Today is friday and it is now 11pm South africa time which i have come to think of (either correctly or not) as seven hours ahead of y'all up in the states. We are in another world down here so different in so many ways from our own, and yet somehow i feel at home. I can't quite put my finger on exactly what it is that puts me at my ease. It could be any number of things: My good friends, and the ways we all seem to mesh together, or the honesty in the air here, but the fact remains that this is where i belong. At the tippy tip point of Africa at 7 am, my hair and body tugged hopelessy about in the wind like a grain of salt on a moonlit beach pulled and mercilessly pounded by the rumbling waves. Here is the true stue stuff of earth, that which was molded by the hands of God into a heart-wrenchingly almost happily saddening landscape.
Its difficult, whenever i see beauty in nature i always want to make myself a part of it, throwing a rock into a still lake only to destroy the thing i admire. I destroy the serenity, and though ripples are pretty and natural, its the stillness i want to feel connected to not the chaos. So rather than forcing myself into a picture, here i can feel close to nature by understanding the vastness of my surroundings and the fragility of humans.
Its been a long loooooooooong day and now im tired so bonsoir, goodnight and goodbye in Afrikaans.
~Meredith
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Meredith - I just seemed to relate SO MUCH to what you said here. It made me feel like I was there. Thanks for sharing and thanks to all of you for sharing pieces of your great adventure. Keep it coming! We can't wait to see you guys back at church and hear more about it! Love & prayers to you all, Amanda Miller
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