I have been praying about this Africa trip. I told God that if it was what HE wanted, then I would go, but if not I wouldn't fight it.
I found out on Thursday night that Africa wasn't going to work out. That was my answer. I'm not going to fight it.
I was happy to get an answer so quickly from God, but somewhat disappointed in my answer. I guess me wanting to go to Africa, was almost a way of running away.
I found that mission work is a drug. It's addicting.
Helping. Purpose. Adventure. The ultimate closeness to God- It's all addicting.
I have been having a hard time being back and feeling the loss of those great things. I know that I can find them here. No, I know that I WILL find them here!
So, the final plan...Walla Walla. And I'm ok with that.