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‘traveling with Scott and Glad’ means us much traveling backwards to where we’ve been as it traveling as anything else in this season. It’s not that we’re not still moving. Life is fully of the richness of Autumn, small person kicking inside and squash soups and studying for Grad school. It’s just that there are days that draw my attention to where we’ve been, and the path, so full of mercy, that brought us here.

Today is the one year anniversary of my evacuation from Malakal,  of all the small miracles it took to get me to Nairobi, to a hospital, and back to health. It also marks the last time I saw many of those faces I loved, and likely the last time I’ll see them again.  For better or worse, a person like me can’t forget the ones I’ve loved, and there are nights I lay awake and remember them, pray for them, miss them as dear friends who live across the world,  who laugh, even things to laugh about have grown thin, because they are alive today.

I am grateful, and I remember, as Scott and I sit before the burning wood stove, eating rich foods and being together, that my friends there still walk down muddy streets to get to the clinic where mothers still line up, holding their babies, waiting, hoping for miracles.

Please continue to pray for Sudan, for Margaret, for the clinic staff and the commissioners, all moving towards elections in the spring and the unknown. I will, too, and feel so grateful for a chance to have known and loved them, and the chance to love them still.

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