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The Comforts of Home

I have recently been missing the sweet comforts that home brings.
Living in South Africa has been an incredibly eye opening experience that has revealed breathtaking waterfalls, unfathomable living situations, and a thriving hope. I have been blessed to learn so much but I must be honest and confess that I miss the comforts of home and the familiar season change of autumn that bring me much joy. There are little things that cause me to reflect on the luxuries I am blessed with at home. Tings like...
The changing colors of leaves and the smell of cinnamon and pumpkin spice in the air.
An insulated, warm home, we have a family of bugs that takes pleasure in occupying our chalet with us, some of the biggest bugs I have ever seen. Oh, and lizards too.
My Momma's bed where my sister and I sleep, all three of us snuggled together. The bed here is permanently U-shaped because I sit in the middle of it to do my homework and the mattress has an eternal dent.
Home cooked meals, black cat peanut butter has become a daily addition to my diet.
The softness and durability of Charmin toilet paper, the toilet paper here resembles tissue paper packaging.
Finally, the freedom to call my family to inform them of news or to ask them about their day. Just hearing their voice bring so much happiness and I take that for granted here where email is my primary method of communication.
I am grateful for my family and the many blessings I have. I acknowledge the provisions that God has given to me while in Africa that make home seem less far away...
Lovely scenery that makes me constantly aware of the presence of God.



The wise words of Dr. Reg Codrington, who acts as a grandfather, ensuring our well being and providing constant spiritual care.


An amazing chalet of girls who are each entirely magnificent and I appreciate so much

May you appreciate the small things that cause smiles, and give you a sense of home, knowing that each and every one comes from our Lord.
All my Love,
Gennavieve

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