Happy Anniversary

Dear Kristal,

Happy Anniversary.
I can't believe it's been a year already today since that first time I laid my eyes on you. You were so green but so ambitious. As soon as your pasty white body stepped off that plane, I knew that I loved you.
That love has grown over the last 365 days.
I love the way you get stuffed up every morning and every night when we are together. I love the way your hair grows wilder and more unmanageable every day. I love the purplish-red glow of your skin after we go for long walks. I love the many days we fall asleep together at 7:00 pm. I love your smell. I love your bravery when walking through the tall grass. I love the way your nose crinkles when you eat chicken feet. I love the way your body shakes when you dance Nkwazi.
Your are the salt in my pepper, you're the Sani in my Bonani, you're the Lion in my Big 5, you're the A of my NC, you're the Bush in my Buckridge, you're the Boere in my Wors!

Siyabonga, Umfatiwami. Ngiyakutsandza. <3

Love,
Africa
XOXO

SHOUT OUT

Dear home,

I miss you.

Sincerely,
Kristal Dawn.

Daddy

A very, very dear friend of mine recently went on a 3 week journey in Israel. She came back with the most amazing story. She said as she traveled through the streets in Jerusalem, she stopped dead when she witnessed a little boy, arms out in front of him, chasing after his father crying, "Abba, Abba".

He called his papa "Abba". It's real. The little Jewish boys actually do cry out to their daddy's saying "Abba".

And as I read Romans 8, it makes it so real.

"For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the Spirit of sonship. And by him we cry, "Abba, Father." The Spirit himself testifies with our spirit that we are God's children." Rom 8:15-16


On a different note, I dropped my phone in the drop toilet at Zola's house. In case you don't know what it is, it's an outhouse. Luckily, they fetched it out for me. Don't ask me how... I have no idea. Unluckily, it smelled like poo.

Threads of Sincerity

There are days when I'm right where I'm supposed to be,
But mostly I am far away,
Learning to live the way I should,
Learning to love the way you would,
I'm learning to love the way you would.

And today it's been made clear,
That I've walked so far away,
It's easy wanting something more.
I will die.
I will die.
I will die to you.