Most of my acquaintance know that I'm back in Malawi for a second school year. If any of my readers missed the memo, here I am! Back in Malawi for a second school year.
School starts tomorrow. I've settled back into my old room, which looks new thanks to the generosity and creativity of the fabulous housing coordinators here on campus; I've set up my classroom, which looks old thanks to a lack of truly appealing posters (student work will fill the blank spots on the walls soon, I trust); I've recognized one by one the things that I missed about this place.
The recurring rose gold sunsets. The bustling roads. The expanses of red dirt. The presence of dear friends. The inexplicable happiness of walking around school and preparing for students.
The days are filled with long lists of tasks and responsibilities in preparation for school, but even these are insufficient to keep me from enjoying being here again.
It's a little odd to feel that I just left home and came to a different place that I can't help but call home, but even this is a poignant reminder that no matter how comfortable I feel in a place, or how uncomfortable I feel leaving a place, the only place I'll truly belong is in the middle of God's will. That truth seems to slip my mind all too often, but it's the one thing that makes me feel most settled where I am called to be just now. For that, of course, I'm unwaveringly thankful.
