treading the red dirt

our feet are treading red dirt again

the hunger to be here intensified 

as we gazed out the airplane’s small window

“it has been seven years” I whispered to Rick

“yes, far too long’ he replied.

stuffed into a small transport vehicle

we bumped along the road between Lusaka

and Kabwe, and much of our view

matched our memories of Uganda

things are both familiar

and totally foreign 

in ways we did not experience during our last trip

perhaps because then we knew our time there was short

but now we are here

for two years, or more years

knowing that God is asking, encouraging

expecting us to adapt

we are in His hands

as always, walking by faith

but the sight in both glorious

and astounding