Smiling at the future.

Not a day goes by that I don’t think about Africa. I may even venture to say that not an hour goes by. Africa will do that to you. It seizes your heart, and never lets it go.

I long for it.

As I was walking out of work to go to lunch today, a picture popped into my head of me walking that same path, but with a precious little African boy, just learning how to walk, his tiny hand wrapped around my finger.

If I could, I’d be on the next flight out of here to make that dream a reality. If I could, I’d come back with more than just one. If I could, I may go and never come back.

The hardest thing is the waiting. My heart is there, precious babies that I want to kiss and hug and rescue from poverty are there, my God is there, yet I am not. Yet. I have full confidence that I will return one day.

But I don’t just want to go.
I want to be sent.

And when He sends me, I will not hesitate. For His plan is so much better than anything I could imagine.

So I will wait. And I will dance. And I will laugh. And I will pray. And I will worship. And I will be grateful for where He has me. And I will live this life that He has me living to the fullest. For my cup already runneth over, and I’m going to enjoy every last drop.


2 thoughts on “Smiling at the future.

  1. Africa, she is a sneaky one. You go thinking you are helping her, her people, and her children, and you leave and realize it was for you all along. Ethiopia stole my heart and I pray I never get it back. I can't wait to see how God, who put these desires and longings in your heart, is going to see them through. I can't wait!

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