I totally think that in another life I could have been a hippie. Not so much a free love and puff puff hippie; more of a living on love, we are all beautiful kind of hippie.
I am literally the happiest version of myself when I'm in Africa.
Red feet (from the five layers of red dirt).
Covered in babies and all kinds of happy.
I am totally in my element there.
I could stay forever and smile until my face hurts.
Just thinking about Africa gives me butterflies in the pit of my stomach-- the good kind.
And although I still have no official plans to hop on a plane anytime soon, I know it's coming.
I can honestly say that I feel more at home there than I do here.
My heart literally aches to go back.
There are very few times that I have been completely certain
that I was doing exactly what God wants from me...Africa is one of those times.
So until we meet again, Africa, know that I'll be missing you and longing for you and dreaming of you.
Every. single. day.