This week as I was outside, getting eaten alive my mosquitoes, I sprayed myself with bug spray. As the smell of deet filled my nose and the greasy spray soaked into my skin, I was immediately taken back to Africa.
A year ago, I had just graduated from college. The world was at my finger tips. With our best friends, The Shumans, and mentor, Jim Beck, Chad and I boarded a plane destined for Kenya. We were there for 6 weeks. It was an amazing life changing mission trip. So many days, I love to dream that I am back there.
I love to imagine that I am sitting and drinking gallons of the completely amazing chia tea made by the Africans. As the evening light disappears and the night sounds start, I imagine sitting discussing how to change the world as Jesus did. I imagine the feeling of being consumed with people and forming a community. I imagine the sound as the electricity fails yet again. I imagine thriving with the slow pace of life along the many bouncy unpaved roads.
Most of all, I imagine the people. The complete sense of community and Christian friendship and the thought that this must be what heaven is like.
I love how in one single act, the spraying of bug spray, I am filled with these wonderful images of Africa.
I will leave you with this song. I remember Chad singing it often as we traveled the African plains.
Plus, the video is hilarious. My- how music videos have changed.
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