From North Africa to North America

Turmoil. Despondency. Relief. Gladness. Apathy. Boredom.

These are some of the emotions that I have been feeling ever since I got back. I miss North Africa and the normalcy of life that has happened while I was there. I am glad to be back in a country though where I don't need to feel fearful or wary should I decide to talk about Jesus or pray out loud.

I miss my team. This team that has turned into a family. A group of people who can rely and depend on each other. I miss having a roomie that I can pray with every night or I can come to if I ever need to prayed for. I miss the fact that I can kiss guys and it's not sketchy. Everything here is too sexually polarized. Although, I do like the fact that I can talk and hug girls now.

I think the one thing that I truly miss is having like-minded people around me at all times. I loved having the projectiles there as well. I feel like there's this bubble of people who are just focussed on wanting to save the lost and will do something about it. Some people don't even know the need for it.

I am not romanticizing my time in North Africa. God truly knows how many times I've cried in 10 months. I don't think I've cried that much in that short amount of time. Doesn't even count the months preceding that! Yet, I've learned to love that place and its people. Well, some of them. I don't like the stupid little kids who call me "Chinois" or "Jackie Chan" or who ni hao's me when I walk the street.

It's nice to have the chance to meet up with my supporters and let them know about my experiences there and how instrumental they have been in my journey. I enjoy meeting up with them and thanking them.

MPD is going to be the death of me. But sometimes death is important so life can begin. I just wish someone would pray with me and just hold me. That could be two different people or the same, I don't really care. lolz.


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p.s. this one's for you lydia!!!