My Soul Yearns

New Chapter: Namibia

“O sing to the Lord a new song; Sing to the Lord, all the earth! Sing to the Lord, bless His name; Proclaim good news of His salvation from day to day. Declare His glory among the nations, His marvelous works and wonderful deeds among all the peoples. For great is the Lord and greatly to be praised; He is to be feared above all gods. For all the gods of the peoples are [worthless, lifeless] idols, But the Lord made the heavens. Splendor and majesty are before Him; Strength and beauty are in His sanctuary. Ascribe to the Lord, O families of the peoples, Ascribe to the Lord glory and strength. Ascribe to the Lord the glory of His name; Bring an offering and come into His courts. Worship the Lord in the splendor of holiness; Tremble [in submissive wonder] before Him, all the earth. Say among the nations, “The Lord reigns; Indeed, the world is firmly and securely established, it shall not be moved; He will judge and rule the people with fairness.” Let the heavens be glad, and let the earth rejoice; Let the sea roar, and all the things it contains; Let the field be exultant, and all that is in it. Then all the trees of the forest will sing for joy Before the Lord, for He is coming, For He is coming to judge the earth. He will judge the world with righteousness And the peoples in His faithfulness.”
‭‭Psalms‬ ‭96:1-13‬ ‭AMP‬‬

For a moment…for a brief moment I was home. I could smell the salt in the air, hear the crash of every wave, and then the moment arrived…there she was…just a simple distance away…the ocean.

Pa looked at me and said, “Go!”…I didn’t look back. I ran and ran and ran; digging my feet into the sand, pushing myself as fast as I could go. Emotions welling up deep inside, tears ready to stream down my face, until I finally reached the edge of the shore, welcoming the next wave that came crashing in.

For a brief moment, the world and the people around me all faded away, and it was just me and the ocean. It was just God and I, once again. My soul at rest, with each overwhelming swell flooding the shore, overpowering one another as if to see which could reach the shore first.

For a moment, as I stood at the oceans edge, the world was still, and it was if, I could see my home just on the other side. Knowing that the water that hits Florida’s shore, is reaching me here. All the way in Namibia. So far, yet so close within my reach.

Where my feet may fail…you have never failed…

Namibia. A country unlike any other I’ve travelled to. A country that, if God called me to, I would probably pack up my bags in an instant and ship out once again. Oh, the sights, the community, the culture, the people….everything.

Driving down the road; on the left side, the Namibian desert, the right side, the Atlantic Ocean rushing to the shore. One so desolate, so dry and barren, yet it glimmers as if you are walking in gold dust. The mica creating a shimmer across the dunes, reflecting the suns light revealing a deep burnt color. The other so vast, so strong, so immense. Wave after wave washing up against the sand, never ceasing its force. The horizon never ending on each side. A sight so beyond words, the only way I could explain it to you, is if I were to bring you here. To stand on top of Dune 7 (the tallest sand dune in the world), to ride a camel, or even to rush into the ocean at any moment…oh how my soul sings. My soul rejoices at the majesty and incredible display of God’s creation.

The best part is that this story only starts there. For our first week in Namibia, after our day to explore and have fun, we hit the ground running. We got the opportunity to lead a Bible study every morning for 2 hours at Coastal High School, sharing the gospel with the 8th grade students as they prepared for exams in the upcoming week.

We travelled to the DRC, which is a township outside of Swarkopmund; preparing food for the children, dancing and playing games in the street, passing out meals, and handing out books of hope and reading it to the kids. Painting a Day Care in Monsedo, playing soccer, and talking about Jesus to the people in the streets. Praying, meeting people, hearing their stories, and sharing a ray of hope with those who have none.

Getting to join local youth groups and young adults ministries, sharing about how God lead us to this point in our lives.

But most of all…probably my favorite part of all… is being able to go to the local African market in town. This, is where you will find me, everyday, for hours on end. Sitting with the people from the various tribes and cultures. Learning their names, hearing their stories, telling stories of my own, doing Bible study, talking about Jesus, talking about being a missionary, sharing moments with one another and building relationships that are not going to change any time soon.

In fact, they have even made me a part of their family. For example, I’ve been asked to be a maid of honor in one of their weddings,their kids are my kids, and we just sit together. I walk down the street and they greet me from a distance. We spend time with one another and my soul sings, giving glory to God in every moment, as I feel His light burst forth. Being here, I can’t help but talk about my Jesus and all that He has done for me and all that He can do for others.

Namibia…I guess God truly saved the best for last, and to think we have only been here a week. A week!! Can you imagine what the next four weeks are going to hold? Oh how my soul sings. How my heart rejoices at this opportunity to live out all that God has prepared me for, and grown me through these last 4 months.

Within a short period of time, I will be returning home soon…but for now…for now I push on.

I can’t wait to tell you all the stories and the people I have met. But that story, my friends, is for another time.

Until the next adventure,

Megan 🌻☀️🇳🇦✈️

…where my soul longs to be…

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