one year past, not a memory lost.

This is what I woke up to everyday for two and a half weeks a year ago from now. I would step out of my door and this is the site that greeted me each and every morning. This is what I saw the first morning I woke up in Africa at 5:30am, unable to sleep and I spent over an hour just talking to God and taking in his creation. It's been a year. And the longing for Swaziland hasn't decreased, but almost tripled over the last few days. Memories of the plan ride, meeting the team from Bethany and the Cox's...painting the preschool, attending church at Jemba, meeting Mbendulu, playing soccer with the boys, holding children in my arms...All those memories are even fresher than when I first came back. And even harder to deal with.