August 1-August 20.
Tomorrow
will be three weeks since I left Zambia. It’s only been 20 days, but it feels
like months. Time is such a strange thing. While it is incredibly consistent
(always 60 seconds in a minute, 60 minutes in an hour, 24 hours in a day, 7
days in a week… okay so months get a little different but that’s besides the
point…) time never feels consistent to me. Reflecting back on the flights to
get to Zambia seems like ages ago. However remembering walking into the Haven 2
for the first time feels just like it was yesterday! Strange.
Thankfully
on the flights back to Atlanta, I did not have any vertigo relapse or symptoms!
Our Lord was watching over me and showing His mercy. I couldn’t stop smiling
once I landed in Atlanta! Security and customs was painlessly quick. Then I got
to hug my family! Bridgette, Mom, Dad and Beth were waiting with Toy Story
balloons. Perfect. I was so relieved to see them that I barely had words or the
ability to react except to stand there and smile.
They're the cutest. |
Over the
next few days, I visited good friends and family. We even went to Tennessee to
celebrate Grandad’s 80th Birthday! While I was thrilled to see
everyone, jetlag was hitting me like a mac truck. So to everyone who saw me
that first week I’m sorry I had very few words. To everyone who asked, “How was
Africa?” please keep asking me! It’s just been the last 4 days that I have been
able to actually answer that question without staring blankly or just wanting
to curl in a ball and cry. I didn’t realize how many days it would take to get
over jetlag, then how many more days until I could reflect enough to for complete sentences over what I learned
and experienced in my 7 very treasured weeks at the Havens.
So to
start answering, “How was Africa?” Let me share a few of the many lessons I
learned…
Meagan
Hawley. Wow. She loves the
children and people of Zambia with her whole heart. One of the many ways she
inspires me is through constant surrender. There are times we would love for
our dreams to come true and things to be easy, but Meagan has shown me the
beauty that comes through the hardships of surrendering your dreams to let God
give you His dreams for you. I love her so much.
Joel.
This three-year-old boy is so determined to walk! He was sweet enough to show
me his smiles, squeals and hugs daily. I love him for that. Joel is learning
and singing with his brothers and sisters in language class like a champ. With
God’s help, I know he will walk on his own one day!
Lincoln (left) helping Joel walk! |
Loving life in language class. This boy is perfect! |
Ba
Edinan is a shining example of servant heart and hospitality. She is a friend
to everybody. Ba Edinan welcomed us into her home and treated us so warmly. She
manages what she has very well and helps the families in her village without
hesitation.
Visiting Ba Edinan and her nieces. |
Bina
Mbombo trusts her Heavenly Father. She shows a different kind of strength and
faith that I pray I have one day. Each day is a new day, and Bina Mbombo knows
that it will be faced with a faithful God.
With Ba Edinan and Bina Mbombo at church. |
Rodwell.
Baby Roadie, who is now sitting up in a bombo seat, taught me the importance of
relying on prayer as a first option not a last resort. Durning the days I was
home sick or at nights when I wished I could be holding him, I learned that
praying for him was the best thing I could be doing. He is God’s baby boy, not
mine. But I am ever so grateful for the chance to love him and hold him. He
continues to challenge and grow my prayer life.
I don’t
know how often I’ll blog from here on out. But please don’t hesistate to ask me
about anything I’ve written or posted. I process and learn through writing and
talking. While there are many things that are uncertain now, I am certain that
I will keep processing and growing from this experience. Thank you for
following me through this journey! Praying for clarity as we all find ways to
serve our Father daily!
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