it’s more than just a dream,
more than just me.
i must decrease.
to be out of my comfort zone,
yet somehow finding a piece of it along the way.
to feel the dirt between my toes,
and allow the dust to reside on my feet for a day –
i long for those moments.
to love on the little ones ravaged by disease;
and have conversation with those older,
just to sit there,
immersed in their stories of who they are.
to taste the explosion of foreign spices in my mouth
and swallow.
to hear a rush of Bambara fly by my ear,
and recognize it.
but truly, i just want to love like He loves,
for Him to increase.
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