This post written on Saturday evening, February 6th:

It seems like long ago that we left Bundibugyo but there is still the final push of leaving Uganda up ahead in . . . . . 10 hours.  I have several trunks still to repack to their correct weight, reservations for the Early Civilizations Plus Paris Adventure still to finish making, and hopefully a few hours of sleep before we reach Cairo at 8:30 tomorrow morning and dive in to “ECPPA” (see above).

Quinn has been obnoxious the last few days and I sat with him last night and asked our usual ” how’s your heart?” and his response was “sad. sad about leaving.”  I find that for my children they sometimes have trouble connecting their behaviors to their heart feelings and need that check-in.  We’ve all been a bit obnoxious with each other for the last two days.  We’re all sad.  It’s the final cut of the tethering to our current life.  And it’s finally real; it’s finally happening.  Without another $10,000 or more we won’t come back here.  And we don’t have that kind of money.  That’s okay.  But the reality is still in our faces, and hard.

Right now, David is dropping off our car , cleaned and tank filled, to wait for the Johnsons arrival in a few weeks.  We are strangely attached to Kisembo (as we call our car) and it was another goodbye.  So many funds raised for that vehicle, so much faith extended and answered in it’s tough metal self.  Much of me wants to hang on to it – but Jesus is ALWAYS ENOUGH.  We had lunch with a few sweet Ugandan Kampala-based friends today.  And we finished the last few errands.

Now I’m procrastinating by writing here, because I wish I had a dear friend with me in this moment .  . . . and I’m glad I DON’T because I don’t know if I can handle any more goodbyes at this moment.  I think I need to pack and cry alone for a little and then move forward – towards many of you.  And into the rest of our Destiny in our Great Adventure with Jesus.

“The only thing you can grasp without damaging your soul is God’s hand.” – Sarah Young