Oh good old America…it’s great to be home most moments. but I can’t wait to get back to Africa, with my team. I miss being able to turn to anyone and talk about my faith and what God is doing. I miss worshipping and praying with the people in Africa. I have never seen such real and meaningful worship and desire before. People have nothing in American standards but they thank God more than most of us do.
I miss my friends at the hospital, and my favorite little baby. I miss my family of 35 that are crazy fun. I miss having one on ones, and D- groups. I would even eat peanut butter and jelly every day again just to see the faces of those people. 🙂
Ill never forget the freezing cold, amazing showers, the carb crazy meals, the smell of our clothes after being on the line for a day, after taking 3 hours to handwash my wardrobe. being woken up at the crack of dawn by my lovely teamates, sweating during drime practice, fitting 20+ people in the Kumbi, walking to and from the church in Jbay to hear the amazing discipleship conference, running in the pooring rain to the township, having braii on Sundays with the delicious pap and meat, hearing the African choir sing in Atteridgeville, the look on everybodys faces on days we got MAIL! ………. oh the amazing things God does.
Team K! not pictured: Joie, Nicole, teresa, and Luke
WOW!!!!!!!!
I would eat peanut butter everyday to see you again too!