That’s who I feel like right now. Like that flexible pulled-in-all-directions guy, Gumby. (that was his name, right?)

Six weeks left to wrap things up for Christ School in a way that can be easily taken over by a Ugandan Headmaster in January. SO MUCH TO DO. Since we have just barely started getting our heads around things here at school, getting it all set out and written down is not simple.

Two children to walk through all of a cross-cultural life here. Two children’s wounds to kiss, hearts to pray with, friends to greet, meals to cook, homework to check, stories to read, tears to cry with, hands to hold, thoughts to safe-guard.

A husband who arrives home each day exhausted, truly spent. Who is grateful that he will soon walk away from the most discouraging job he has ever encountered. Who spends time doing things he never imagined he would – in-depth accounting, tasting of cassava porridge and spending time in the local jail to name a few. Who learns more about the Spirit daily. Who can barely keep his eyes open after dinner. Who nevertheless finds ways to show me he loves me everyday.

Between work at Christ School; caring for my children; keeping our family in food; keeping ants out of the food; planning for our future; trying to make sense of the past; loving old friends; making space for new friends; hearing testimonies; sharing testimonies; living life as a testimony . . . . .

Well, I could go on and on but since I am feeling exhausted just thinking about it all let me just say again that I feel like Gumby (if that was his name.) I am really weary: soul weary, heart weary, body weary. And God hasn’t yet answered a lot of my questions. And I’m wondering if I should still keep asking. And I am determined to wrestle Him out.

All prayers and encouraging words appreciated.