The opportunity to return.
The opportunity to see friends and to meet new ones.
The opportunity to participate in a Medical outreach, to be the hands and feet of Jesus to people who don’t receive medical care.
To let my feet once again touch the soil and hear the sound of many voices yelling over one another.
To smell the hundreds of smells in the market, overlapping one another.
To see the colorful fabrics and clothing, the bright smiling faces of the children, and the beautiful African landscape spread around me.
To return to the place I called home for a year. To the place that captured my heart, and forever changed my way of thinking and how I see the world.
Will we return? I do not know. We are days away from making a decision, and my very body seems to yearn towards the answer. Will we return for a few weeks with a Feeding The Orphans team? Or will God have us stay here, and do something else?
Oh Lord, may you give us wisdom. Show us the decision you would have us choose, not what we want or desire. Open our eyes to where you want us this summer, whether that’s in Ghana or here in America, or maybe some other country.
But deep in my heart, a whisper is echoing through me. “Ghana...Ghana...Ghana…” Oh how my very body desires to be back there. Just to be back in the place that God molded and stretched me. Back to the place where I sweated, cried, and laughed. To the place where we faced heart-ache and struggles. To the place where our family grew close together. To the bumpy roads and terrible traffic. To the sound of hundreds of children laughing and screaming as they see white people walking towards their school. To have small hands grabbing for your arms or clothing, anything to be near to us.
Back to the place that has my heart, and has never let go.
We may have been separated in distance, but I never forgot...and hopefully, soon, I’ll be able to reunite with the country and people that stole my heart.