Details are lacking, I know. To those who are following, subscribed, reading, and more..I apologize for not letting you fully in. So much happens that I almost don't know how to handle processing it let alone trying to describe it to someone else. I wish I had pictures and videos to fully convey the beauty that is in Africa. Red dirt that stains everything you own, but you secretly love it and pray your shoes stay that tint all the way back to America. Not caring if you put your dirty feet in your sleeping bag, because you're starting to love this lifestyle. Eating termites that 4 year olds hand you as if they were Mike n Ikes, because that's one of the cutest offerings you've ever seen. Finding your best quiet time with God on the back of a dirt bike as you escape the rain clouds to make it home in time. Running to the empty church and hiding out for hours, because…you didn't run fast enough from the rain clouds. Falling down the mud slide and ruining your only nice church outfit (but saving the guitar). Praying endlessly to bless homes, to bless families, to bless anything. To non of the electricity, to all of the lanterns, to the suffocating bug nets, to the mud huts, to the giant spiders, to the endless walks in the jungle. Shaving your head because you need a new innovative way to have an air conditioning system. Chewing on sugarcane not because you want to try it, but because it's the new candy. Saving your bread from breakfast to go feed the monkeys after church. Drinking cola at every chance you get because it taste like home, even if it causes your liver to ache. Meeting friends who you share no language with, but spend hours with on their mountain top home. Children so enamored by your skin that they either love you…or scream running away. God showing off with His double rainbows over and over and over. To living on a mountain that overlooks Lake Victoria. To being so determined to swim in Lake Victoria, even if there are deadly bacteria and weird worms that attach themselves to you. Making sure you watch all of the Avenger movies with your best friends. Preaching one of the best sermons that God has given you and your translator doesn't understand you…aka no one understands you except your one teammate. Letting your toe that you simply stubbed on a step get so infected that it has to get (only partially) cut off. Going to a random hospital with your best friends so they can be your stand in Mom's and hold your hand while you cry and talk to the doctor about the crazy shots you're getting. Finding dogs in every country, because they remind you a bit of your own back home. Not meeting contacts, but making family. Thanking God in a new language. Leading worship because God call you to. Praying for hours over your sisters and brothers..surrounded by God's love and His angels. Seeing Satan try his best to stop us from spreading the gospel and watching God overcome it. Meeting angels on the beaches of Malawi and seeing God. Running into Lake Malawi that feels like bath water and is consumed by black sand with shades of gold flakes. Having a mud fight with your six best friends and finding sand in every crevasse of clothing for the next week. Taking a fisherman's boat across what seems like a small ocean. To riding the waves like champions, but realizing we aren't exactly champions at sea sickness. Being the most honest illegal immigrants we can possibly be and not going down without a fight. Not letting corrupt government get the best of us and not giving into bribes. Learning to love the back of a pick up truck on the back African roads even if it feels like it's shattering your spine into dust. Green trees that swallow up the mountains with a background of the bluest blue of a lake you've ever seen. Realizing it's just you and God at that moment, all I can see is You. Five of the most beautiful smiles you've ever seen. Five of the most beautiful laughs you've ever heard, wait..not laughs, but giggles. The most beautiful giggles you've ever heard. Know where they come from? Orphans. Girls being loved by their Dad and feeling a love that I don't even fully comprehend. Understanding that spiritual warfare truly is everywhere and truly effects my life. Learning that I am the daughter to my Dad and my Dad gave me authority in this world. Spending days with not prisoners, but brothers. Sliding in the mud during rainy season and accidentally leaving your mouth open, but loving it. Standing in the down pour with your two best friends and only being able to see the dirtiest shade of brown, but beautiful. Appreciating the knots in your hair from bumming rides in the back of more trucks. Spending Christmas with strangers and non-believers and loving it. Speaking of healing into the New Year.
I wanna waste my life on you, God
