I'm sitting in my beautiful new apartment
looking out my window at the mountains peeking up behind the forest.
I keep burying my nose into the blanket I'm wrapped in
because of my new appreciation for the smell of clean laundry.
My desk is covered in pictures from Africa. and homework.
and peanut butter m&m's.
And all I can think about
is how much I miss Mozambique.
my friends. my babies. heidi & rolland. house #4.
even dirt & bug filled beans and fish fridays.
I am aching inside.
I want to see the power of God manifested in Flagstaff, Arizona
like I saw it in Pemba, Mozambique.
I want to see salvations, miracles, and deliverances.
I want to see people worship God in utter abandonment & complete freedom.
I want to see broken hearts healed.
I want my friends to see God's face and to hear His voice.
I want to see revival happen at Northern Arizona University.
At the same time, I cannot wait to be back in Africa.
I will gladly pee in a latrine
eat rice and beans everyday
have worms and fleas
shower in freezing cold water...maybe once a week
always have dirty feet..and dirty everything else
have electricity sometimes
have crazy, curly beach hair
hand"wash" my clothes
have terrible internet connection
no cell phone
and hundreds of bug bites
if it means I can tell villages full of people about
Jesus Christ
Jesus Christ
hug my little friends again
dance and worship for hours in church
watch salvation after salvation
and miracle after miracle
and...
eat bonbons and drink coke from a bottle at the chicken shack, of course.