Of all the transitions I have experienced over the past few months, this one is without a doubt the most bittersweet. With all the travelling I’ve done, over the course of this trip I have experienced homesickness for the first time in my life and for months I have been longing for this day when it would be time for me to return home. Yet, if home is where your heart is then Africa is also my home and as much as I want to go back home, I don’t want to leave here. The last time I said goodbye to Africa three years ago, God gave me a promise that He would bring me back here one day. This time I have received no such promise and so I must say goodbye, not knowing when or if I will ever be back here again. Even now as I look at all the things on my bed that need to be packed, the whole thing just seems surreal. I would appreciate your prayers over the next 48 hours as I deal with the flood of emotions that are bound to surface.
Anyway, I’m off to pack and then try to get some sleep before my driver comes to pick me up at 5:00 tomorrow morning to head to the airport. Thank you. For everything. See you soon.