Three years. It has been almost three years since my feet have touched African soil; rich in smiles and beauty. And now, here I am. I am back in Africa. As we exit baggage claims and step into the massive familiar airport, I feel an electric wave of excitement run through my veins. Tears well up in my eyes and a smile spreads from ear to ear. Thank you, Jesus for bringing me back! I feel like a six year old on Christmas morning. Joy, joy, joy.
We've spent the afternoon sitting in busses that are transporting us to Swaziland. With the windows down, cool air hitting my face, I smell Africa. If you've been to Africa you probably know what I'm talking about; the raw earth scent, small fires cooking the day's rice, little children covered in the day's dirt. It is a smell I have longed to breath in again for nearly three years. As the early sun sets behind the mountains, the beautiful clear night sky makes an appearance. The stars are incredibly bright and incredibly visible. I had almost forgotten about the unexplainable beauty of the African night sky. Jesus you are so good to me.
Big things are in store. I feel it in my spirit. I can hardly sit still thinking about reaching our final destination of El Shaddai. I can't wait to love on the children every day for a month. I can't wait to be Jesus to them. I can't wait for what the Lord has in store for my heart. It is going to be a good, good month.
Love,
Kara
