you can tak the girl out of the mountain but you can't take the mountain out of the girl

I've been home a week now but adjusting to this new/old life has not been easy. I still wake up on Africa time. My stomach still craves Java House. I haven't laughed as hard as I did with my team. All-in-all I feel a little lost.

The trip is still super fresh and I'm sure in a few weeks waking up at 5am will be a distant memory but one thing I hope is that I never lose this almost unbearable feeling to live out the adventure that Christ has called me too.

I never want the fresh images of smiling children and slum villages to leave my mind.

I never want to forget the way the sky looks from 19,000 ft.

I never want to lose the longing for a community of people like my Kili team.

So, is being home hard? Yes. Would I get on a plane and head back tomorrow? Yes.
But I can rest in the fact that God has me where he wants me in this exact moment and although I may not feel like what I am doing is important, like my job for example, I know that by working hard and doing the best that I can I will be honoring the kids at KDS and the ever-faithful porters and guides of Kilimanjaro.

Uhuru means freedom and freedom I have, to live differently, through the provider of all things big and samll, Jesus Christ.

"On the mountain of the Lord it will be provided" Genesis 22:14

PS- Kili team, who has the prayer rock?