My bags are packed. It’s time to move on once again, not only to another country but onto another continent. Usually about this time I start getting antsy to leave. Usually, I am ready for the chance of pace and the excitement of a new adventure.
…but this month is very different.
This month I can’t help but think of all the people I am leaving behind. This month I can’t help but think about all the great and wonderful things that I will not have the opportunity be a part of. This month I can’t help but think of all the friends that will now be an ocean away. This month it feels almost like leaving home again.
I think i’ve known for a long time that I had a heart for Africa, but that I just played it off as being the typical missionary place to go. Then two months ago, I finally get here and after struggling through those months I was honestly kind of ready to leave. Don’t get me wrong, it had been a great experience, an irreplaceable experience… but one I was not really all that sad to see come to an end. I had changed my mind about this Africa, I had decided it was not at all what I had expected, and again just thought that I had bought into the cliche of being a missionary here.
Then God brought me to Cape Town.
I never would have realized that in 18 days I would be able to feel like part of a community. That I would develop lasting relationships. That I would have such a yearning and a desire to see the hope of these people become reality. Something about this place has definitely stolen my heart and I can’t wait to see what exactly God has planned.
“Where you lead me… I will follow.”
