The pounding raindrops slapping against the pavement of the compound is a soothing sound this morning as I type on my computer in the dim dining room and sip Ugandan tea. The alleyway and streets surrounding the house have silenced with the absence of all pedestrians, vehicles, and vendors who have hid from the falling curtains of rain.
The top layer of the rusty orange soil has been transformed into a thick syrup, manipulated by the occasional dog footprint. Small pools have formed in the deep tire tracks and ravines of the dirt roads. The rain is heavy now, but I anticipate it lasting for only awhile.
With a sore throat and congested nose [likely picked up from the older gentleman openly coughing at me on my Chicago-Amsterdam flight] I have decided to spend the day embracing a lazy character and wishing to be well by tomorrow.
…I have doubts about the throat lozenges I picked up from Good Price Supermarket early this morning.
2 comments:
Feel better. The worst thing is to be sick while abroad. I'll keep you in my thoughts and prayers until you heal.
Spend the day resting and praying. Remember why you have gone back, what your goals were for the trip, the things you desire to do and God will do the rest. I imagine he knows you aren't feeling 100% but I also believe he will give you the strength to help you enjoy the remaining part your trip. In the meantime I will also say a prayer and I am sure tomorrow you will be renewed, most likely because I know that no matter of sickness would ever keep you from changing lives and making the world better. Love you always.
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