Tres Dias

The little status thing on myspace is down for the moment, so I’m blogging just to inform everyone that I’ll be gone for the next several days. I’ll be away on a spiritual retreat called Tres Dias. I’ll be leaving tomorrow (early afternoon) and be back in the wee hours of Sunday night. This is a cell phone-free retreat. Looking forward to the three days of mondo me-and-Abba time; it is really needed now ... as is hearty rest. Yall have a great weekend!!! :) Keep me in your prayers as I seek my Daddy’s direction on lots of things. Thanks!

O Africa, My Africa (a poem)

Current mood:quixotic

After preparing my heart to go to Africa and thinking that I was set to be on a summer team for Uganda and Ghana, the door slammed in my face with ECM with little explanation. Out of my sadness at this turn of events, I wrote this poem.

O Africa, my Africa
how I miss you already
how I long for you to be cared for and loved.

O Africa, my Africa
how sad I am like a mother who has had her child ripped from her arms to be trampled,
I long to be with you and care for your beautiful, multi-toned children.

O Africa, my Africa
my prayer for you is that many will go and give their love for you,
you who have been abandoned and raped and destroyed.

My heart is sad and tears form now in my eyes.
I sit and ruminate about why the door has been slammed in my face when I am able and willing to care for you.
Well, perhaps I'll still get to be there for you and myself by the time I'm 40.

I think I've been in mourning for you for nearly a week now.
I try to focus and not just get distracted at work, but all the while wanting to not be a hypocrite.
I pray that desire will be birthed in people's hearts to care for you as I do and that they will go and help as I long to do.

The tears come down now hot upon my face.
Sadness. Mourning. Desperation. Restlessness. Why?
What open doors lie in wait for me now?