Lisa Black's journey through Africa; a series

The plane began its decent;
Africa
was all around me.
  Over twenty-four hours of travel to get here was nothing but a whisper in time.
  My journey started thirty-six years prior. My heart neither quickened nor slowed….Just peace, as if I was pulling up to the three car garage of my contemporary American home.
  It felt like every other day….yet with the very clear knowledge that God had used every tragedy and joy in my life to bring me to this moment.

I am not thinking of orphans or the preaching or teaching we will do here.
  I am not thinking of my furniture and how I will get it over the vastness of the
Atlantic Ocean
, I am not even thinking of the next generation of warriors that we are called to train, love, and even die for.
  No, honestly all of my thoughts are with our children, Tyler,
Al
exis, Michael, Emily, Caleb and Noah Black. I can see each of their faces in my mind, and I long to kiss their cheeks. I am thinking of their future spouses and our “one day” grandchildren…. I am thinking of standing before my flawless Savior with light extending to me through his nail scared hands and feet. I am seeing the beauty and the glory of Him, and the moment when he asks me the question I live my life for …… He will say, “I entrusted you with six children, how did you steward them?” My answer that day will be all about how I live this afternoon.
 

My husband is the most amazing father, preacher, leader, prophet that I have ever known…

he is humble, broken and strong. Being his wife is no small calling, mothering his children is even more intense.Yes, we are called to orphans, widows, the defenseless and the innocent. It is a direct commandment from the King…. I stand in fear and trembling, as we all should. I realize now more than ever that to mother our children as God has called me to, is the beginning of changing the world….