We do not make the world go round.

Recently I've found myself tired of processing, tired of entering into deep relationships only to be pulled away again, tired of having to have an opinion, and craving consistency.

So I am writing this blog not to cast off the illusion there are not many positive things taking place or connections being made--for that is far from the truth. I am writing simply to vent and ask for support in prayer and love.

I am acutely aware of the necessity I have to stop, and just be.

Tomorrow morning we leave to go to Kaptura for ten days to simply live among a family and experience rural life without electricity or running water; to "just be" a part of the family for a week.

And it couldn't have come at a better time. I'm sure those who designed this program know all too well the state of students at this point in the semester, and for that I am thankful.

Believe me when I say I love you all far more than you know.

I'm still Alive!

The fact that bungee jumping is all that you've heard from me in the past while does a great injustice what my life actually consists of while here.

I will write more in depth soon but just know I still love you all!!

Just to leave you with one thought--This is the "Mato Oput" being put into action in the communities formerly thought of as most violent here in Uganda:

1. Do not commit the first offence to anybody in the world.
2. Have respect for all the world.
3. Speak the truth at all times.
4. Never, ever tell lies under all circumstances, even if your neck is being cut off. It is better for you to die for the truth than to tell lies.
5. Do not steal.

It is impossible in such a short and brief explanation to describe the depth of the significance of this in the midst of such a tribal culture.

I am more thankful for my life today than I was yesterday.

This past weekend was a get-away to Jinja; an illusion that we were not in Africa for a few moments in time.

Though not necessarily restful, it was EXHILERATING--to say the least.

With solely an oar in hand, we embarked upon our days' journey down the rapids of the Nile River. The greatness of Nature became all too clear as we attempted with all of our might to conquer the great current of water which lay ahead. Failing miserably, we were forced to rely on the kayaker to save us time and time again as we were thrown in every direction off of our "reliable" raft.

And as I say it was an illusion we were not in Africa, it seems all too fitting that we were; having no option but to come face to face with nature.

AND NOW FOR THE MOST INTENSE MOMENT OF MY LIFE...
Perhaps this is an exaggeration, but for that moment in time, I can absolutely say it was reality.

Standing on the edge of the platform, it was all Rachel and I could do not to look down into the River which had shown us grace just the day before. Clinging tighter to her than ever before to anyone in my life, we prepared for the plunge...

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4...
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BUNGEE!!!

It is impossible for me to describe the feeling to you. All I can say is that Rachel and I screamed the loudest out of all who jumped, tears were running down my face, and I continually held on to Rachel's head to ensure she was still there.

Just do it. And you'll understand.