some puzzle pieces are shaped the same

This week keeps reminding me of my last week in Uganda, this being the final week before I return to Egypt, one in which I've spent a lot of time reflecting, reading, aimlessly listening to music, and....going to Gulu? Well not that part, no adventures this week...in fact I've stayed as close to the inside of my bedroom as possible, only venturing out when absolutely necessary. This week just strangely parallels with that week in Uganda, months ago, when I was wrapping up a long overdue visit with some of my dearest friends in the world. I feel the same. A little detatched from reality, contemplative, often staring off into the distance, evaluating the past and planning for the future. And I keep thinking about the few days of that week that I journeyed up to Gulu in northern Uganda...things this week keep reminding me of it, moments shoot through my memory in pictures, flashbacks. I can go there so easily in my mind because I'm in the same frame of mind...

I'm glad that this transition brings that experience to the forefront of my mind, it drives me to pray for my friends, for the kids, for the displaced families, for the government, for Uganda.