After leaving White River Sunday morning, I finally made it home safely Monday evening. My family welcomed me home at the airport and took me out for dinner at Olive Garden and custard at Kopps for desert! I had almost forgotten what it was like to have delicious food after 2 months of beans, rice, and cabbage all the time. I have been trying to think of one last entry that would be able to appropriately express what these last five months meant to me. Do I share my favorite part or the most challenging part? How the children in Mozambique and Uganda captured my heart? Maybe I could try to explain how God revealed himself in such a real way or how my faith has changed? Then of course, I could go on for hours about the new family I have in South Africa, how much they impacted my life and truly demonstrated a radical love. Each one seems like an endless story though that can’t really be put into words on a blog! Words can’t adequately express the brokenness I experienced during different lectures or how vulnerable I felt while visiting the orphans. So I leave you with this —during these last five months I’ve learned that pushing God’s hand away and trying to do things on my own doesn’t work. So instead of pushing it away, I grabbed on tight and encountered the power of His presence. I’ve begun a process of growing and I know He still has a lot more growth for me even now that I am back at home. I do not know what comes next, but I understand now that not knowing is okay. After all, that is what it means to live by faith. So my prayer is that each one of you will be able to experience something similar to what I have the last 5 months. I pray that you will be completely broken and have an experience that leaves you speechless, in awe of God’s love.
