Welcome back to "normal"

Over 2 months past Mozambique, I finally feel like I am fitting back into normal life.

I worked at my job the whole week, and I love my job. I'm getting to know the kids in the classroom I'm in and some of the adults I work with. I've learned the ropes of the school, and its good.

Then I'm also meeting new people around here (wait, other people outside of my high school live in connecticut?). I went to a prayer meeting and then we went out and told people about Jesus in the mall. That was fun, and I'm getting to know some people who are on fire for God here. Its good.

I've been taking a modern dance class, too, and so I had that, and just doing completely normal things like hanging out at church and with friends. Anyhow, its 2 months past Moz and life is getting back to normal. Its not that I don't think about the Mozambican babies I love, I do think about them, often, and miss them. But I also have found kids here who are just as needy as them. The kids who get no love at home and whose dads left just this year. Oh, my heart breaks for them just as much as my little mozambican babies.