The other day I found myself in tears. Because I looked at all that we have done in Kenya, and tried to piece everything together. I wanted to see what I did that was “extravagant” or what story I learned from the people here. I then realized that I didn’t have one. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
God quickly showed me that is was a great thing and the reason for it being a great thing. You see, each of us girls have our own story about what God did here in Africa. Someone may have been changed by someone in Massaai , maybe someone was changed by the ministry that we did in the slums, or broken by the female mutilation they practice in Pokat, but I was really changed because of the community between my team and I. God taught me a lot about his character through these girls. I was so confused, because I don’t have a story about Africa, only about how my sisters really pushed me, encouraged me, loved me, challenged me, and prayed me through everything that has happened in here.
Sometimes I really regret not “being in the moment” in the Massaai tribe, but that’s when God showed me his strength and how I literally needed to be at a place where I needed Him. Through that I was able to depend on him to be my strength after my sister’s death. Even though I wasn’t with my team at the Pokat tribe, God was busy using me & being my strength in the states. God has so many characters & it’s been so good getting to know the different ones He’s showed me, in the different situations I’ve been in.
Each of us has our own chapter in this story book. All of our chapters aren’t going to be about the same thing, which I think makes a great story. So on December 11th when we close the book, although we may have different stories we will all be in the same storybook called Kenya… And I wouldn’t want to write this book with any other people.
