I love Africa. There is not really any other way to describe my feelings. The past couple days have been worship-filled. Right now as I sit in the hallway of my "home" I can hear the rhythmic sounds of drumming; the Africans, nurses, and patients singing praises to God at the top of their lungs; I can see them dancing, clapping, and smiling. Yesterday on the dock we had a celebration of June birthdays, really it was just an excuse to get everyone together to dance and sing. It was phenomenal. The patients even joined us! Some got dressed for the occasion, others just wore their patient gowns, but all of them had smiles from ear to ear. Friday we had another celebration on the ward because it was the official last day of surgery, and we worshipped and danced and sang for nearly 2 hours! It was glorious! I cannot begin to explain the joy that wells up inside my heart when I get to dance and sing with my patients, as we worship the same God. It's beautiful. They are beautiful and I love them. I can't believe I only have one more week left! It has gone by so fast. As I look forward to Guinea, I look back on Togo and know that it holds a special place in my heart that no other place can compare.
Fond farewell Togo!