My last week in Africa, I found myself about half an hour from the gueshouse I was staying with a broken flip-flop. This flip-flop had given me problems all month and up until this day, was held together by a combination of duct tape, scotch tape, and staples. I had no money for a replacement and was forced to limp home with one shoe on my foot and the other in my hand. This wouldn’t be such a problem except for the fact that let’s face it, I was in Africa, and the streets are far from clean. I was literally walking through piles of trash, mud, and urine. This is just one funny example of the situations we find ourselves in while out on the race with a very limited supply of money. I love these crazy adventures!
It’s hard to believe there are less than eight weeks left on my journey around the world. My emotions are bitter-sweet . I am sad to leave this incredible adventure and my squad who has become family. However, I am excited for the next phase in my life. God has spoken to me this year about my passions and His will for me back in the states and I am looking forward to calling America my home and my mission field in the coming years.
I have not earned a paycheck in 9 months
I live on $1.00 a meal/ $3.00 a day which is paid for by my supporters. In some countries, such as Africa, this money goes pretty far. In countries such as Australia and also in Europe spending this money without going hungry is a stretch. We often have to share meals two to three ways.
My clothes smell like Africa and I am too broke to replace them, so we trade clothes within our squads and raid the free pile.
