My recent trip to Malawi, Africa left a strong impression on me. An impression that’s been hard to express in words. When I came home, I was so happy to see my husband, pet my dogs, and hug my grandbaby. I was grateful I could turn the water faucet as cold or as hot as I wanted. I could grab an ice-cold sparkling water out of my fridge, enjoy unlimited WIFI, and watch what I wanted on demand. But there was an emptiness I couldn’t shake. I missed the people I’d met in Malawi, but it was something deeper. I realized I missed God.

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