4 months
Here I am in America... Sigh, it's been... how long? sheesh, 4 months. Man. I've been in America for 4 months. I've been home for 4 months... and I still feel African. I was eating dinner just tonight and I thought, why am I wasting time with this crazy piece of metal when I have this perfectly good hand connected to my body? Why can I not get used to eating with a fork? Is a spoon that bizarre of a concept that I can't get the hang of using the thing? Will I ever get used to this again? Why when I am here, in the land of my birth, do I feel like I am no longer at home?
How do you make it ok again, when you have had a taste of where God wants you, but you can't get there yet? God knows the timing of the thing though, and you can't finish the race before you start. So you have to walk it in the right order or it's not where God wants you... right place at the wrong time= wrong place... Learning to be content and wait... thats the hard part.


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