Home

I don't know much. This simple truth...I know to my core. But I know that we are home. What do I start writing about now that we are back? Do I write about all the everythings that happened while we were in America? Do I write about the lessons I learned in the last 6 weeks? The last 4 days? I think that will take a few more days to process. But what I will tell you is that when I stepped off the plane and breathed in our Beloved African air, we were back-smack in the middle of the right place to be. So then fast forward to me going to the woman's restroom (as soon as I was able) and on the back of the toilet was a red purse...so I quickly looked out to see if I could hand it off to the rightful owner. No, she wasn't there. So I would take it to the front when I was done washing my hands but when I came out of the stall there was a rather large African lady in all her glory (jewelry, African clothing, head wrap) and there she was hugging me and kissing me and telling me "thank you" for finding her purse. There is just nothing like getting kissed and hugged (picked up off the floor) by a big African lady. Yup. I am home.

Comments

[Crystal Renaud]

now that was a fabulous story. much love to ya.

[mandy]

kristi:
"home"... that's how i felt when we got back to seminary a few weeks ago (well, minus the big African lady accosting me in a bathroom!). :)
i never thought i could call sub-frigid New England "home".
but, yeah, right now its "home".
blessings