stormy thoughts
It’s been raining for days. So tonight’s storm is nothing new. But for some reason it totally made me homesick for Africa.
It started with me thinking about how extremely different this exact same storm would sound if I were in my house. My home has a tin roof and no insulation. That makes for some ridiculously loud rain. So between that and the claps of thunder and the wild lightning, this would’ve been one helluva storm in Africa. (Can I say helluva?! Hmmm… I’m leavin’ it…)
I miss the sound of rain on my roof.
I miss my kitchen with all her wonderful gadgets.
I miss my Big Easy, the most comfortable corner of my house.
I miss my African Grey parrot, Starbucks, and his comforting way of making everything right in my world with his “Hello, beautiful.”
I miss my mountains. And zebras. And star-filled skies.
I miss my staff family.
I miss my Hope House kids.
I miss watching my vision and passion become reality every single day.
I miss my Africa…
And I’m grateful for this rain.
first of all, i’m so sorry you’re missing your african home….
secondly, big easy looks unfathomably comfortable. i’d miss that baby too.
oh she is unfathomably comfortable. she is…
big hug from Africa
…I miss my dog. What a pal.
…she misses you, too.
I second that.
jilly-bob! thanks for chiming in. was thinking of you so much this weekend with the KCC reunion going on. wish we both could’ve made it!
you made my heart smile, kitten. thank you.
isn’t it funny how sometimes random things can make you miss it so much?
very much look foward to having coffee next week
wait, what?! Is it really that soon?
yay
how nice to have somebody who really understands
and I’m SURE they all miss you too! (specially Bucks!)
Blast it all for miles between us!!!! Hugs friend! ((((((hugs))))))
“blast” — hee hee!
When you arrive back… you’ll be a WHOLE new person, healed, well, and joyful.
She can’t wait and neither can God
Loving you
wow do i understand “the missing”.
and yet…you are still able to find the gratitude. (helluva is totally ok, by the way!!)
phew…
::wipes forehead::
thanks.
I miss the stars too, so much. You will be with them all again sooner than you think. Remember time flys when your having fun. So go out and have as much fun as you can. I smelled something today that reminded me of living In mexico and I missed it. Love you.
i have lots of smemories too…
It is kinda funny the memories that storms or even grey, rainy days bring back…
Thanks for sharing some of yours
We are waiting for you when the time is right.
mmmm… thank you, friend.
born in a dry season
wind and sand have blown through me
haven’t found shade anywhere
only moments of relief
but sometimes i think i hear the thunder
somewhere on the horizon line
if i could just find a way to get under
the rain that can reach this soul of mine
i pray for rain to come
and wash away what’s made me numb
i pray for a ragging storm
to drown what’s in me
and the rain comes in the nick of time
i swallow hard cause my throat’s been dry
the rain comes beating on my skin
till I’m washed away – nothing left within
when the rain comes
Your rain comes
you know what i’m sayin’?
this song makes me think of you always…
i’ve never heard that song …
“…til I’m washed away…” SO good!