Glimpses of our Life in Ghana

This was obviously written before I knew all the challenges we were going to face with our luggage. But it has challenged me ever since. Where is my focus?  I'm sitting in a hotel room. It's 6 AM. I am supposed to be in my own house, in my own kitchen, making breakfast. Most times I would welcome the difference and the change. But not today. Today I want to be home!     If I look out my tenth floor bedroom window I can almost see Ghana. If the land borders were open, we could drive home in about 7 hours. But they aren't. So we will spend at least 12 hours, flying and then driving, home. And so I am laying here frustrated. I am asking, why God? Why do we need to spend an extra 24 hours travelling when you have brought us this far? Why was the last plane full? Why after all You did for us, did You allow this?     And that is what stops me. After all You have done. I shouldn't be saying WHY in frustration, after all You have done. For the past month I have been praying for

November 16th we were finally going on furlough! Everyone was excited. Everyone was ready. We had talks in the days prior (thanks to a tip from another missionary) about what it would be like going through airports, wearing masks all the time, how to act on an airplane. We talked about listening right away and not being too noisy.  Travelling went really well. Our first flight was over an hour late but they held the next plane till we arrived since quite a few of the people on our flight were on the next one as well. After we were in the air they moved us to the back of the plane so we had more room. We were astonished to realize there were only 50 people on that huge plane! It was lovely! We stretched out across seats to sleep and didn't have to worry about the children bothering other people around us because there were almost none. As nice as it all was, it was still a long flight and I arrived still convinced flying is not my favorite part of travelling! And then there we were!