I left my heart in South Africa...

Photo Cred: Lelaine Ching

...and I never got the whole thing back.

Though it's been nearly 6 months since my return from South Africa, the things I learned, and the people I met often cross my mind, and words cannot begin to describe what I experienced in my short time there.

Ever get that feeling you get when you know you're doing something you're meant to do? Truth be told, as cliche as it is, I felt that every morning I woke up. Despite the fact that I was sick for the majority of the trip, nothing the Devil threw my way would stop me from showing God's love to people who don't know Jesus and orphans.

Man, those kids. Just thinking of them gives me a sweet feeling of the warm and fuzzies in the part of heart I have here in Canada. They are abandoned, orphaned or even abused, yet they still find joy in life. It takes a lot to heal, but by His healing hand, and the love of their house parents it's only a matter of time. Though each child has their baggage and story, they are still incredibly precious.

I want to keep this short, so I'll conclude soon. Truth is, I never really considered going on this missions trip till I was challenged to do so. I was so used to living my cushy Canadian life. I have a comfort zone, and I'll admit it, South Africa was way out of it. I mean, I'd have to pay to get shots, and medicine. Not to mention, find a way to pay for it. But what I learned from this experience is that when God's called you to do something, He'll have every detail taken care of.

Price of travel doctor visit: $130
Price of airfare: ~$2000
Price of experiencing/sharing God's Love: priceless

Cheesy I know... I miss South Africa. The memories created there I will always cherish. Those children? Forever loved by their Father, and especially by me.

So this one's for Africa.