I am back

I’ve made it. After a long exhausting journey I am here. It feels good. It feels bad. I cry for what I left behind, I cry for what’s ahead. More importantly I try to cling to what I have heard the Lord ask of me in the last year and a half—that’s how long I feel like God has been preparing me for this time.

Once I got on my way from DC everything went pretty well. My time in Johannesburg was nothing but blessed by kindness from an arranged mutual friend. I was well taken care of and graciously received from and returned to the airport with enough Rand (SA currency) in hand to enjoy one last latte!

I managed to maneuver my luggage and get checked into my flight to Beira, Moz after a few grouchy ticket agents and a $250 “rebooking fee” since I missed my flight in DC. Some of you would be proud of me—I am not totally passive in such situations but sometimes you’re just at other persons mercy when your traveling—especially in Africa! I wasn’t thrilled by this expense.

Now that I am back at my house in Moz it seems like I never left. I was going to move into the bedroom Laura lived in before but I couldn’t—it didn’t seem quite right. I am back in my old bed. I did change my mosquito net to a nice, fresh white one which may be a bit less restrictive than the one I suffered under last time. Other than that, I still hate cockroaches, there are still large “crack spiders” that I have chosen to continue to make peace with and the sound of passing sheep could be my alarm clock.

It’s been raining a lot since I have been here. That’s nice though—it does seem to cool it off some. Snow is suddenly a distant memory. I’m suddenly back to a constant state of “moist” and wish I didn’t have bangs to form a nice big curl in the middle of my forehead.

As I sit her with my still packed bags starring me in the face I guess I should try to “settle in”. I still feel quite reluctant by my arrival. I woke up this morning feeling like I was in a very familiar place but feeling very unsure of how I got here and why. I do know why but I need prayers for the strength of it. I feel quite overwhelmed by what I left behind.

My sister’s c-section is on Tues—please cover Disa and Trevor and all involved in prayer. And since I am not there, and you could be, will you help any anyway they need? I know they’re well taken care of. It breaks my heart that I’m not available.

Sarah has graciously let me borrow her phone which allows me to post this. I hope to get my phone arrangements completed tomorrow, so, if successful I’ll send me number out then.

Until then dormir bem. (sleep well, well at least I’m going to sleep:) xoxo