Linking up with Spiritual Sundays
I’ve been in Congo for 44 days. I’ve been back on the ship for 158 days, almost 6 months. I’m ready for the transition to be complete. I’m ready to be smiling and having fun most days. I’m ready to stop being homesick. I’m ready to stop being depressed. I’m ready and yet I’m still here.
I’m still homesick, particularly when I get a text from a boy saying I miss you! I can’t handle the I miss you texts. They break my heart. I’m trying so hard to keep a stiff upper lip, hanging on by a thread, and then the text comes. I dissolve into a flood of tears.
When will this sadness leave? How long will it take? I feel really stuck. I would really like to have a day filled with laughter. One. Whole. Day. Is that too much to ask for?
I can’t even stand my own ramblings. How can I inflict myself on others?
How long God?