landed

thirty six house later i'm blogging in my quiet apartment. i've only moved from my green chair to go to the bathroom. i haven't changed out of my clothes yet. i haven't showered. i've facebook-chatted with liz. i've called two people: my family and kenley and i've sat.

i just returned from freetown, sierra leone, where marcia and i spent time with our staff who serve there with word made flesh. i haven't had time to touch the surface of what i'll need to uncover and discover from my time and observations there.

i'm sitting in my apartment and it's the first time that i've been quiet...and the world has been quiet. words, conversations, tears, laughter are catching up to me like the jet lag that's approaching ever so quickly.

and so i'm back. somewhat reluctantly, somewhat happily and quite sad. i need to make a good effort to attempt to get ready for bed. i haven't touched my baggage. i have looked at my bills and letters, read a few prayer letters, read and responded to some email. read the news....and wrote bad sentences.

to bed i go. i'll write more later. much more.

jara