Two Weeks WHAT?!

Dear heavens this time in two weeks I will be on a plane heading to South Africa. Well, first New York. And then Dubai. And THEN South Africa. After 36 hours of travel. =/

But I'm going with my mom and one of my close friends!! I'm beyond excited to be going with Jessica Seigler, one of the friends whose heart beats to a similar rhythm as mine.

Ok so, probably the reason that y'all are returning to read this, is to get part 2 of yesterday's cliff-hanger. (Did you like that?) ;)

So let's see, at the end of yesterday's blog I was talking about God telling me I was going to be a missionary.

After school that day I remember going home and telling my mom and dad about what Jesus had told me. And since this was an international bible college, there was a man visiting my parents who was from somewhere in Africa. (Don't ask me where. I have no clue.)

Once I told them the story, I remember him turning to me and inviting me to visit him in Africa when I got older. (I should probably figure out where that is, come to think of it ...)

There it was. My first invitation to Africa. And I was pretty intrigued by that.

A few years later my family was living in Atlanta and ministering at a church there. A family from Kenya was there and I just took to them. Pr. Shahasi taught me some swahili and invited me to visit him in Kenya.

And the second invitation.

Zachariah Shahasi has an orphanage, school, and church near Nairobi. He went with our pastor from the church to scope out and buy the land, and they returned with vials of dirt from the property. They set up the vials and anyone who gave to the church plant was able to take a vial with them. The only other stipulation to taking the vial was that we one day also visit Kenya and bring the vial with us, pouring out the dirt on the land that it came from.

I have kept that dirt for years as the physical promise from God that I will one day go to Africa. But even though I had an invitation to two different countries, there was not anywhere that was really tugging on my heart.

And then last April, South Africa squirmed its way into my heart and I have not been able to shake it. I have woken up every morning since then, wishing I was in South Africa. And in two weeks, I will be.

God is so good.

And for the rest of the story ... tune in tomorrow. =)