Which Tells of the Author's Imminent Travels

Saturday, August 28th. That's the day that I'll be saying goodbye to the good ol' USA for another year.

Sunday, August 29th. That's the day that I'll be saying hello once again to Nigeria.

In some ways, this summer has flown by, but in others, it seems that it's been ages since I was living in Nigeria. I'm excited to go back and apply the things I learned through my first year of teaching/living abroad.

(By the way, sorry about my poor blogging skills this summer. I'll get more into it once I'm back in Nigeria (at least that's the goal). Look for another set of postcards soon.)

On Sin and Realization

"I don't love you, Mommy."
My nephew said this today to my sister. He's three so he says a lot of things that he doesn't really mean ("I have to potty!" Not always. "I'm a tiger covered in paint!" Nope. "I was a little African child." Definitely not.), but today I was deeply saddened, almost to the point of tears, by his sin. He not only disobeyed his mom, but he told her that he didn't love her.

I know I've seen him sin before, but this struck me so strongly today because he knows better. He knew that what he said would hurt even before he said it.

How often do I do the same thing to my Father? My behavior constantly says, "I don't love you, Daddy." Kinda sucks to re-discover that nasty little trait about yourself.