How could I have forgotten already?
I have had time to reflect on the past few months. Africa was a fast three months for me. I can name you all the things that I disliked about it, but some how I have blurred out the wonderful experiences. Caught up in the negative, an old pattern time to time. Once I took the time to ask the Lord, He showed me what Africa was really like.
Beautiful children smiling so big, their mouths have to hurt. Their hands waving every time they see us coming from a mile down the road.
Hospitality that I will strive to duplicate in my own home, with loved ones and strangers.
Faithfulness that only comes from God himself, inside those living in such desperate situations. I yearn to walk with just a sprinkle of their unconditional faith.
Worship became not something that I do, but something I live out everyday. Arms stretched out, head bowed praising my creator.
Witnessing the power and majesty of God, as He swept down and healed my teammate Chris. Forever changed my relationship with Him.
Physically seeing God’s love shine through me, and for the first time being able to call myself beautiful, and truly meaning it.
Questioning experiences only to be told “But it’s in the Bible”.
Witnessing God’s canvas as He paints sunsets and skies that look like they could only exist in photoshop.
All of these things, plus more have shaped the person I am today. So yesterday was the day I doubted the things I have learned in the past few months, but today I am rejoicing in the work the Lord has done. Rejoicing that He delights in this journey He is taking me.
