Under My Skin

I am in love. Not with a person but more with a people. And it has been a long time since I have been able to spend time with said people. And I do not know if I ever will again. And that breaks my heart. To love a people is something that is hard to understand unless you have experienced it. Some of you may think I am strange because of this, but some of you will understand. I love South Africa. And I MISS it. I have been blessed with the opportunity to go there on 3 different occasions and loved all of it. That country is engraved on my heart and I want to go back, desperately. If God desires that I never return then I am ok with that because at least I got to go in the first place. Doing what I did with YWAM is not something that you can just walk away from. You can't label it as the past, something I did when I was young. It is a part of me now and always will be. I don't know why this is all coming to the surface now, but I needed to vent a bit. I need out of this country. It has been 4 years since I set foot on foreign soil and I'm almost sick for it. But because I can't go right now I will pray. I will pray for the people I know, the friends that are dear to my heart; but I will also pray for those I don't know. Those who suffer from AIDS, street kids who are sniffing glue, young girls who are being raped, families who wait endlessly for their next meal, and for those who continue to carry on in the work of helping these people. I pray, because that is a high calling, and is the next best thing to being there. I'll go back someday...