I am back from ten days of stepping through the looking glass. Africa was magical and difficult as I knew it would be. I am thankful to have been a part of something truly special during the time I was there and hope to be able to return soon. Somehow–and really, I know it was grace from God–I managed to endure heat, humidity, different foods, travel, sleeplessness, and culture stress without so much as blinking. This was not the case when I lived in Asia where, for the first six months, every rumble in my belly was a portend of doom, and constant power outages felt like God’s divine discipline. Of course, this was a short-term thing and I did not have my children with me. Now I love my kids, but I could not BELIEVE the ease of traveling with only myself to worry about. It was ridiculous how streamlined everything felt and I think I wore a bewildered grin on my face the entire trip. I was probably a little obnoxious.
I am in my bed at the moment, eating Grape Nuts which are my passion. The dogs are at my feet, both of them curled like medium-sized caterpillars. I think they’re glad the lenient owner is back. Daddy has his rules, you know. Apparently, I slept hard last night. I don’t really know as I have no memory after eating welcome-home-cake for dinner. But they tell me I slept. My daughter came in this morning and informed me that she’d carried on a conversation with her father about emotions in the middle of the night. She said she looked at me lying there on my side of the bed and could tell I wouldn’t wake up, whatever that means.
It’s good to be back. I will never stop loving the world and its corners. Each time I travel I leave my heart on some shore. But I know that this is my home for now. I am thankful to be reunited with my family, my church, my dogs, and Grape Nuts. Now I think I’ll drink some East African coffee and take a little nap. Talk soon.