I’ve got a feeling that that will be “my phrase” for the next nine months. It’s said coming from a place of awe most of the time, then others it’s from a place of complete discontent. Thought I’d share some of these awesome and not so awesome moments.
*insert “this is my life.” here
*I’m playing soccer until dark with loving Swazi men in a dirt field while they laugh at my poor foots kills and sprint circles around me and we all end up coming home covered in red dirt.
*Peanut butter is what I’ve eaten for the last two meals and snacks.
*I’m figuring out how to live comfortably in what I first consider uncomfortable.
*I’m sitting in a small room, listening to hits from the early 2000’s with 50 people laughing and talking and playing cards in the dark because the power went out in our little concrete home.
*I’m going to the bathroom in a outhouse that has no doors, the view is great though
*I’m seeing children who are so happy despite only getting one meal a day.
*I’m waking up to kids laughing outside my door and then walking out and being bombarded by smiling faces and hugs that almost drag you to the ground.
*I’m having amazing conversations with my roomies and connecting so much that we realize we could be best friends, and probably will be.
*I’m going to church, listening to a sermon first told in SiSwati then translated to English and then worshiping with SiSwati men and woman who are so passionate about Jesus that it’s nearly impossible not to get emotional
*I have to wait a whole 8 ½ months to see my home.
*I’m lying on the sleeping pad in a building with a tin roof during a windstorm fearing that the doors are going to be ripped from the hinges and the roof will be blown across the field because the wind was so strong.
*When I was in middle school I dreamt that I would one day go play and love on little African babies, and now I am actually doing it.
*I’ve got 8 ½ more months to love and live this crazy life.*
“How is all this real?” I ask myself that question a lot too.
