After eighteen hours of flying, we are finally home. I lit the wood burning stove, threw in a load of laundry, hugged my children, thanked God for what I have, for what He has shown me in Africa, and prayed for Mike, Amy, their kids, the people of Ethiopia, and Ganolle...I thanked God for people like the Rodgers, Allison and her family, Laura, the teachers I had met, and the doctors who had been at Langano...and the others who are anonymous to you and I, but have moved to a far away place in order to use their skills to save lives, to educate, and to serve those need it most.
I hope I don't forget about them...returning to the distractions of my life...devoting far too much time to choosing the right paint color for my walls (latte or universal khaki?), and to what I ought to wear to dinner at a friends house (she is always dressed so beautifully!). I suspect the power of the memories will fad a bit, to some extent, at least. But not right now. Right now I will continue to unpack these experiences, one at time, with my children and allow them to sink in and change me.
Thanks for sharing it with us.
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What an amazing journey! Pastor Chad here and I finally got around to reading your wonderful account of what was clearly a profound experience. I was away a couple weeks after Christmas but you were all in my prayers. I sure appreciate your honesty and reflections along the way Susan. I found myself smiling and agreeing while being astounded that you did this as a family! I sure look forward to hearing more and seeing some pictures. Maybe I could even get you to share some of your experience with the congregation...
ReplyDeleteThe last time I blogged a whole trip to Africa was the June 07 trip: http://tanzanianvisions.blogspot.com