Here I go…finally. My family and I arrived in Kenya three months ago today. It has been a busy time filled with new experiences, new friends, and an abundance of God’s mercies. I have been on my first safari, watched my oldest son get a CAT scan (he’s fine now), welcomed a bevy of animals into our home, taught my children that they will not die from hand washing dishes or hanging laundry to dry, become accustomed to sharing the road with livestock (whether I’m on foot or in a vehicle), unpacked a household goods shipment packed in haste, ridden on a carnival ride (and watched my children do the same) that should most likely have been retired about a decade ago, baked my first homemade birthday cake since my first son (now a teenager) turned one, watched my son’s assist in a pig round up, met the chickens that I eat, adjusted to driving in Africa (not for the faint hearted), furnished our new home, learned a tiny bit of Kiswahili, helped to start a co-op for homeschoolers, become a regular visitor at a local children’s home, learned that when a Kenyan tells you, “no problem,” that you should hold onto your hat and prepare for more problems than you can even begin to imagine, and gradually accepted the fact that in Kenya it’s the black girls that get the store shelves full of hair care products.
I feel so fortunate. Everyone’s health is good. The weather is lovely. The people are welcoming. I am thankful.
At God’s command amazing things happen, wonderful things that we can’t understand. – Job 37:5