Holy cow! I was in Africa!!

I flew over, and saw the Sahara. We drove to the Young Life house in the rain. Real honest-to-goodness rainy season rain.

I walked through that mud the next day. My first morning in Africa.

I played soccer (in Africa). I did my best to know the language. I became more physically affectionate, Etiopian-style.

I saw my life flash before my eyes, while driving in Africa. Sheep and goats, cows and donkeys, horses and dogs. All sharing the road with diesel-fueled trucks and taxis. In Africa.

I saw poverty. And begging. And street kids. I came face-to-face with “the robber”. I hugged orphans.

In Africa.

I climbed a hill to see the moon over Lake Bubugaya. I heard hyenas. We slaughtered a lamb.

I danced to ancient drumbeats. I sang in Amharic. I ate injira and wot. I had the time of my life.

In Africa.

(written in my journal on the flight home)

Even when they are peeing everywhere. Even when they are shedding enough to create three new pets. Even when they shirk my affection.

I love them to pieces.

Even when they are exasperating. When they are costing me extra time. When they are costing me extra money.

I love them to pieces.

Why?

Because, even when I don’t always feed them on time, and I don’t always give them enough attention, and I don’t always have enough patience…

They love me too.

Snapshot, 4:13 pm:

I slept until 11:30 this morning. I am still in my pajamas. I still need to clean my room, and the rabbit’s cage. I really need to take a shower.

I have a headache that refuses to die. I could probably use a big cup of coffee. I haven’t finished the last two chapters of the book for the meeting tonight. Haven’t had my quiet time yet, either

I did bake those cookies for the neighbors. But I didn’t deliver them because I can’t think of what to write in the card. Hannah suggested a Bible verse, and when asked which one said, “Something about being kind to your neighbors, and not being jealous of their asses.”

Have I mentioned how much I love that kid?

The cats need to be brushed and have their nails clipped. The litterboxes need to be cleaned too. Yet I have absolutely no motivation to do so. Taking an hour long nap with said cats, however, is sounding rather appealing at the moment.

But I have to leave the house in less than two hours, and both the house and I need to be a lot cleaner than they are right now.And this headache needs to go somewhere far, far away.

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And I still haven’t brushed the cats. But tomorrow is another day…