Since moving back home a year and a half ago, it still hits me… images and memories, the ache for what was and that season. The longing to go back. As time passes, those moments have become less and less. But still, they come…
Two nights ago, after work, I was on the computer. And I clicked on the link to our mission blog where I journaled our 2+ year season with Mercy Ships. It was like the present stopped, and I found myself taken back into time… back to West Africa. I could almost smell it. And feel the heat, and hear the sounds. I felt the emotions all over again as I read entry after entry. It was here that it hit me again. That ache in my heart to go back. The longing for what was… what life was like and what I was doing; what I was experiencing and learning. Better yet, what I was giving and what I was receiving. My life over there was purposeful, intentional, and so meaningful. So rich. I want that again. I miss so much. The simplicity, the pace of life, the culture. It feels like another world, another lifetime. I am reminded again of how grateful I am for that season the Lord gave us.
These moments are still hard for me to express and put into words sometimes.
Yet, it was in that moment I felt like God was telling me that we are not done with Africa. Or missions. I know, we are adopting from Uganda, so we’ll be back. Aside from that, though, I think we’ll be back again. No, I don’t know when. Or what that looks like. It won’t be for awhile. Right now, family is our season. We are growing. And with another adoption in the future, it will be several years. But, it excited me nonetheless. For the future, and what’s to come. And how the Lord will direct us, and to where. It may not be until our kids are older, or even out of the home. Only the Lord knows, really. I expressed this to my husband, and he has sensed this too. Needless to say, I don’t think we’re done with Africa. :)
Then, the very next day, I met one of the housekeepers at the hospital where I work over lunch. And can you believe where she was from? Sierra Leone! Oh how this made my heart so happy! I knew by her accent that she was from West Africa. So we chatted about Salone. It brought back so many memories. It was like God put her in my path that day to connect the two worlds I still live in, and to bring me a taste of that dear continent that holds so much of my heart.