the Journey is Not ending

Tomorrow is our last day in Ethiopia. Our last day in Africa. At 10 pm our plane will leave, our bodies will leave this continent, but my heart sure will stay. On a physical note, I'll probably stay up tonight, as much as I feel necessary to be very tired for that 17 hour flight west, back home. I can't wait to see my family, but I don't see how I can just leave this place. Part of me is so tired. Mentally, physically, emotionally... but another part of me is begging to stay. Begging to stay where there is so much joy, so much need, so much genuineness, and so much corruption. I do not, on any note, have this place figured out. I have see much, and yet I have seen little. I'm praying for God to show me more, because when He shows me the joy, need, genuineness, and corruption, I see Him. And that is why I am on this earth. The more I see Him, the more I recognize Him, the more I can glorify Him. I can never give Him enough. I'm so insufficient, but He accepts it, He accepts me.

My worst fear is that I'll go home and be bombarded by America from Americans and in that will forget the many angles of the face and love of Christ that I have see on this Journey. I cannot afford to go home and be the same me. I'll have to hold fast to Philippians 1:6; For I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in you will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus.
He is able and willing.