Back in January, I wrote this quote down from the book “Wrecked”:

I want to be the kind of person who doesn’t stall, who faces a decision and boldly steps into it, aware of all the other opportunities I’m missing. I don’t want to be afraid of what I’m missing: instead, I want to embrace what I get to experience.

But in January, I knew what the things I was missing back home were. I knew their faces. And their voices. What I couldn’t tell you, was what I’d be missing if I never left Atlanta. I wasn’t sure if I’d make any friends. I couldn’t tell you if I’d ever enjoy being in Uganda. Or that I’d  ever feel like Uganda was even a good decision. The “what I knew I’d miss” weighed more than the “what I don’t know I’m missing”.

I’m in my 7th month here, and when I think back to that quote, I am reminded at how small my faith can be. Because the “what I don’t know I’m missing” is so much more than I could ever have hoped for. The “what I know now” are the names and faces and stories that are forever engraved on my heart.

And I wouldn’t want to have missed them for the world.

Today was magical. ~ab