I'm packed. I'm ready to go. My luggage weighs 50.5 pounds and the limit is 50, so it is under strict orders to do some sit-ups. I have a passport photo that belongs on America's Most Wanted, I'm officially vaccinated against Malaria, and I'm already missing air conditioning.
I'm ready to GO!
This time tomorrow, I will have left the country for the first time, have seen both the Chicago and Amsterdam skylines, and be very confused about what time it is.
Speaking of... time for this little Wentzville girl to get ready to conquer the big African country.
I love you all and I miss you already!
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
But I don't speak Dutch
I leave for Africa in exactly one day, seven hours, and forty-three minutes. [Insert a mix of pure adrenaline, excitement, and terror.]
Up until a year ago, I would have claimed utmost comfort with the United States. Specifically Missouri...even more specifically, my house...
It's amazing how God has given me a reality check and told me exactly how I'm going to get out and live for Him. There's something beautiful about knowing that His plans are all that matter, and I'm just going to stumble through and try to follow them the best that I can.
At the moment, my heart is already in Africa. I think it's been there for months. I cannot wait to see what God has in store for me. I know I am going to walk away someone who I have never been before.
My placement is in the Volta School for the Deaf. Yep, you heard me right: I've had one semester of an American Sign Language class, and I'm off to teach 249 Deaf African children. Of course, I'll be speaking the local dialect, Ewe, the rest of the time. No big deal, right?
But first things first: I need to learn how to say "I'm lost" in Dutch. After all, I catch my transfer flight in Amsterdam.
Up until a year ago, I would have claimed utmost comfort with the United States. Specifically Missouri...even more specifically, my house...
It's amazing how God has given me a reality check and told me exactly how I'm going to get out and live for Him. There's something beautiful about knowing that His plans are all that matter, and I'm just going to stumble through and try to follow them the best that I can.
At the moment, my heart is already in Africa. I think it's been there for months. I cannot wait to see what God has in store for me. I know I am going to walk away someone who I have never been before.
My placement is in the Volta School for the Deaf. Yep, you heard me right: I've had one semester of an American Sign Language class, and I'm off to teach 249 Deaf African children. Of course, I'll be speaking the local dialect, Ewe, the rest of the time. No big deal, right?
But first things first: I need to learn how to say "I'm lost" in Dutch. After all, I catch my transfer flight in Amsterdam.
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