Safe Arrival

I arrived safely in Nairobi. My flight was late and I was later still meeting Juli as I waited for my luggage to come down the conveyor belt. As I stood there, I realized how ill-prepared I was if anything were to go wrong. I prayed that both my suitcase would arrive and that Juli would be there to meet me. I also prayed that if either of these things didn’t happen, that my attitude and actions would glorify God. I’m so grateful that He didn’t test my faithfulness to that prayer. Both of my concerns were quickly resolved and I was grateful not to have to figure out how to use the Nairobian public phone system or how to file a claim for lost luggage.

We stayed in a guesthouse the first night here. It’s somewhat like a bed and breakfast for missionaries who are travelling through Nairobi. The first thing that struck me was the sturdiness of the gate outside of the house. In California, gates are for privacy. Here, you could tell that the gate was for security. I can’t have recalled ever seeing such a thick gate, atop of which barb wire was strategically placed. We waited until the gate’s sensors admitted us and we were immediately greeted by two of the staff. After a good night sleep underneath a mosquito net, we had breakfast with the other guests. I met an American girl of eleven who had lived in Africa (both Tanzania and Kenya) for the better part of her life. Also in the room were several other missionary families and their guests. Its amazing how the body of Christ has immediate commonality across national borders and language barriers. I know that God will bring these individuals to mind in days ahead and I consider it a privilege to be able to pray for them by name.

Next on the itinerary will be a one-hour flight to Eldoret and then an approximate one-hour drive to Kipkarren where I will be spending the majority of my time here. In the week before I arrived, there was a wedding in the community that was attended by one thousand people. Juli’s house is being used by some guests, so we will be staying at David’s house the first night. David runs the orphanage for ELI and it was his nephew that was married. David has actually adopted this nephew as a son which happens in a culture built upon community. I had the privilege of meeting David this past spring when he came to a visit to the States. He knew me as the girl who calls Juli at dinner time. (Apparently, I’m the only one of Juli’s correspondence who gets up early enough to interrupt her dinner.) David is a man whose heart is bent towards God, a humble man filled with wisdom. I look forward to seeing him again and to experience the place that Juli calls home.

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No Expectations

The other day I realized that my trip to Africa will account for the longest time I’ll be away from home. The last time I was gone for an extended stay I was in first grade and was visiting Japan. I remember the experience fondly. I learned how to ride a two-wheeler while I was there, it was my very first plane ride, and it was the first time I remember meeting strangers and feeling like they could be lifelong friends. I also remember feeling like the trip was really long – so much happened in my time there that it seemed to last forever. In preparing to go to Kenya, I’ve reflected on this a lot. I’ve never had to pack for 18 days before – spanning nations, cultures and weather patterns. Last time around, all I did was pack my carry-on. This time all the responsibility is on me.

The experience of preparing to travel is especially amusing to me because its the one area of my life that runs counter to all others. Growing up, I didn’t travel much partly because I didn’t think I like it. It turns out, I was wrong. Once I discovered how I like to travel, I realized I love it. And that way is this – with very little plans besides how I’ll get there, where I’ll stay and how I’ll return (and depending on the trip – the “where I stay” part is negotiable.) This is a response that tends to surprise people because in every other area of my life I’m so structured. But I travel for the adventure and when you have expectations of what that adventure will be, you miss out on all the great unexpected things that happened when you’re out of your routine. If you’ve scheduled every moment of your vacation, you tend to focus so much on getting the list of activities done, that you don’t truly appreciate any of them. Or at least that’s how it is for me. So when people have asked the last few days “what are you doing in Kenya”, I’ve replied, “oh, I’m visiting a friend.” and there’s not much I can do to satisfy their look of bewilderment. Outside of seeing someone who is very dear to me, there’s nothing much more to know. Not because I’m unwilling to share (which sounds a lot like me) but because I don’t have expectations of what the trip may bring. It doesn’t make packing very easy, but I think that without expectations, I’ll more fully appreciate the experience.

The journey of life is the same way. Now if only I could apply the same level of abandonment. 🙂

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