Its month 5 and a little bit of home sickness is setting in. I have now officially surpassed my longest length of time for being away from home. I know the Lord knew that this is exactly where I would be, so He blessed me with Swaziland.
When most people think of Africa, they think of dry grass, red dirt roads, Lion King trees and maybe some red rock. Or maybe I should say that is what I thought it was going to be like. Southern Mozambique was a lot like that. Swaziland? Not at all. I am sitting on a mountain side (elevation 4,000 ft) on a rock the size of a master bedroom, looking out over 20 different peaks. One of which is so tall that I haven’t been able to see the top of it because its peak is in the clouds. In the morning the sun is overhead and the clouds are white. In the afternoon the sun tucks behind the clouds that have slowly turned a shade of grey. Its rays pierce through the cloud openings. Our contact points to the sky telling the little children here at El Shaddai, “Look its God’s glory.” So beautiful it makes me cry. Cry because I know that the Lord loves me. Cry because I know that He knows how I feel. Cry because I can’t even fathom His beauty. Cry because He made this for His children’s enjoyment. Cry because He didn’t have to. Cry because He did this for me, knowing that I would be missing home this month. Not much to be sad about when this is my back yard.
