I've been avoiding this...
I've been home now for just over a week, embraced once again by North American culture.
I sit now, at home, warm, healthy, feed...but uncomfortable.
I think the greatest irony lies in this fact:
I just spent 2 and a half months in Africa. A place where creature comforts are the way of a distant world, a light that shine on the horizon, a hope for future generation.
I slept in a tent, I was hungry at times, at night I was cold...and yet I was comfortable.
I was more then comfortable, I loved it.
Life continues now, it's good to be home, but I hate it at the same time.
Don't get me wrong, my home life is great. My family amazing, as are my friends...it's just that almost indescribable want for more.
I knew the transition was going to be tough, I've been here before, but it's safe to say as each day goes by, it increases my longing to go back to Africa, more specifically Uganda.
Not a day goes by where I fail to see the smiling face of one those perecious kids, nor where I forget the love, the welcome, the longing for God.
There is something about Africa, something about the uncentainity, the unrelaible, the lack of much.
I've have been offered an internship at Maadi Community Church in Egypt, and after much thought, prayer and council, I have decided to accept it.
I'll be away from home for a year, positioned in the Outreach and Developement department of the church.
I'll be working along side of the Sudanese refugees, the forgotten people in Egypt.
It is an amazing oppertunity, and I would be foolish to pass it up.
I'll need to raise support for my year away to cover such things as food, room and board and other such expensis.
I leave at the end of August.
This is my first firm step towards my goal of becoming a Missionary in Africa.
I'm standing at the beginning of my future...
Grace, Peace and Blessings,