I had one of those weird dreams that I have no idea how my brain came up with last night.

I was traveling, on tour doing I don’t even know what. I was on a bus with my boss and several other faceless people. We pulled into our venue, and there was an African Children’s Choir bus. I began to get excited, and my boss just smiled, because she knew they were going to be there and was planning on surprising me. I raced inside with the rest of the group behind me, and we found the choir in devotions. Devotions were my favorite part of touring with the choir; a fun time of singing, dancing, and praising God. They were singing a Luganda song that I knew, and I jumped into the room, clapping my hands and singing along. Then they sang the verse of the song in English, as they often did, and here’s what they sang:

“Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, I made it out of clay…”

I have no idea where my brain pulled that from. As far as I know, there’s no Luganda version of that song.

Aside from having the stupid dreidel song stuck in my head, I woke up missing my kids just a little. Then when I popped onto gmail to e-mail my tour buddy this story (which I know she’ll find hysterical), the chat window popped up, and one of my sweet African friends chatted with me for a few minutes. He filled me in on the busyness of his life, the website he and a friend have been working on, and another organization that he is helping to start. Just those few minutes chatting with him made me miss him, all my African friends, and Africa in general.

I am hoping and praying I can return to Uganda soon. I want to feel the red dirt between my sandaled feet and get the many hugs from dear friends that I am so overdue on. I made a connection with so many special people while on tour and I miss them. Facebook and gmail are wonderful and I am able to keep in touch that way, but it’s just not the same.

Here’s hoping I can find myself back there, singing with them, dreidels or not.