I totally think that in another life I could have been a hippie. Not so much a free love and puff puff hippie; more of a living on love, we are all beautiful kind of hippie.
I am literally the happiest version of myself when I'm in Africa.
Dirty.
Sweaty.
Messy hair.
Red feet (from the five layers of red dirt).
Long skirt.
Covered in babies and all kinds of happy.
I am totally in my element there.
I could stay forever and smile until my face hurts.
Just thinking about Africa gives me butterflies in the pit of my stomach-- the good kind.
And although I still have no official plans to hop on a plane anytime soon, I know it's coming.
I can honestly say that I feel more at home there than I do here.
My heart literally aches to go back.
There are very few times that I have been completely certain
that I was doing exactly what God wants from me...Africa is one of those times.
So until we meet again, Africa, know that I'll be missing you and longing for you and dreaming of you.
Every. single. day.
A simpler life - I think no matter where or when it is, we'd all be a little happier with "simpler". Less things, more love. I think in a passed life, we just might have been happy hippies together no? In my prayers...
ReplyDeletewhy yes, yes we were hippies together. It's a given.
ReplyDeleteI think I could be a hippie with you, as well! :-) Couldn't agree with you more!
ReplyDeleteI am with you :)
ReplyDeleteAmy
I definitely have an inner hippie :) And I wish and pray and hope that I can go to Africa someday and love on orphans!!! Seriously a dream of mine. You inspire!! Love meeting you. Love your heart!
ReplyDeleteAwe, thanks! I promise it's not me though-- my love for Africa comes from the Big Guy. :)
DeleteI'm with you too! Aching to be on another continent covered in red clay and brown babies. One day...
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