November 2010 through January 2011
marked a very unique time in my life, a time that will not quickly fade from my
mind. During this time I experienced a taste of sub-Saharan Africa. The thought
of the continent stirs countless mixed webs of memories and emotions that force
me sit and reflect.
I will never forget the tears of sorrow that
formed and slowly rolled out of the eyes that witnessed poverty, disease,
hunger, pain and hopelessness in the African bush. I will never forget the
tears of joy that poured out when villagers first heard about unconditional
Love from a Savior and their response to chase after it.
I will never forget the time my life was
nearly cut short in a devastating car accident. I will never forget the grief
of wondering if I would ever walk again as I lay in hospital bed that night. I
will never forget the joy when I took a few staggering, painful steps the next
morning.
I will never forget the excitement
I felt from helping a missionary couple start a coffee shop. I will never
forget the wise words they spoke over me as they displayed a humble, devoted
life.
I will never forget the first time
an idea was thrown out about road tripping across a third of the continent and
how impossible it seemed. I will never
forget the anticipation when we actually began the drive. I will never forget
the fun we had along the entire journey and the relief upon our arrival.
I will never forget how much I
enjoyed sitting down and talking with homeless men in Cape Town. I will never
forget hearing their stories as I shared with them the beautiful story King
without a crown.
I will never forget the numerous
times my jaw scraped the ground when I witnessed the splendor and natural
beauty throughout the land. I will never forget the myriad of new friends I
gained along the way.
I will never forget Africa.
