but by strangers. In Africa I witnessed God move in a way I’ve never seen. I saw real miracles. The blind saw. The lame walked. The crippled stood upright. The diseased were healed. Broken, hopeless hearts were restored. Demons fled. People had a real love encounter with Jesus Christ who is alive and they were forever changed. People realized their destiny. My faith is at a new level because of Africa. God totally broke out of every box I didn’t even mean to put Him in!
I’m going to miss being bombarded by dozens of bare-footed children on the road yelling for my attention and their big, beautiful, smiles. I’m going to miss how Africans worship. I’m going to miss dancing. I’m going to miss chepatis. I’m going to miss the colorful fabrics everywhere. I’m going to miss seeing women carry everything on their heads. I’m going to miss random strangers walking up to me and saying “I want to receive Jesus.” I’m going to miss the pastors and friends who are so passionate about reaching their community. I’m really going to miss how everything is spiritual in Africa. Even nonchristians and witch doctors acknowledge Jesus is real and allowed us to pray for them. I’m going to miss mud huts. I’m going to miss living on African time, which is anywhere from 30 minutes to 2 hours after an agreed meeting time. I’m going to miss hearing “Karibu! (Welcome!)” from strangers. I’m going to miss the occasional power outages. I might even miss how long everything takes in Africa.
