I have not kept up this blog very well. I have posted PLENTY on my other blog. You know, the AFRICA one.
When I was in Africa, I couldn't get enough of it.
Before I left Burundi, I made a joke of using the adjective "African" before pretty much everything. I was soaking in the most of Africa I could.
I'm pretty sure Whitney (the other volunteer I was with the last month of my stay) thought I was too silly.
Me: "Well, here I am sitting under the african sun, on the african grass, drinking african soda. How about we go to walk on the african path and meet up with our african friends?"
It was silly, I admit. But I do have this sort of deep-down-crazy-unexplainable-love for Africa.
It seems to be the trend nowadays for Christian girls (guys aren't as into this: why?) to go overseas for a few months. I don't know what started this trend.
So, a hint to Christian guys looking for solid girls: go to the short-term mission field. You'll meet so many!
haha, but seriously.
I didn't go because it was the trend.
I didn't go to look good.
I just went to Burundi to grow and broaden my worldview.
I went because I felt like it was God's timing for the trip to happen.
I went in with no idea as to what would happen.
I had expectations, and many were unmet in ways that God used to teach me some big lessons. Some expectations were incredibly exceeded.
I don't feel quite like the same person I was before I left...
Which does sound a little dramatic.
I have only been home for 2 days, so I haven't seen a huge change (as I've been pretty out of it) but I feel that as I interact, my interactions with others will be changed for the better.
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