home and turkeys

ok, the past two weeks have been buried in the saying goodbye to kenya, and the welcome into america, my home. i love this country. i love kenya. the transition is harder than i had first assumed it would be. its like culture shock all over again. there are no people walking all over the place, no garbage in the streets, orderly traffic, tons of stores to be found! its insane what a giant selection walmart has, wow! oh, but i am home, with my family. i know its cliche, but you never know how much you love something til its gone. when i got off the plane in charlotte, seeing my little brother for the first time was shocking! i do honestly believe that he has grown over a foot! after hugging my much missed parents, waiting for luggage to come around, then loading it in the car, we started our journey to franklin, nc. ah, i had forgotten the spellbinding beauty of these smokey mountains…as we drove, we talked. i was amazed all over again at how sensible and wise my father was. he offered much needed words of wisdom and direction into my life. and my mom, always patient and caring, still teaching me to trust and be obedient to the Lord. thank you God for my parents who serve you. we arrived at our house late-ish in the evening. i was exhausted from the seemingly never ending trek to america. but i was here, i had made it home. my two older brothers and sister came over. i love them! how i missed their ability to make me laugh at their ridiculous words. they brought me up to date on all the things that i had missed. into the night i began realizing that jet lag had grabbed me with vengeance. but i was home! and its another start to a new journey. a journey that is to be bestowed into my life with the promise of diligently walking in the details of all that the Lord has planned for me. details. a dear friend once told me “you cannot eat a whole turkey in one single bite.” ponder that…