Sand in my shoes

Not one day is the same. Not here nor home. I was told that this country must fit very well to my adventurous nature, and I agree. We left early for the Africa School of Missions, which is located maybe fifteen minutes away from White River. ASM has a bible school located in its premises and it helps people in the near-by village. Four groups were formed: building, gardening, food delivering and home-based-care. I was in the last, mainly for my future profession.
Car was full but fairly empty concerning we are in Africa, and the road to Jerusalem Health Care Center was short. Yep, the area where I roamed is called Jerusalem. Morning started with Word, prayer and some great African praise songs which are quite motion-oriented, it was so great. After that we separated in smaller teams and went into the community. First of all we went to a house where there was a woman who had just lost her child. African mourning songs are more uplifting than ours, but still it was great to see how the comforters encouraged the mother to mourn but still remember that truly the child had now gone home.
After that we went to some people around the village, talked to them, gave them some medicine, mostly painkillers, and before we left, always prayed for them with them. These people truly care for each other, and are not afraid to show the love of Christ which is in them. Maybe I should finish my studies and come here, my motivation for studying is truly growing.
And for the last, I claimed before that I just don't feel like I'm somewhere else than home, but it occured to me I was lying. Walking with a backpack full of medical supplies on a sandy path headed to one patient's house, while in the distance I see great cliffs and mountains and below me the houses made of sand and stone, made me just realize in one second that I do not have any clue where I am. I have been walking in some haze all the time, not getting a good grasp of anything yet. But now that I know I'm in that haze, I'll try to grasp things harder, making this time really worthwhile and making a difference with my presence here.

“Longing for the ideal while criticizing the real is evidence of immaturity. Settling for the real without striving for the ideal is complacency. Maturity is living with the tension.”
- Rick Warren

With love, Markus