Will they remember me? Will this trip be better or worse than the last one?
Will this be my last trip?
As we entered the country, my heart was both excited and confused as to what was going to come of Malawi and me. I never know how close I am allowed to get to people since I will only know them for such a short time. I never know how close my heart will allow me to get to people.
As the trip went on, I met new and old friends. I had been both remembered and forgotten, but all I cared about was the couple kids who remembered me. I had made an impact. I had been both blessed and cursed with an incurable love for a country and of a specific group of people. God reminded me that I had a heart for something that I had begun to forget about:
I love people.
I love Malawi.
and my heart is not finished there.
