I'm probably not going to sleep well. I'm probably going to get car sick. I'm probably not going to like the food. I'm probably going to wish I had my own space. I'm probably going to get eaten alive. I'm probably going to have to touch a lot of dirty things and a lot of sick people. I'm probably going to have sweaty pits. I'm probably going to have frizzy hair. I'm probably going to struggle with having a consistently positive attitude. I may not love Uganda.
I wasn't trying to be negative or self-centered. I was only trying to prepare myself for what could be a reality. I had been hoping to visit Uganda for nearly four years and I was beyond excited - but I was also wary of being naive. I prayed and prayed, asking the Lord to prepare my heart and to protect me. Most of all I prayed that God would help me to have a joyful spirit and positive attitude. I wanted to have a smile on my face even if I was uncomfortable.
I didn't get car sick, even though the roads were awful. I slept well, even though it was hot and the bed was funky. The food was never bad (at times it was fantastic). I did touch dirty things and sick people, but I didn't care. I didn't get much space to myself, but I adored being with the team and took advantage of the times I did have alone. The first time I caught myself struggling to have a good attitude was last Wednesday, which means for SIX whole days I was completely and utterly happy. I won't lie and say I didn't get frizzy and sweaty, but really... how insignificant is that? I l-o-v-e LOVED Uganda.
I'm still processing through the trip and trying to put everything into words. It's a lot harder than I thought!