Okay, I daydream about Africa. At night, I dream about making love to my hubby or Dr. McDreamy from Grey’s Anatomy.
What was I talking about again? That’s right, Africa. Anyway, I have a two neighbors who went on two very different vacations. One, who I will call Ms. S, went on a fabulous vacation with her hubby to Costa Rica. It was five days of no kids, sleeping in, all inclusive, lay out in the sun till you get a toasty tan, kind of vacation. Another neighbor, we will call him Mr. D, went on a ten day missionary trip to Africa. No luxury hotels or fancy feasts. His days were filled with missionary work and spending time with orphans in Uganda. Yes, I was happy for Ms. S and a little jealous of course. (By the way I’m okay with being jealous, it is freeing to be able to share that emotion and not have people freak out about it.) But, if I had my choice, no doubt about it, I would be in Africa in a heartbeat.
I blame Oprah. I blame Oprah for a good many things in my life. My happy marriage, raising great boys who will be great men, adopting my children, creating a home that is my sanctuary, and learning to like myself. Thanks Oprah- Thanks a lot! :)
I am not just moved, but shaken to the core when I watch her shows about Africa. What can I do? How am I going to make a difference? I’ve done the donations. I have sponsored a woman through Woman For Woman International. Donated to UNICEF and joined the ONE Campaign. It just doesn’t feel like it is enough.
If we continue to have more kids, we will adopt from Africa. Either from Liberia or Ethiopia. Will that be enough for me? I don’t know.
What I know for sure is... I want to go there. I want to spend time with these people who have amazing stories. Who have triumphed over heartaches and straight out evil. I want to be changed for the better. I want to go and make a difference. I just need to figure out how.
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