Colorado to California
The jet lag is long gone and I’m back in Bakersfield. The time in Colorado was a gift from the Lord. I love the way he orchestrated my time there. I’ve been mourning for the last few months since the Lord told me to leave Swaziland and I still had tears streaming down my face as I stood in line to get my passport stamped in D.C. Wednesday morning in CO I got to sit and talk with Lisa, one of my spiritual moms who also just moved back to the States from Swaziland. After we talked I felt a closure to the last season of my life. Thursday I got to sit and dream again with the Lord and remember what I’m passionate about and what excites me in life. Friday, I got to talk to Gary, Lisa’s husband, and he confirmed what the Lord had been saying the day before.
So what’s next? Following Jesus. Just like when I moved to Swaziland and I didn’t know exactly what to expect but that He walked me through day by day. Different location, same God. There are still tears and I think more are yet to come. My life was in Swaziland and I miss that life. Today i heard a song that I would always listen to in the morning when I got ready in Swaziland and I burst into tears because I missed my house there. The Lord just keeps pulling me away and saying “trust me, be still, and trust me” (Psalm 37:3-8). I miss hearing SiSwati being spoken. I miss the “Swazi pace” that always embraced the phrase “There’s no hurry in Swaziland”. I want to run up and give a hug to every black woman I see and then soon realize they have a funny (American) accent and are not as excited to see me.
On a lighter note – Here’s some thoughts since I’ve been back.
“Wow that building is big, What is that? Answer: Cosco”
“How is she blow-drying her hair in the bathroom with the door shut? Electrical outlets in the bathroom”
(Lisa said) “Honey, you don’t have to do that, we have a dishwasher.”
I keep trying to turn the lights to a room on from the outside of the room
I keep looking for the switch on the electrical plugs
“Where is everyone? No one is walking around the streets, it’s eerily quiet.”
“Wow, that’s big“
“Wow, that was fast“
“I hear more accents here (airports in the States) than I did in 2 1/2 years living in another country“
Colorado was great. Thank you Gary and Lisa for making me a part of your family and speaking life into me. I also have to say there are a lot of eligible, studly single men there – check out the video. And the one on the right, Noah, Gary and Lisa’s youngest son, he can count to 49 🙂
We love you so much… can’t believe I didn’t make the video!!
most of us are very thankful that black didn’t make your video!
Welcome back sisi wami! I’m glad to hear that you had some sweet time with Gary and Lisa. The last thing Black needs is a video of him flexing on youtube. I miss your laugh. Enjoy the ride as you follow Jesus! Glad you made it.