Big God: Little Me

Just before drifting off to sleep last night, I laid listening to sounds of the night. With my window open it seemed as if the night was coming to life. The sounds of crickets filled the air and reminded me of home. Dogs barking in the distance, a mosquito buzzing around (who feasted on my arm last night), and the occasional scurry of the mongoose that lives in my attic. Oh, and how can I forget the hyenas. Yep, I have hyenas that spend their nights calling not too far away from my bedroom window. I guess it's safe to say that I am not in North Carolina anymore. 

Even in an evening of listening to life come alive all around me, I am reminded of what an amazing experience this is! I have had a rough go at it lately as I have tried to, yet again, create a new normal. Home has seemed even further away than usual, and with that my desire to be there has grown even greater. Yet after days upon days of crying out to God for a peace, comfort, and joy that can only come from Him, I felt His very real presence today. 

The reality that I am in Africa literally living my dream in bigger and bolder ways than I ever imagined hit me. The work that God is doing, and that I get to be a part of, hit me. The ways that He has revealed Himself to me in my time here hit me. I am not saying it is an easy road from here. However, what I am saying is that I am thankful to be on mission serving a God who is faithful. A God who looked upon all of His creation and intentionally sought out my hurting heart to reach today.