I am in the US again, home, enjoying a shower with amazing water pressure, resting in the arms of the man I love, walking with my gorgeous dog and settling into my routine. However, I pray that my routine is anything but normal.
I just spent a month embracing kids that I am financially and prayerfully responsible for; a month meeting people from around the world who love Africa and her people like I do. My feet trod the same soil as herds of elephants and giraffe, and my lungs soaked in the air and breath of a continent I cherish. This has shaken and awakened me, refreshed my vision and strengthened my purpose. My prayer is that this passion infuses itself more than ever into my routine, daily, as I pray for my kids and their peers, for their futures, for their hopes, for their very life breath. I pray that all of my encounters and delights in Africa this past month actually permeate my home and my life, helping others to have even a small glimpse of the supernatural moments I have been blessed with. May these sacred moments in fact be "home."
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