This morning I woke up and my heart beats for Africa. I saw a picture and the yearning burned deep. I want to go, Lord.   

 
The titles don’t scare me as much today. This one was about Ebola continuing. I’m not careless. Or fearless. But I still want to go, Lord.
After spending a few days with the cousins, it hit me that soon this luxury of closeness would be gone. But I still want to go, Lord.

This application has been killing me. 400 character box after 400 character box has dragged on as I’ve keyed in my doctrinal beliefs in what feels like a never ending document. Yes, Lord, I still want to go.

I’m packing us up again. How much stuff can four kids possibly need?! We’re joining the youth group on the missions trip for 3 nights and four days. We’ll be shooting from the hip to get the opportunity to serve with them – with my 11 month hitchhiker and all. It’s not going to be easy, but it’ll be an adventure. And it makes me hungry to go, Lord.

I feel You priming my heart, Lord. L’Afrique. Beautiful, dry scorching Africa. It’s worth it. We’ve counted the cost. In Your timing. In Your way. J’adore L’Afrique, mon Dieu. Mon coeur brûle en moi pour L’Afrique. Envoyez-moi, mon Seigneur. Envoyez-nous. 

(I love Africa, my God. My heart burns within me for Africa. Send me, my Lord. Send us.)