the border because he shouldn't have crossed again with us (he's Kenyan). Let me tell you a story. In the past two weeks I have climbed three gorgeous hills, seen Lake Victoria 5 times, dipped my foot in the Nile River, laughed so hard it hurt, cried so hard it hurt, been in a van with 6 people over the limit twice, drank more Coke than in the two years before, paid 20 times the amount for a taxi, had 1L of petrol be the most important issue in my life, and paid for a visa to Uganda twice in 24 hours. I'm not sure how to include everything. But I want to tell you about the Maasai warrior who protected us with a poisoned bow and arrow that his hand made, I want to tell you about a bird so big it can stare you in the eyes (maribu stork), I want to tell you about my hope in God's plan and my impatience when His plan wasn't mine. I want to tell you in chronological detail about everything. But that would be a post too big to read. I hope to post little clips of my stories over the next few weeks as I unravel it for myself. Sorry for the wait. But I've learned a lot about waiting these past couple weeks, so consider it a lesson.
"If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land."