I have some free time to myself now. I just called my mom and she said she had a mammogram and they found something. She is going in on Tuesday to get it taken care of. I trust God will take care of her.
Today we went into some other Joburg places. I led a young boy named Isaac to the Lord and talked to many young South African children who were already Christians. Everyone here dreams of America and they ask us if we personally know movie stars. They all want to live there. It’s crazy!
I ate dinner with Dawn, Jessica, Rebecca, and Amy; they’re such beautiful girls. Jessica looks like Jewel. Anyway, Amy began telling me how much she misses me since we are not on a team together. She was at the MA camp with me. She said that I was a person who meant the world to her simply for being myself. Then all the girls started talking about how neat and unique I was. Finally Jessica, with whom I’ve shared some nice conversations and longing stares, laid her head on my arm and said, “I’m very glad that I met you.”
These are some of the most amazing girls I’ve ever come across. I feel so far away from that chapter of my life that was obsessed with Sarah now. It’s as though I’ve opened up a beautiful new book. I’m in Africa for crying out loud!
I left the table after talking to Amy for a while and hung outside with Brandy and Krista, two homesick girls. I told them some jokes and they both said the next time they feel down, they are coming to me since I made them feel so much better.
There were two girls, Alana and Liz, at dinner who yelled out “J-Dog!” and startled me so much I fell out of my chair. Oh, this place is so much fun! I want to take all these people with me into my future so I can be with them forever. But forever will have to wait until Heaven. Until then, I can be with them now. I must be fully alive and aware that this moment is passing. I don’t want to fully live in the moment I have.
I spent some good quality time talking with Shawn, my Team Leader, on the bus this evening. His leadership style has confused some missionaries, so I talked with him about it. He’s 26 and runs us like an Army platoon, which is fine, but some aren’t used to that.
I’m thankful I can blend so well with the younger ones as well as the older ones. Oh God, you are so good to me. Everyday you amaze me. The eyes and smiles of those I shared the gospel with yesterday are firmly planted in my mind. Thank you for the gift of memory. I can’t wait until Heaven!