running in the dust.

 (this little guy ran straight across the field with all his might. that water bottle completely full!)

sometimes,
just when i think i can’t possibly love africa more, God gets me and my little bro running in the dust behind a row of tin shops, hopping a cement wall into a pile of garbage, and watching a sunday afternoon township football match with the locals.

and i love it even more. 

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