Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Hmmm.....being called is, well, hard.


So I am sitting here preparing to leave for Shekinah Kids'. For those of you who don't know, that is my church's kids prayer training class. I have been helping out off and on for a couple of years, but really got involved in the last year or so.


I love it! I love kids and I love prayer, how much greater can it get?


Here's the thing, I walk in my house and the first thing I see? (Other than my dog begging to go out) A flag of Ghana and my kente cloth on the wall. Step closer and there are pictures of services, friends, memories and most of all....African Children.


So here's the deal, I nearly melt down everytime I look at the wall...okay so I am definately a drama queen and I know this, but it is very nearly true. My heart aches for Africa.....I long to be there. I long to walk down the street and be mobbed by sellers trying to get me to buy things because I am white. I long to hold the kids in my arms and watch their faces light up as they realize Jesus loves them too, even though they are small. I long to watch as they dance to Father Abraham for the hundreth time, and smile so big when I sit down because of course now they can jump up in my lap.


I long to wake up to the sound of roosters, or the sound of rain drops on the window, not little raindrops, but drops like only Africa can make. Believe it or not, I even long to walk somewhere instead of getting in my car, or better yet, to sit under the stars and have church.....really loud!!


I look at all I have here, and the priveledges I enjoy. All that God has done in my life. I saw a friend...Sister Tandi a few weeks ago and all I could do was think of Africa.


I know I am supposed to be here, and I sort of have peace with that. I also know that I won't be here forever, that God is calling me back to this beautiful land. My heart breaks every morning I wake up and I am counting down.......counting down until the day I board the plane back to the land of my calling. I don't know exactly where, or when, but I know it will be.


One day I'll be back again. Back to all my beautiful African Children, and all their smiling faces. Lord give me the strength I need to be strong until that day.


1 comment:

Amber said...

Hey - I found your blog on Tracie Smith's and thought I'd leave a comment.

I definitely know what you mean about feeling at home in Africa. I spent 3 months in Botswana and another month in South Africa. I absolutely love it! There's an african proverb that says "the dust of Africa never leaves the soles of your feet" - how true is that?

I'd love to hear more about your experience (where you went and for how long and all of that good stuff). My personal blog is www.ambercorey.blogspot.com.