Where to begin...

I feel like my contribution to the blog is being resurrected after two months of being dormant. The opportunities that I did have to post satisfied my cravings, however now it is time to play catch up.

So I question, where can I even begin to describe my summer? Much has happened to me these past two months. I have been healthy. I have been sick. I have been rested. I have been tired. I have been frustrated with God. I have been at peace with God. I have had pieces of myself cut away. And I have had pieces of myself added. Boiled down, I have had a lot of growing pains this summer.

I will take the advice an English professor gave me once. She said that when you do not know where to start, just write. Write anything and the rest will surely follow.

Write anything. Ok.

Well, I am in a place right now where I still feel like I should be in Kenya. I wake up in the morning and half expect to roll out of my bed at Ufungamano (our hostel). I have heard that once you cross the Atlantic ocean, for the rest of your life you feel like you are on the wrong side. I concur.

Much of my heart has been left in the country of Kenya and in the slums of Nairobi. However, I rejoice in the fact that there are strong Christian leaders there; the ministries I worked with this summer did not end the day I left. Instead, they started long before me and they will continue long after me.

Really I believe that Kenya is an up and coming country; I believe that God is going to heal the calamities of their land. It is a big vision considering the dire poverty and rampant disease, but it will come to pass. King Solomon said, "Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time..." And that is my first thought when in comes to Kenya; it will be beautiful in time.

My image: Kenya is like an old and beaten wheel barrel that has fallen over. It is just waiting to be picked up and used again.