Missing You...

There's no place like home, there's no place like home...

While "home" can be both a broad and generalized term, there really is no place like it.

Where is your home? - what country?  what state? what kind of house? who lives with you?

As a missionary, I have a number of places I call "home".  Sometimes it seems like no place is home, because of the amount of moving around that you do.

Regardless of that, right now I call Kabwe, Zambia my home.

Since being away for about 8 weeks, there are things I have grown to miss.

I miss:
- the bright African sun rising to greet me each morning as I walk out to open the gate
- my happy dogs jumping to greet me as I do my morning chores
- my Bemba helpers who meet me every day with smiling faces and a willingness to help
- the crow of my handsome red rooster and the clucking of the hens as they lead thier chicks around the yard
- singing songs in the car with the children on the way to school
- the boys hiding behind the gate at school waiting to jump out and suprise me
- telling Bible Stories to my preschoolers
- receiving hugs, tugs on my skirt, and sweet little voices telling me stories
- beautiful clear skies
- harmonious singing with God's people in church, both in English and Bemba
- lunches with friends
- walking in the bush with my "sister"
- horseback riding on Saturdays
- deep discussions on faith and trials with some of the dear ladies
- tea times
- teaching in my various ministries
- foreign greetings
- a simpler way of life
- watching the birds from my veranda
- beautiful and very colorful sunsets
- night sounds of crickets, beetles, birds, and owls

Even though I am glad to me in American, my other "home", these are the things that I am missing.