I’m Coming Home

I’m going to be blunt and honest. I’m really dreading writing this blog. I have been doing everything I can to avoid writing it for the past week. And even now, as I sit here and finally buckle down to actually write it. I don’t know what to say.
 
Tomorrow, I leave Malawi. It will be the last time I walk down the dirt road through the Islamic village. The last time I get chased down the road by tens of twenties of children screaming, “Azungu!” and grabbing my hands and arms. It will be my last day sleeping on the ground, without a pillow or a sleeping pad. It will be one of the last days I am with my whole squad.
 
It’s the end. And not only is it the end of Africa, it’s the end of all of this. The end of almost 9 months of being away from home. The end of experiencing culture shock three times over. Of changing currencies, new languages, different religions, different skin types, and cultural norms.
 
My mind is seriously on overload. There’s so many things I want to say and put in this blog but I honestly don’t know how to write it. I don’t know how to explain to you all that’s happening in my heart right now. I don’t think that I’ll truly know until I’m home. Which is why, this isn’t the last blog.
 
I love you all and words cannot explain my gratitude, thankfulness, and sincere love and appreciation I have for all of my supporters, both prayer and financially. Everything that has happened to me in the past year, the things that I have seen, learned, all that the Lord has taught me and is still teaching me, the amazing people I’ve met and relationships I’ve formed, all of that would not have been possible without those of you who have supported and covered me in financial blessings and abundant prayer. Thank you.
 
Again, words cannot accurately express all that my heart and mind are doing right now. I’ll write again once I’m home.
 
See you all in a few days.