I’ve been stationary for 6 months now. I will continue to be planted and unmoved for at least a couple more years. My last trip overseas was in February. My next one doesn’t exist yet.
There is so much peace in this season and I’m confident that I am intentionally placed here and settled here. But my nomadic heart still beats in my chest and my hunger for culture and travel and adventure lingers. I love that I can find almost any culture and people group in this city and that adventure is not far from me in any sense.
But there is still so much that I miss.
Although I don’t miss sleeping under a mosquito net half naked praying for the electricity to turn back on so I could catch a tiny bit of breeze from the fan…I do miss drinking milk tea and eating dal with Uncle and Brothers in Nepal.
I miss the people I met in Thailand and Cambodia who felt like old friends. Plus, Thai iced coffee for $1 and delicious meals for $2.
I miss playing and laughing with the kids in India.
I miss Johnson and his kind hospitality.
I miss Alma and her “chima” chalk to keep ants away.
I miss the beautiful people of Swaziland. My heart aches with longing when I hear their voices and see their faces. I have a recording on my phone of children singing in Siswati and listening to it fills my mind with thoughts of plane tickets to South Africa and a short bus ride into Swaziland.
I know that I won’t stay put forever. I’ve realized that in the same way that the call to go overseas is not for everyone, the call to stay in America (or home) isn’t for everyone. For this season, I am happy and I am thankful to serve God in my own country.
But OH how my soul longs for the nations!