This post comes almost a year after leaving for Kenya in June, 2017. It has been many months since leaving Tharaka, and though I only spent 12.5 days there, I feel like I'm missing home. The first few days back in the States were strange. My emotions were all over the place. I missed so terribly the people I had just left on the other side of the world: a people who looked and lived differently than me, yet somehow weren't all that different. I missed them and the ache would not go away.
That ache was familiar, however. When I left Ecuador a year earlier, I felt the same way. As the plane took off from Quito to bring me back to the States, I prayed for God to bring me back to that place. Soon after returning home, though, the desire faded away. I waited for it to fade away with Kenya, too. But it didn't. I even offered it back to God. I told Him that, "if this desire is not from you, and is just my own emotions, then please take it away...but please, don't take it away."
I have spent nearly every day since returning from Kenya longing to go back. I'd jump on a plane tomorrow if I could. I fell in love with a little girl there, and I can't explain the feelings I have for her and for Tharaka. It doesn't make sense, at least to my human mind. I look at the pictures of my trip to Ecuador and of the kids, and sure, I miss them, but it's not like the feelings I have when I see pictures of Emily and my trip to Kenya.
When I left Kenya last summer, leaving Emily and Stella and Susan and Leenya and everyone else behind, I had no idea when I'd see them again. or if.
I don't know what God is doing, but this July, I'll be heading to Arusha, Tanzania, and Tharaka, Kenya. I'm beyond excited to head back to Tharaka! And I'm excited to see how Tanzania fits into all of this, whatever God is doing. I know, though, that whatever it is, it's good, because He only has good for me.
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