a week ago tuesday, for the first time this trip, as tears trickled from my eyes (partially because i was on the back of a motorcycle with the dusty wind whipping me eyes and partially because it was the greatest moment of my life) I thought "thanks for bringing me here God. thanks for this moment, thanks for making this my life. this right here, it makes it all worth it" this moment was right after Dr. Henri handed me a needle, pain meds, and said "3 mils in the left deltoid." and walked out of the room…. and then I gave my first shot. to an african man. that shot is hopefully the first of many. monday I will be standing in on surgery in the "theater" hopefully these next eight weeks will be filled with blood, guts, broken bones, and most importantly God's healing power. I couldn't be more pumped.
last night I also had the honor to stand shoulder to shoulder with five thousand northern ugandans and watch Kony 2012. before the movie started I turned to the man next to me and asked if he was affected by the LRA, before asking I knew the answer. every person we talk to says the same thing. "yes." I went on to ask if he had been abducted. with a smile on his face, he replied. "yes" just as simple as that. "yes" it felt too surreal to be my life. I was standing next to a man who lived the story invisible children is fighting so hard to portray. a man who it wasn't just a story to, it was reality. and that's africa, every day, day in and day out. a reality that is too surreal to be real.
