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Just for good measure, I managed to get sick again on the Saturday before I was to leave on Tuesday, June 23rd. I left the JNB airport hoping to spend a few weeks back at L’Abri recovering and processing the year. However, in the middle of my flight from JNB to Paris, the common cramps/diahrrea turned severe and I also was losing a lot of blood. The blood scared me, and upon my arrival to Paris “managed” to find the first flight home to Atlanta. That process of changing flights/going to the airport doctor included entry and exit from security/passport control 3 different times, and for those who have been to CDG, you can join me in my increasing hatred for that place.
I am in Griffin now, and Mama Brown has me on “Will’s Fat Ass” program, which includes loads of local grass-fed beef, smoked chicken, our garden full of squash, green beans, peppers, tomatoes, blueberries, blackberries, and then homemade pudding, pies, cookies, etc. I think I’m gonna “be sick” for a while.
Honesty…
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…a quality more respected by most than mere optimism or pessimism or some kind of spin. Unsure how to express what this year has been like in a way that is right, I have struggled with honesty in this public forum. But it is necessary, and I write towards that goal as I begin to reflect on the past 10 months of volunteer work in Africa.
Through the help of Google Analytics, I have been overwhelmed with the 1,223 unique visitors to this blog from 41 different countries and 44 different states in the U.S. The support I have received from many of you has been humbling, and I feel that I owe you more honesty than I have given.
I am now 4 days from my departure. Africa has stripped me of 20lbs and a lot of pride. My presuppositions of who God is, how I relate to Him and how I relate to others has been tested to another level. The brokenness I have experienced has me beaten down quite a bit, yet I am fully confident that character is being
