I miss Senegal. I've been daydreaming about the beach. Rolling blue-green breakers frosted with white, shimmering bleached sand that feels soft between my toes, the wind blowing through sun dried hair, sunshine bronzing skin and making smiles. Cartwheels down the beach, beach voleyball and trying to keep soccer balls from rolling into the waves...sigh. I know some of you guys can relate, like Sam:)- birthday on the beach! There are beaches everywhere, but Senegal's are unique. They're personal, riskier (the currents are everywhere), always changing. Seriously, I don't know how I survive without it...lol, I guess having awesome friends helps, but I really miss it. I hope God lets me go back for a year. Maybe I could use that year to focus on my writing, get some stuff in magazines, maybe do a monthly column for Brio about Senegal. SO many possiblilites.
I hope I get the job at my church! I realy want to know about these kids lives. I'm so sheltered at school, and then I go to church or youth and I see all the people whose lives aren't as easy as we are used to. I saw a kid run by while I waited for my interview. He had so much anger in his eyes- and he couldn't have been more than 10. These kids have it hard, and unless someone loves them now, they're going to end up just like the gang that was rounded up in my old neighbourhood a couple of weeks ago. I hope God uses me in this way. There is something about wiping away a child's tears, loving away their anger- a special sort of communion. No wonder Jesus placed such great value on kids and orphans.
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