I have returned from Zambia with my body here and my soul still there. The difficulties every time I come back are always unexpected. I struggle with the longing for the mornings in Africa, the rawness of what Africa lays out in front of you, the unexpectedness of what lies ahead. It is like I have returned from another world, a far away place that holds part of who I am in it's grasp.
It is a place that allows a person to have full access to their soul. To feel, seek, search out their true self, their Africa self. I find out things about myself there. Things like I am stronger than I think I am. I am weaker than I think I am. That I posses a deepness in my soul that I didn't know existed.
But it is back to reality now. I have come back to the task of re-doing and doing paperwork for Extending Hands. I do not find this part fun but know it is necessary. It is a little overwhelming and beyond my comfort zone. Believe it or not, being in Africa is not outside my comfort zone, just paperwork and deadlines and finances. That part is taxing.
I keep telling God He has got the wrong person for this job. That I do not know what I am doing but I continue to hear His voice confirming that He has called me to this and He will equip me for the job. God keeps "showing up" in so many ways and especially in Zambia while I was there. This trip was about me and God. About me trusting and leaning on Him completely and wholly. Understanding His sovereignty in difficult situations. About worshiping Him despite circumstances and feelings.
I now move on to trust Him to provide what we need to get Extending Hands registered as a non-profit, financially and also the time and energy. The widows in George compound who are making me jewelry are in desperate need of the help this could bring them. It could be the beginning of a new day for them. A new day in Africa.
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