Let's face it y'all, I'm obsessed with Africa. There is no way around it. I have a passion for the continent, would happily talk about it until I'm blue in the face, and desire nothing more than to serve the people of a place I know only in my heart. That's the key though, it's in my heart, it is ingrained in me as deeply as it can get.
Friends, I am only fifty-one days away from setting foot on warm African soil, filling my lungs with air from the place that has filled my heart for years now. Fifty-one days away from living out my dream. Fifty-one days away from the faces of the precious children that are so a part of my zest for service. Fifty-one days...
Over the past few weeks in preparation to go:
- I tried Ethiopian food for the first time. Yumm-O!
- I traveled to Mississippi for a week to go through Global Outreach International's training program: a week of intense mission field prep. From 8am-6pm, a trainer, myself, and 8 other missionaries covered everything from how to best use the abilities that God has given us to dealing with medical issues that may arise. We worshiped and prayed together, we talked about our hopes and fears, and we went through the ins and outs of being a GO missionary. What a blessing the week was.
- I BOUGHT MY PLANE TICKET! Enough said.
- I sent off my Visa paperwork--please pray that everything goes through the system without a hitch.
As it seems like over the past month my life has oozed conversation about Africa, I am beginning to realize that this mission trip is no longer a long ways off in the distance. It is well on its way. I have less than two months until take-off, and as these short weeks close one after another, I will only share more and more about my passion. A window into my heart... That is what these conversations are. Luke 6:45 describes this portion of my life to a tea.
"Her mouth speaks from that which fills her heart."
It is quite obvious what fills my heart.... A not so little place called Africa.
