I’m leaving Kenya tonight, I’ve been in Nairobi for about 5 days. Nairobi’s a good transition place, there’s lots of familiarities from home, like pavement, stores, restaurants, etc. But even if it’s preparing me for surroundings like the states, I’m not ready to leave. I’m in a weird mood trying to deal with the giant change I’m going through, so bear with me. I’m actually just typing these thoughts straight onto my blog. It's kind of a Meryl Streep moment. (...in Africaaah.) =)
A few months ago and even a few weeks ago, I was ready to come home; things were so busy during my weeks at Tumaini that I didn’t have time to think, but since I’ve been in Nairobi, there’s been a lot of time for thinking.
I wanted to plan a trip to visit Su.dan and another very rural part of Kenya where SIM has some missionaries, but I didn’t. I figured while I was on the continent, I might as well get as much exposure as possible. Oh well.
Even if I’ve missed my family and friends, I’ve learned that the LORD fills all voids. When I really missed them, the LORD’s grace was available and present.
Spending time with families and people who have lived in Kenya for years makes my 5 months seem like a blink. And really, considering that it takes at least 2 months to adjust to the culture, the time I had to freely serve and make things happen was even shorter. Everyone who had been overseas for an extended time had very strong opinions about staying longer than just a few months – I understand why now, and I agree with them. It takes awhile to get used to a lifestyle that’s completely different from what you’re used to. (eek, ended that sentence with a preposition). America is always on a quick timeline; most of the rest of the world is not. So if there’s an idea for pioneering something, it can’t just be done in a week or even in a month. Things take time here.
With the kids, it takes time for them to open up and trust a random white person who comes to live with them. So many have had such tough, rough lives that I wouldn’t have even imagined, so when they do strange things like running away without explanation, I realize that it takes just as long for these kids to be restored as it would anybody. Just being given a home, food, school, and family isn’t enough. They need a Father who can meet their every need, and who can literally transform their hearts, minds, and lives. If you’re wondering how you could help cross-culturally, children’s homes desperately need counselors.
I’m glad to be going home, but it’s hard when I’ve wanted to work overseas for years, and I finally did, but now I have to leave. It’d be awesome if I could keep going from here – like, just head up to Egypt, then over to India, Thailand, just to see what the LORD is doing in other countries. Then come home, haha. Not likely to happen. =]
I'm so thankful for getting to live and serve here. And I've had a great time in Nairobi the last few days. Bwena asifwe!
The LORD has done great things for us, and we are glad!
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Chik-Fil-A, here I come!