When people ask me how Africa was, I don't know what to say.  The easiest response is "It was good". That doesn't even begin to express or explain.

So much happened. It was a full month. It was full of sickness (part of traveling to another country), of healings, of light, or children, fellowship and community. It is a month that changed the lives of my girls (this is how I will refer to the team seeing they were all females) and taught me SO much.

He really does give you everything you need when you need it all you have to do is ask and be open to his help. I can go so much farther with Him that I can without Him. I'm typically someone that doesn't want to show that I am weak but this trip made that impossible. I learned to lean into him and push thru the hard times. Now that I am on the other side of the trip it feels good to have made through it.

My mom asked me if I knew everything that was going to happen on the trip would I do it over again. Without thinking my answer was "of course".  The results outweigh the process to get there. Each of my girls walked away knowing Him better but more than that they know more of who the are in Him. I walked away knowing that no matter what with Him I can get through anything that is put in my path. He is my strength.