Sometimes It's The Little Things

As my trip to Zimbabwe is nearing, the excitement builds and builds. Tonight I am so overjoyed at the idea of seeing my little ones in less than two months that I feel like I may explode at any moment.

In fact, if I close my eyes tight enough, I can almost hear the sounds of

The rushing falls in the distance.

The far-off beating of drums in the dark of night.

Sunday morning worship echoing from all directions.

Elephants tromping through the bush.

Raindrops dancing on the rooftops.

Peanuts crackling over the fire.

And children calling my name in their wonderful little accents, "Ray-bay-ka! Ray-bay-ka!"

Oh, how I miss those little things.