In my dream I was walking down a familiar street in Ndola Zambia, except that Rafiki was with me.

This was the night after Rafiki called me to say that she'd come home from Liberia, and wanted me to return with her in July.

I've had little to say because I've been thinking about little else.

Many trips and opportunities have jumped up over the laste two years, and I've more or less ignored each one of them. They always seemed out of reach, impossible, untimely. But this time I think I may do everything in my power to accompany Rafiki to the children's home in Liberia.

I think that it's the right time. I could be wrong.....

I guess we'll see. It's something to pray about, anyway.