My thoughts are so torn and scattered. I am working my way to settling back in.
At one airport I am excited, ready to see what will happen this next year. How will God stand in for me? The next airport, I found myself asking why God would want someone like me. Someone so UN-ambitious and even lazy. Someone who needs accountability and only has bursts of discipline.
Sometimes I just want to do what I know. Other times I was to do something that is crazy and unusual.
I think I may miss knowing why something is the way it is in the US like why the roads are so straight and buildings are organized. On the other hand the landscape can be kind of boring with soggy, snow covered cornfields.
Sometimes I wonder if I am supposed to be in Tamale. Other times I love that I am not in Accra and get to experience life in a new way. Sometimes I doubt if God wants me in Tamale. Was it my own idea to move here? Did I just waste 2 years of my life in a place I was not supposed to be?
Now other random thoughts during my travels:
I enjoy being able to understand other people conversations. Like, just walking by, I know what they are saying. Not that I stick around to listen :) But in Tamale I can't understand what people are saying and always wonder.
I like hearing different accents. Whether it is a Wisconsin one or a European one or a Ghanaian one. Whatever.
Back in Ghana I was aware of the needs that are here. In the US I can see why people do not want God. They do not see their need for Him. They have all that they want. In Ghana, people have so many needs. One woman was struggling just to give birth and there are no hospitals around. She lost her baby. Prayer here means so much more. And, please, I do not want to belittle the US and say everyone is healthy and rich but the West definitely has abundance.
Also, in Ghana I laughed when on the radio they were talking about soccer. While home everything was American football, football. And here everything is soccer, soccer (or to them football).
Love you. Thanks for Praying!