"how does africa taste?
is the hue of the morning sky a different shade of blue? it always sounded so cliche to say that australian skies were bluer. but they were. i may miss australian skies most of all.

when you know something, do you feel like it knows you? i wonder why knowing leads to the feeling of being known. is this a false reciprocation? is it because knowing leads to a hope of belonging? did you feel like you belonged in cameroon, by simply knowing it? not belonged in the sense of the star-shaped-block fitting through the star-shaped-hole. but, belonged .. as in je connais. you may know 'je sais' the roads .. but could you know them, as if they were people? as if cameroon were another being, one with whom you could converse? i wish i could articulate this. i feel it so clearly.

i wonder if it's the same subtle difference in living and abiding. right now, i live in God more like He's my address or current location. i don't abide in Him. you're living, in kenya right now. but, i pray for you to be allowed to live there. to dig your toes into the earth and reach your fingers to the sunlight. to drink in, and give back beauty. and, live into. i love how you said that. 'live into his joy' .. it suggests motion. a moving toward. we live into joy, not live in joy."