I've got to say it.
I'm pretty excited.
In a few short days, I will be hopping on a plane to spend my 4th summer in a row in Africa. Although this trip looks completely different than those of the past, I am super thankful to be continuing the tradition of spending three months out of the year there.
In case you didn't know… (which you do, because you read my blog, therefore I assume that you know me.. but then again, maybe not, so I'm going to tell you anyway..)
I LOVE AFRICA.
Absolutely love it. Uganda in particular. It doesn't take more than 5 seconds of meeting me to know it. I never take off my Africa necklace. Chances are I'm likely wearing a t-shirt that either has a picture of the continent on it or benefits a project somewhere (like these awesome clothes: www.147millionorphans.com) And even though I've spent 9 months in Uganda and it definitely has the biggest piece of my heart, I truly have a heart for the entire continent. My heart beats to an African drum. I'm just as excited to be going to Mozambique as I would be if I was going back to Uganda. (Okay, that's not true. Not even close. But I am excited to spend three months in a different part of Africa.)
I was made to live there.
I'm excited about the months ahead. I'm excited about the mosquito nets and avocados and kids everywhere. I'm excited to brush my teeth with bottled water and maneuver around potholes and drink sugar-cane sweetened coke out of glass bottles. I'm excited to be sweaty and dirty and exhausted and.. Full.
Full of life. Full of joy. Full of the Spirit. Full of.. everything.
My heart feels full when I'm in Africa in a way that is hard to explain. It's almost like God literally placed an Africa-shaped hole in my heart that is only filled when I'm there.
I can't wait. And luckily, I don't have to for much longer. Like Shakira so brilliantly said in her song "Waka Waka" for the World Cup–
IT'S TIME FOR AFRICA!!!!!!!!!!!!
