So many times in my life I've felt like a nomad; the hours spent packing what I owned into suitcases and heading off to another airport, to catch another plane to another destination. I know i'm so fortunate to have such crazy opportunities to travel the world like I have. I guess my life's been a story of God's goodness in my life; I've honestly lost count of all the times He's surprised me. I love the traveling, I love planes and airports, seeing new places; but there are hardships that come with such a nomadic lifestyle.
I've felt that my skin colour betrayed me so many times. I grew up calling myself a Ugandan. I'd been born there and I'd called Uganda my home, but people never believed me because I looked as different as it could possibly get. Throughout my childhood and my teens, I always knew I'd be going back to Uganda. Right up until I boarded that Brussels Airways in September 2012. I was leaving Uganda on a new adventure, one that I knew held so much potential and I was so excited. However, there was a "problem". I knew that once I left Uganda I probably wasn't going to go back for longer than a holiday. The reason was simple. My family had moved countries. I thought it wouldn't happen to my folks; yet it had. They'd chosen to put the family first, and were moving to the middle of the South African bush so that my brother could go to a good school without putting my brother through the drama of boarding school.
When my DTS finished (after an amazing experience), I traveled down to South Africa for what I thought would be less than three months. I couldn't have been more wrong. South Africa was an eleven month period where I had to trust God every moment of my time there to bring me closer to Him. It was a daily struggle to be in a place I knew was a place of transition.
My time in England was incredible, and in so many ways. God fulfilled a promise he'd given me when I was 18. He'd told me I'd go back to Is.rael during my first trip there. Last year He told me I'd be going with a team and less than six months later that happened. It answered the questions I had about why I'd go back for the second time.
Now I'm on the cusp of another adventure. God has spoken, God has provided, God has opened the doors and His blessings have poured out of heaven in ways I never thought possible. I'm now going through a season of rest. Yes, I helping friends out daily with their ponies and with what ever else they need help with. These jobs give me the chance to think and to process what everything means. It's also given me the vital opportunity to go back to my roots in God; to thank Him on a daily basis for the wonders He's preformed in my life and for His trustworthiness in my life.
Even though life is uncertain and the life I lead is full of uncertainties, one thing will always remain certain. God will never forget me. He will never leave me. He is my home. I don't need the certainty of knowing where I'll end up in six months time. I have six months to trust that God will open that door. I have six months to praise Him from the corridors. That's the simply the pure joy of it. God. Is. In. Control. Period.