Sitting here in the African sunshine, hearing the scary storks and the honking cars and the constant music, I’m wondering if Uganda sounds a lot like my heart. Cluttered, filled with distractions. Noise. Where are You? Are You resonating in all of this? Or are You fighting to be the loudest? Oh, Jesus my prayer is that you would be the loudest thing in me. My desire for the next five months, and for the rest of my life, is that every day there will more and more of You in me, and less and less of me in me. Jesus, make my heart look like Yours.