Africa. Spills off my tongue. Third syllable punctuates flight confirmations. Paradigms flash across mental screen. Concepts I'm familiar with from worlds away. Acquainted through pictures, blogs, books, movies, stories. Acquainted in the comfort and safety of my bubble world.
I have no name for this. Naive. Curious. Broken -- but not really. How can I know if I'm really broken? Vague. Stories without sensory experience.
This mama's dreams for her children coming true: That their faith experience would echo the words of C.S. Lewis, "Course' he isn't safe. But he's good. He's the King, I tell you." (Chapter 8, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe)
A jumble of anticipation, fear, excitement. Change my heart. Help me see with new spiritual eyesight. What do you see when you look on humanity? What did you experience when you exchanged Heaven's perfection for physical depravity? What does "has no place to lay His head" mean exactly? Rock this family's world and never let us be the same.
Six weeks until departure. Malawi.