Sometimes I long to be back so much it hurts.
I can feel the red dirt on my feet–it seemed like it would never come off, and deep inside I wished that it wouldn’t.
I can feel those arms wrapped tightly around my neck–oh, that I would never have had to let go!
I can feel the damp heat. I can smell the laundry hanging on the lines. I can hear the large birds squawking in the trees nearby. I can hear the laughter of beautiful brown children. I can hear the boda drivers on the corner, hoping I’ll choose them. I can smell the market. I can hear the laughter and banter from the mamas. I ache to hold and love the dear street children with deep dark eyes.
I pray God will allow me the privilege of going back someday, but . . . today? I am here.
God has me right here and I am content.
I have realized that Africa isn’t the only place where there are people who desperately need love. It isn’t the only place where one can see God perform miracles. I don’t need to fly halfway around the world and be in less-than-physically-desirable conditions in order to grow closer to God. My relationship with the Lord should not and can not have anything to do with where I am in the world.
Because of my deep love for my Jesus, wherever I am, I am with Him. And I choose to always strive to bring Him glory–no matter the circumstances or situations around me! I choose to live for Him!
I love it right where I am.
That’s not to say I wouldn’t jump on a plane tomorrow and head back overseas if God so lead, though.