Shooop, shoop, shoop, shoobey-doo
I feel like I’ve been holding my breath for the past year and half…
Wishing, hoping, waiting….(gotten out of the habit of praying..not good Val)
Like now, I feel like I need to breathe out deeply, like I do after a walk up a hill..and it comes out like a sigh…which invites questions, which I’m not ready to answer…
Need to get back to church…small steps but major ones nonetheless. I can’t believe I’ve stayed away this long…even when I wake up early on Sunday….time just slips by and I find myself not going..
Took a trip to Jinja this weekend with himself..it was all kinds of awesome…if I lived there my uniform would be shorts, short dresses, short skirts and t-shirts/ vests. I felt like I couldn’t breathe here..I was tired of the routine. I read in the sunshine, put my feet up, sipped cool beverages, ate what I wanted, slept, stared at the water, dipped my feet at the Source of the Nile, played cards, gossiped a little, woke up to no alarms and was at peace.
Back home…and antsy again….thinking of yet another roadtrip…
- Exhale (Shoop shoop)- Whitney Houston (RIP)
- The presence of the Lord is here- Byron Cage