When you reached the end of a commitment that was on your
mind daily for months, how did you feel? What did you do at the end? Maybe a
project at work or a semester of college concluded and you felt a huge weight
lifted from your shoulders. Yesterday, I finished my formal language learning
of Swahili. For as long as I will live in a Swahili speaking country, my
learning of the language will continue. However, yesterday I completed both a
written and spoken final exam. It truly felt like the conclusion of a college
semester.
The two other AIM families in Morogoro wanted to celebrate
with us both the ending of school and the beginning of life in the village. We
had previously decided on a Mexican meal because Melody and I were really
craving that. The date was set for yesterday evening so that the weight of
school would be lifted and the joy of finishing would be maximized.
Melody and I arrived early, as we wanted to help prepare and
cook the meal. Neither of us had spent much time in a kitchen (excluding a few
days in Nairobi) since leaving America. She started chopping and I started on
my task. To me, it seemed a little odd, yet enjoyable to be cooking. Someone
else arrived with her contribution to the meal. Kids were nearby playing.
Everyone was chatting about recent events and how the day had gone. Every part
of the evening seemed like a normal that I have known, a normal that is
familiar.
Then, the time came. All were present and hungry and the
food was ready! We filled our plates and claimed our spots at the table. Every
bit was delicious and treasured. Conversations continued and it was a blissful
evening. Then it became better…..
Our teammates and now friends wanted to bless us with a few
gifts. They wanted to make sure we had some things to make our new house feel
like home and a few things that are good to have in the village setting. We
opened our gifts and were overjoyed with an abundance of generosity and
blessing. A smile was plastered on my face for this part of the evening and my
heart was overflowing with the love that we were receiving.
Later that night, I realized what made the evening stand out
so much. It didn’t feel like Africa. It felt familiar. It felt normal. It was a
group of friends, gathered together, sharing a meal, celebrating
accomplishments and new beginnings, and expressing love to one another. It felt
like home. But, this is Africa. Africa is becoming home.