Here I am...'home' from Swaziland...yet, it really doesn't feel like home.

I have begun to adventure out to see the familiar people and places I haven't seen in eight months. I talk to the people who knew me eight months ago, but have yet to know me now. I walk past building after building paved with people that walk by with nothing more than a glance...not comparable to the "hello"'s, "be my friend"'s, and "marry me"'s I have grown accustomed to. I come home every day to a house with infinite water, heat/air, and food. I have the ability to walk into my bedroom, shut the door, and be alone for however long I want...contradicting my former room constantly full of fifteen people where the word 'silence' does not exist. All of this familiarity actually feels quite foreign. I can no longer pick up random kids walking down the sidewalk and bring them home with me, there will no longer be several marriage proposals per day from men I have never seen, and I no longer have to be in groups of three to walk outside my yard.

However, with all of these things that seem different, and all these feelings I have telling me that everything has changed, I have a God that tells me he has not, and never will, change. The God that is in Africa, the God that blew my mind away, is the same God in the United States. The God that I saw heal, heard speak, and watched change lives...including mine..., is the exact same God here.

As I head on this new adventure, I am asked to trust. I am asked to trust my God is here. I am asked to trust what I knew my callings were in Africa are still the same callings I have even though I'm here. I am asked to know, that I am not familiar to those around me, and continue to have my mind blown away by an awesome unchanging God.

Goodbye for now Swaziland.

Hello America.