This morning is deep in Uganda memories as I take my chai out onto the porch to greet the new day . . . in it's coolness, in it's calmness and with the voices of the native birds singing their songs of blessing on this new day.

Each morning while we are in Kampala we rise before the sun to the birds singing and in the stillness, we each make our way to the kitchen to grab that cup of now familiar chai and find that place where we can just be in the presence of God.
Be still . . . and know . . . that I am God.

We know that before long the day's activities will be upon us and the things that we will see and the stories will will hear will make our hearts ache and by the time we return to this same place this evening, we will no longer be enveloped in that same peacefulness. It is then that we must remember to Be still . . . and know . . . that I am . . . God.

So today, as I am transported back to my previous trips to Uganda and as I anticipate the trip to come in only 51 days, I am reminded that in the stillness, He is there.

Deb