Missing Zambia

How is it possible to miss a place so much when it isn't your "home"? How can you ache for a people you have only known a short time? How is it possible to be this homesick when I have everything I could ever want right here in front of me? And yet there is this nagging pull on my heart and ache deep inside me to return to this place that's stolen my heart. I think God has shown me a vision for more then this, this culture that we are so submerged in, that is filled with entertainment, instant gratification, and where we have everything given to us so easily. I have experienced the simple life of just living day to day, where the future is not guarantied, and you are dependent on God for everything. I miss that daily reminder of trusting God. I have been sucked back into this American culture and I want to fight it with all that's in me. God has called each of us to live a simple life, dependent upon Him, and seeking to bring Him glory with everything that's within us, DAILY. I'm so thankful for the season of being in Zambia and look forward to the day when, Lord willing, I'll return. I'm so ready to pack up and go today but that's not where God has led me right now so I wait...resting in Him and looking to His hand for direction as I walk the path He has laid out before me.