It’s 5:30 in the morning.  I can hear the birds outside singing and chirping to issue in this final day for me in Kenya.  Tonight I board my plane for home.

I woke up wishing that I could somehow make the world turn faster, zoom through the time that is left -- or even better, cancel out the rest of the day so I could get on that plane right now and sail off to home.  I have been gone 6 weeks, and it has been a stretch.  My girls have been texting me on the phone constantly just to reach a finger through the airwaves to touch Daddy, but it’s never enough.  But tonight I am going home.

Each trip I have taken to Africa has been different.  The message changes, the breath and scope of the mission varies, and the intensity increases each time, but I have this hope that somehow everything is integrated into some grand plan that God has for Africa, and ultimately, the world.  I may play a small part in His grand scheme, but even the greatest of forest fires can start with a single flame.  I hope I have lit enough flames to start a fire in Kenya that will never be quenched.

I can’t help wonder at the end of each mission if I accomplished that which the Lord had put before me to establish?  Did I reach deep enough into their hearts?  Was the Spirit of God flowing enough to transform them forever?  Have souls been lit up and churches set on fire?  Did we drive home the message deep enough into the hearts of these people?  Did we light a fire of revival here hot enough to burn around the world?

We have given away hundreds of Bibles and preached to almost 40 churches.  I have prayed over hundreds and hundreds of people, and I have seen the Spirit of God work miracles right before me.  I have done what I have done and accomplished what I have accomplished, I have fought every battle that challenged me, and I drove home the Blood Stained Banner of victory deep into the fertile soil of these people.  It is now in their hands to grab hold of what God has offered them.

Even before I can get on the plane, pastors are calling to tell us how their churches have been energized and set on fire, how souls are filling up the church and getting saved like never before, and how thankful they are that their eyes have been opened to realize the calling that God has put before them to win souls and claim revival. 

This trip was expensive, costing around $15,000, but in Heaven we will see the eternal weight of what was purchased.  Thank God for the handful of brothers and sisters who selflessly gave the finances to make it possible.  Countless souls will seek you out in Eternity to thank you for your faith and generosity, and you will see the abundance of fruit that will be there because of you.

What is next for Africa?  I believe that the fire will begin to grow and spread and we will see something take place there that we have not seen in generations.  I believe that the landscape of souls across this continent is so dry that once the fire is lit, it will become a blaze that nothing will be able to put it out.  It will burn so hot that we will feel the heat around the world.

But for me right now, however, all I can think about is getting home.  My greatest reward will be to hug my girls and say, “Daddy is home!”