A few nights back we had a big rainstorm. The power was out for a few hours. The next morning the power was back on and Kenya Power and Light sent out a truck to prune the trees on some nearby streets. That seems fairly typical but it’s the little things that get an ex-pat sometimes. Who taught these people how to prune trees?
They butchered these trees. So ugly. Highly annoying.
I realize how superficial and ridiculous this is. The reason that I would even consider taking the time to post these photos and write these words is because of what happened next. The cut limbs lay on the ground under the trees for days and began to dry out. Uglier still.
Then some local Kenyans came and picked up the drying limbs. A few different people, on a few different days, a little bit at a time. They were not a hired work crew but just some people who recognized an opportunity to pick up firewood. Firewood that they will use to cook their food and heat their small homes. Homes that, even in Nairobi, are often not much more than a tin shack. Homes that are within walking distance of mine.
I am humbled every day that I live here. The opportunity is a privledge. It is challenging, I often feel lonely. I live in a community where daily I am reminded vividly of all that I have to be thankful for. Watching people pick up their needed firewood as I drive by stabs at my heart. I can never do enough. I can never give enough. I must follow my faith and trust that God’s will and purpose are at work in this crazy, crazy, world in which we live.
Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.
— Romans 12:2