When I left, my backpack was stuffed with clothing, a few accessories, toiletries, American snacks, my journal and my camera.
When I came back, my heart was full of joy, rest, and breathing room - if that even makes any sense. In January, my husband got to go to the same area I visited last fall. He experienced the same thing. We dream of going back together and even living there long term. Sometimes, it feels like a God-calling-thing, but my struggle is to know if it is really just God calling me to live on the bare essentials of life. To experience the freedom from stuff that the people of West Africa don't even know they know.
1. In West Africa, you can cook an entire meal with just one dish.
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