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.
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so kristen and i were reading this is panera and literally starting crying.
ReplyDeleteyou are such an amazing woman of the lord. you're so willing to go wherever the Lord puts you and that is so so great.
and btw i'm lost in dutch is Ik ben verloren. haha just in case you need it on the way back :)
We houden van je!