Living in Africa

Did you know that I am not actually here on holiday, that I am living here in Africa? I am sure you knew but I am always a little slow. I think that in the beginning I was star struck by the wonders of Africa and the warmness of the people. Those things still exist but I am starting to process what it means to really live here. I can't go home for the weekend to see my family. I can't go camping with my brothers and hug my cute nieces. I can't go for a bike ride with my dad. My mom can't bring my some blue cheesed stuffed olives. I can't go and hang out with my friends. The new school year is starting soon and I won't be there. I love life here but I think I am processing right now that I can't actually live in both places. I know that I am exactly where God wants me to be but I am just a little sad. I know God is good. I know He is faithful and will meet all my needs. He is sufficient and gentle and powerful. He is a God of comfort and of love. I "know" all of that but to actually have to depend on Him to provide all that without the comforts of home is a little scary. I don't know why because I have seen Him provide so much for me. I am not sure why I don't actually believe Him and trust Him fully. Bottom line, I am homesick. I know this will pass but for right now that is where I am at. So, anybody want to come visit???? Hint hint nudge nudge =)