Thursday, October 14, 2010

Freedom!!!

Today I've been out & about with Diane. Currently as I type this, we're both sitting in the car working on our laptops while we wait for her daughter Debbi to finish track practice after school. This is my first day really "out" from the compound since the weekend. It was interesting on the drive here to go through part of "Embassy Row." We passed the embassies for the USA, Iraq, Romania, Morocco, & the Congo. We also passed the UN headquarters. Maybe on the way back I can grab a pic & add it to the post later...

Debbi is fortunate enough to attend a Christian "American" style school. What does that mean you ask? Let me 'splainify. Here in Kenya there are several "streams" for schooling - Kenyan, British, & American. I'm not sure exactly how the Kenyan system works, but I do know that the little ones start school as early as 2 1/2 or 3. The British & American models both follow the basic types of schooling available in the home country. Thus an American model school is in session from September to June like the schools at home, even though it means the kids are in school through the "summer" months.

That's another thing. Because of the proximity to the equator, there aren't really seasons here - well unless you count rainy or dry as seasons. Per Diane, this time of year is usually known for the "short rains" and the rainy season is in March/April. Yesterday was a "hot" day and it may have been about 85 degrees or so. So not too bad, especially with the absence of the humidity. Yes it was hot, but if you were in the shade it was manageable.

So, there you go. More insight into my life in Kenya, whether you want to know about it or not.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

airing some dirty laundry...

Real quick before I start this post... I'm endeavoring to post 5 times a week, well at least here at the beginning of this adventure so I can introduce you to my crazy new life & the people that help me survive it...


One of the things that I have to learn to live in Kenya is how to properly do laundry - by hand. In the past the closest I've come is washing out someunmentionables (but did I just mention them?) in the sink while I was traveling. Here, there is NO washing machine, except for the two that God gave me on the end of my arms.So today Irene, Ruth, & Mercy offered to teach me. As I said, I've never really done anything like this before so I decided to start small with only a few things & nothing big. Suffice it to say there was much laughter at my expense. Though they promised that I would be an expert by the time I leave.
And, I even took a few pictures & I'm willing to share them with you. Why? Because I dare any of you machine owners to get outside & do this... Perhaps I've reached a new level of domestic diva-ness. Just wait 'til its time to do sheets & towels...

This is the laundry area... those are my clothes in the smaller blue tub
Here I am filling the laundry tub w/ water...
Now I move the tub over to the concrete so I can wash & not make a larger mess by making mud...
Finally, its all done & hung on the line... should be dry in just a few hours thanks to the abundant sunshine here...

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

of walks, hills, and sunshine...

Everyone is asking for pictures of my life in Nairobi, so I took a few during my walk today. I went for a walk because Ibrahim prompted me this morning about getting out and enjoying the sunshine. I'd spent most of the morning working in the main house because I'd needed to talk some things over with Diane. And seeing as there aren't any outlets (or tables for that matter) I don't think I'll be working outside too much. Thus, the walk.
I didn't go very far, just to the local corner market, mostly because 1. I'm afraid of getting lost, and 2. I'm not very acclimated to the elevation yet (5,000 ft is pretty high up for a coastal girl like me).
My first realization? Oops, I forgot to put on sunblock and its 2:00 in the afternoon. I live near the equator now. I am most probably going to regret that unfortunate memory lapse.




Our street - Lamwia Rd. - just outside the gate. Yup I have to go down & up the hill to the left if I want to get anywhere.


And this is a GIANT agave plant that I saw as I was walking up Twiga (Giraffe) Hill Rd. If I'd had my tripod w/ me I might have tried to get one of me in front for scale. Trust me, its taller than I am.


And around the corner from the agave plant I found a cactus in bloom, I think it might be prickly pear, but don't quote me on it.


This hill seems much steeper on the way back than it did going to the store. And it continues up beyond where you can see. We live at the very top of the hill, just before it starts to go down again... I really need to learn how to drive...


So this is the last picture I took before I walked in the gate & into the guest house to collapse & write this post. Its the jacaranda tree at the neighbor's. They're in bloom all over & have a really nice spicy scent in the evening.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

From Wal-Mart to Nakumatt

My life has just changed again - I’ve spent 15 hours in airplanes, 7 hours in airports, 3 hours in queues, 30 minutes in a car, crossed 7 time zones, and have arrived with Springtime in Nairobi, Kenya. And I’m really tired - jet lag will do that to you.

But one thing hasn’t changed - I’m still making lists of things I have to get at the store. Thursday morning I ran to Wal-Mart on my way to the airport to get a new toothbrush, Saturday morning I went to Nakumatt to get shampoo, conditioner, and coffee for my french press.

So life is different yet the same. I’m sleeping under a mosquito net & brushing my teeth with bottled water & driving on the left side of the road, but I’m still making lists and worshipping Jesus.

Welcome to the new normal... whatever that is

Friday, August 27, 2010

i want it all

Tonight I took myself on a date. I'd had other plans that fell through, and I refused to stay in and mope. So I went to the movies and saw "Eat Pray Love" Now, don't be hatin' and start ranting on the dangers of entertainment in our society, because I believe God has used it to prompt me in some inner places. I went expecting the normal escapist reality that Hollywood has begun, and got a Balaam experience instead. What was meant to be a tool of deception in to spiritualism and eastern mysticism, God used to prick my heart and draw me a little more closely to Him.

Two years ago at this time, I was in Romania begging God to take me out of this world. I didn't understand why I existed. I felt unloved and unlovable. Like Elizabeth at the beginning of the film, I hit a wall and just begged God - "Help me." Life had gotten so beyond me, I wasn't living my life, I was surviving it. Gracious God that He is, kept me on my knees and brought people into my life that could speak the encouragement that I needed. And so I began my own journey out of the darkness, and deeper into Him. It started with a book (When the Heart Waits) and how appropriate that once again I've been prompted by another book, well sort of.

In the "eat" portion, Liz learned to appreciate all the little wonderful things that surround us daily while she was in Italy. It was the idea that God has given us life to fully enjoy it. Instead of rushing from one appointment or meeting to the next, being driven by others ambitions and expectations, enjoy the journey instead. See the flowers along the road, the tears of joy or grief, taste and savor all that is offered. I am learning to do that, I hope. I want be able to see all the things that He does daily to show me that truly He does "richly give me all things to enjoy" All I have to do is open my heart to trust them and eyes to really see them and arms to embrace them. I have been so privileged to experience so many blessings of God, to see Him at work in people and places all over the world, how can I leave them in little compartments instead of allowing God to weave them into the fabric of who I am?

Next, in the "pray" portion Liz travels to an ashram in India because of a boyfriend. He'd devoted himself to a guru when he was "looking for God" and because Liz loses herself into her relationships, she too tried this guru to find God. Yes, God has created within all of us a desire for something larger than the world around us. We want to know that this isn't all there is, because that is too depressing. Truly God has implanted eternity into our hearts and until we find Him we will remain restless. Toward the end of her time at the ashram, the movie shows her sitting on a bench while some others are in a meditation and she comes to a couple of revelations. Here is what I took away from her revelations: First - we each have our own individual relationship with God. Not one of us has the same make up as another, and if we try to conform ourselves into what others claim as pious then we have simply become actors in a play and do not have an authentic relationship with God. He calls us to worship Him in spirit and in truth. Acting is not truth. Secondly she says "God is in me as me." I believe that "I am me, when I am in God" The divine creator formed me and knew every breath I would breathe before the world began. When I identify myself with Him and die to my fleshly desires, seeking His purposes instead, it is then that I truly become myself.

Last is the "love" part of the movie. Liz returns to a medicine man in Bali where she believes her journey truly started. He tells her that she needs balance in her life. To live at the intersection of heaven and earth. She is to meditate in the morning, enjoy Bali during the day, and in the afternoon to visit him and meditate for an hour being quiet and just smiling - with her mouth, her mind, her heart, and even her liver. She sets out to do this and seems content until she meets Filipe, a wonderful Brazilian man who has also learned to be cautious with love due to a divorce. Yet she runs from him because she can no longer find her balance, which to her means following the ritual laid out for her. In the end though she learns that you cannot run from love. Truly, real balance is not performing the ritual but living life and allowing love to knock you out of balance. I need to find the faith to believe that His grace is for me, just as He loves me. His love - how I can receive it unless I believe that I deserve it? It is the biggest love of all - can you describe the feeling of an artist toward his masterpiece? Knowing that you have taken an idea from inside of yourself and turned it into something tangible for all the world to experience with you. That now not only can you imagine it, but you can interact with it? This is His love for us. And I can only begin to take it in when I believe that I am the masterpiece and not just the rough draft.

In the end, Liz sails into the sunset with her love leaving you to imagine that like Cinderella, she lived happily ever after now that she has spent this year learning to eat, pray, and love. And it brings me back to my fairy tale dreams from childhood, when I believed it was all possible. And once again, I want it all. I want a passionate love affair with God that is so rich it steals my breath away, and a fulfilling ministry that brings others to Him flowing from that place of love and grace, and I want to love a man so deeply that I begin to get a taste of the divine connection that makes two people one and shows us just how much God intended for us.

Now the question how do I get it? Is it really possible? I don't know, but I hope so and I'll hang on for the ride.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

33 - Birthday FB style...

As my birthday winds to a close, I find myself pondering the day and looking forward. The celebrations started shortly after mid-night with international greetings from Swaziland, Kenya, and Romania. What an awesome opportunity I've had to live such a global life. To have been given this gift from God to share His Kingdom by traveling around the world and receiving the blessing of meeting & loving these amazing people... I am in awe

And yes, thanks to FB the b-day wishes from family & friends, both intimates and acquaintances, every time I checked the page there were always several new messages there to help me feel encouraged & special.

But, I have to admit, this was the best chuckle of the day - from the very analog funny page in the daily paper... I heart Garfield!

Monday, June 14, 2010

on the road again...

Packing... unpacking... packing... unpacking... So seems to be the rhythm of my life as of late. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy my life and I'm loving watching the pages of this new chapter of my life unfold in front of me, but wow, this is a lot of traveling, and hoping, and trusting, and wondering... Yet I still "know in my knower" that somehow He is going to take all of this and make it into something glorious so that He will be KNOWN among the nations

I got back a couple weeks ago from traveling to Virginia, Washington DC, and South Carolina... Now that I've actually downloaded the pics, I thought I'd share some of them with you...


This is the flag I left at "The Wall" also known as the Vietnam War Memorial... Why here? My dad came back, but many didn't. I'm as aware of this as I am of my big toe. I remember that my freedoms were paid for by someone else's sacrifice. I wanted to use my Memorial Day holiday to honor that sacrifice and not just to celebrate the unofficial beginning of the summer with another BBQ (mmm BBQ) So I left this flag in a spot without any other remembrances, to say my humble thank you.


1600 Penn Ave... one of the most famous address in the world. Pray for this man & his family, pray for those who work here... God may we truly be a nation that trusts you and not self...


Tomb of the Unknowns (Arlington Nat'l Cemetery) Little did I know when I took this pic the brouhaha that would erupt over this place. Yet still, this is a sacred spot. This is where you can begin to see the price this nation has paid for freedom. And it stirs my heart to know that we even remember to honor those who've served & paid the ultimate price, even if we don't know their name - God does

So there ya go... a few of my impressions of the Nation's capital and the monuments & memorials... take time to remember our history, it will prayerfully keep us from repeating their mistakes.