Kenya. Fractured.

Kenya was... more than I expected... and less than I'd hoped. honestly, it would take too many blogs to really encapsulate what I (and abby in most cases) experienced there. We were treated horribly, but it was for a purpose. Never have i felt better about returning to Kampala, where i feel like i can trust people... more later to be sure

This past week was so eye-opening, both here and in Kenya. There is so much going on, and I've felt overwhelmed by a desire to just get it done. The situation with the Congolese is horrible, and we are doing everything we can to help. The US Embassy trip today was enlightening, and they were helpful and kind, but could do little to help since they have to work through UNHCR (worthless) as well. So many tears have been shed on this subject by all people involved. i wish that i could just convey all that has happened here concerning that. This journey to Africa has been more than i could have ever dreamed... i often don't even know what to do with it. i miss people back home, but fear so much is unfinished here. i wish i could convey it all. i'm a little speechless, and asking God some questions, but my love is intact, and my heart is open, and i have "eternal encouragement" as i am promised in Thessalonians... bear with me... and keep praying.. i leave in 23 hours. when i am in the US i will post so many photos! i love you all.

dan, kampala uganda