My boat has sailed back into its American dock.
It’s hard to know where to start processing from my trip to West Africa. But I will say this: I lost count of how many times I thought to myself, “Man, I was born to live in a multilingual setting like this!” As I took it all in, my heart was bursting, ready to start loving that place, that people. Sure, it was only my first 10 days in the country; I’m sure it would only take another 10 for those feelings to wear off and for me to run into the real frustrations.
But still, I felt ready to stay and start living there. I know I need to be back in the US right now to raise the rest of the necessary financial support. But oh, I’m tugging at the line, wishing my anchor were down on the West African shores rather than here.
I know the Lord will get me back there at just the right moment, and I have lots of work to do in order to return. But for today, I’m reflecting, reminiscing over photos, remembering their songs and their bright smiles.
Bo jaf lakas, West Africa. Until next time.