It’s not that I’m not sorrowful,
Or not feeling the loss
Of things, and time; I am.
It’s not that being laid low
And being held back
Have not pricked the bubble
Of my dreams; they have.
It’s not that the price I paid
To come was not high, and
For my family too; it was.
It’s not that the expectations
And hopes of others on me
Here do not weigh heavily
On my soul; they do.
And yet as I reflect and
Consider my feelings,
And look at what has been,
How my Father has held
Me close and met with me;
I see that yes, I am sorrowful,
Yet always rejoicing.

2 Cor 6:10

Written in Uganda