India. Nepal. Thailand. Malaysia. Cambodia. Vietnam. Uganda. Kenya. Tanzania. Latvia. Estonia. America.
We traveled the world and back again. This time last year we were in Thailand, halfway through month 3 of our World Race. It was about this time that my heart began to long for home, for familiarities, for comfort, where I started to be HOMESICK. Now my heart longs for home, but a different kind of home: travel, adventure, missions, community; all these things and so much more that I never considered home while on the road, but looking back, my heart craves those things now more than ever.
When I look back on my experiences, the pictures and videos, or talk to my new family, my heart aches. More than anything, I want to be back on the field in Africa loving on the beautiful always-smiling children and hug them tightly in my arms. I would give anything to do that right now.
God has called us to this wonderful little church in Bristol, Indiana where Jeremy has officially been the youth pastor for a month now. He's loving his job, albeit stressed most of the time, and we are confident that this is where we're supposed to be. It's so easy to look back at past experiences and wish we were somewhere else, though. Our heart is for the youth, but our heart also longs for Africa. We are torn between two worlds–two impossible worlds.
We feel confident that we will one day return. If you were to ask us when, we couldn't tell you, and if you were to ask us what we'd do, we wouldn't be able to tell you that either. This much we know for sure: God has placed Africa on our hearts, and we are confident that He'll use it in our lives to bring us closer to Him.
Africa is probably where I least expected to fall in love. Africa is where I least expected to call HOME. Africa is where I want to be almost every minute of every day.
